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Now it was her turn to laugh. “I’m hardly enviable, Mr. Cleland.”
His expression shifted to thoughtfulness. “I wonder why you might say that.”
“I have…everything a woman could want,” she acknowledged, matching her stride to his.
“Wealth, position. If there’s a material thing that I desire, I simply have to ask, and it’s mine.” She shook her head. “And I’m grateful for these things. I truly am. And yet…”
“And yet…?” he prompted gently.
“It comes at a high price,” she admitted.
“What is that price?”
She considered this. Never before had she spoken so openly to anyone. Not her friends, or her family. But here, now, to be with this man, and to consider the foundations of her life, was both odd and deeply right. At last, she said, “Freedom.”
He contemplated her perceptively. “Must be very restricting,” he murmured. “The responsibilities of your position in society. Not to mention the fact that you’re a woman.” He blushed a little at that word.
It was a charming—but also gently erotic—blush. Her own cheeks warmed.
He continued, “You haven’t the liberty that a man in your place might have.”
“Indeed, no.” She gave a small, strained laugh. “You must think me dreadful to take issue with my admittedly fortunate circumstance.”
He fell briefly silent. “I know a little about having one’s role be predetermined.” They stopped walking, and she gazed up at him. Cool sunlight carved hollows in his cheeks and gilded his eyelashes. “Being a vicar means I must be a model to everyone in my parish. I have to be more pious, more humble, more self-sacrificing. I have to be better at everything while also being deferential. I certainly cannot admit to being an ordinary human man.”
Their gazes held at that word, man. Awareness of him sizzled. His height, his physicality. That suppressed desire. Her own body warmed in response.
She tilted her head to one side, imagining what it must be like to live such a restrained life. “Sounds exhausting.”
“Not unlike being a duke’s daughter, I imagine.” He smiled at her, and that lush warmth continued to gather through her.
“I never would have thought I’d have much in common with a vicar,” she said with a laugh.
“Nor I with you,” he answered, his smile softening. “But here we are, in this garden.”
“So we are.” Strange how the world worked, that she discovered a man such as him on a day that had started out so perfectly ordinary. It was almost…miraculous. Did miracles happen? She went to church as a matter of form, not faith, though the ritual gave her comfort. Still, it was a revelation to learn that men of God were mortal just like anyone else, with the same needs and frustrations anybody might experience.
She ought to have imagined as such. She often imbued people in her mind with hidden motivations and secrets. He was no exception.
“And does your…wife…feel as you do?” She inwardly grimaced at her lack of tact, but she needed to know whether or not he had someone with whom he could confide. It seemed a shame, a right shame, that he should be alone in this world.
“No wife, I’m afraid,” he said with a self-deprecating grin.
A strange relief shot through her. She reasoned that it must be because it wouldn’t do to flirt with a married man. “Stick around the London Season long enough,” she replied. “An earl’s son, with a living? You’ll make someone a fine catch.”
“I’m just a humble country vicar,” he answered. “Hardly the stuff of a doting mama’s dream for her daughter.”
“You might be surprised.” Without a doubt, she and Mr. Cleland could never be a match. Even if she wanted to marry, he stood too far beneath her to warrant any possibility of courtship. Duke’s daughters and vicars—though they might be sons of earls—made for an improbable, mismatched pairing.
A vicar could never be married to a woman who wrote anonymous erotic novels, either. The very idea was ruinous.
But damn and all the other curse words she wasn’t allowed to use—she liked Mr. Cleland. The way his mind worked, how he spoke to her like a person of equal intelligence, the sensual quality within him. It wasn’t all her writer’s fancy. Something burned in him and it lured her closer, closer, drawn toward the mysteries of this man. Even Lady Josephina wouldn’t find someone half as interesting in her adventures.
And…he was exceptionally attractive. In a way she’d never experienced with another man before. She’d met handsome gentlemen in the past, but Mr. Cleland lit a spark within her, low and hot.
A shame, really, that Sarah couldn’t have been someone else. Because, if she had…she might give him serious consideration.
But that was never to be. She was who she was, and he was who he was, and they would have to be friends—nothing more.
So absorbed was she in this thought, that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until they were almost upon her. Turning, she saw her mother coming down the path, wearing a pinched expression.
“There you are,” Lady Wakefield said impatiently. She nodded at Mr. Cleland, barely acknowledging him. Sarah felt a small stab of shame at her mother’s rudeness. But a vicar didn’t warrant much attention. “This sun has given me a headache. It’s time to go.”
“Yes, Mama.” Before the words had left her mouth, her mother had spun on her heel and strode off back toward the main house.
Sarah offered Mr. Cleland a remorseful smile. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for,” he said easily, and it was clear he meant it. He bowed. “It was a genuine pleasure to meet you, Lady Sarah.”
“I feel the same way.” They smiled at each other. For a long time, neither, it seemed, willing to move away.
“Now, Sarah,” her mother called out.
Sarah sighed. Her gaze drifted back to the hedge maze. Could she drop her fan? As they both bent to retrieve it, she might whisper to him an invitation to meet her there in a few moments. And then… She could taste those gently curved lips of his. Oh, she’d experienced a few chaste kisses before, but never anything she truly desired. But she wanted to kiss Mr. Cleland. She craved feeling his mouth against hers, and seeing if her imagination was correct about him.
He, too, looked at the maze. Was he thinking the same thoughts? Did he want to savor her? A delectable thought, one that made her feel both languid and powerfully alive all at once.
Their gazes met. He turned gorgeously pink.
He was thinking of kissing her!
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I was super excited when I received a copy to read Temptations of the Wallflower, the third book in The Wicked Quills of London series. I was intrigued by the erotic fiction written by Lady Sarah. This book was mentioned in the last book, Scandal Takes the Stage and I knew that this would be the plot of the third book in the series.
Temptations of a Wallflower is a little different than usual historical romance books because the hero is a vicar. What?! A vicar you said? Isn’t that weird? I thought so! But it wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be!
3 Reasons to Read Temptations of the Wallflower
- Unusual plot. I admit that I haven’t read a romance where the hero was a vicar! I mean, why?! So, I was a little hesitant about starting this book, but I am glad I did because it IS a great read!
- Interesting characters. The two main characters, Jeremy, and Sarah are both unique and interesting in their own way. We have a hero who is not a rogue but a vicar, who is a stickler for the rules and propriety and we have a heroine who is a wallflower BUT writes erotic fiction!
- Well fleshed out characters. Related to the previous item, the characters were well written and fleshed out. I love how their romance played out and also loved that both characters liked each first before falling in love.
There is one thing that bothered me, though. Jeremy acted like a real jerk when he found out that Sarah was the authoress PLUS he was also a little bit spineless when it came to how he acted with his father.
If you haven’t already, read the other two books in the series: Forever Your Earl, and Scandal Takes the Stage.
Have you read any books with vicars as the hero? Share your recs below!
Crystal, Tasty Book Tours says
Lovely review. Thank you for hosting TEMPTATIONS OF A WALLFLOWER today!
Annika @ Hiding Books says
The characters sound really cool! He’s a vicar!? She writes – whaaa. I think you’re slowly brainwashing me into wanting to read all the historical romance… 😛
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YES YES YES! PLEASE DO! hahaha this is one of the reasons why I love to visit Europe someday.. hehehe 🙂
Cyn @ Book Munchies says
I do like interesting characters! I haven’t read any Eva Leigh yet, but I’ve been thinking about. This one sounds like a cute read, and I do like the heroine is an authoress!
I think I’ve read one book were the hero was a Vicar. Daniel’s True Desire by Grace Burrowes!
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I know! I have that book, too but I just haven’t thought about reading it yet… again, because of the hero being a vicar. Is it good Cyn?!
Great review! I love that you included an excerpt!
I haven’t read a Historical Romance starring a Vicar (exactly), but the one I read starring a monk was horrific. This sounds like a much better read, so I’ll keep it in mind, though I’m not quite willing to spend $10 CDN on an ebook quite yet..
I promise I won’t write it off, though! 🙂
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Oh gosh.. a monk?! That’s a little…disturbing…don’t you think? I was a little uncomfortable going in but anyway, I know vicars can get married, but still… 🙂
I feel you about ebooks… I mostly borrow from the library 🙂
Goldie @ My Book Musings says
I read this too. It was just so-so for me. The synopsis definitely intrigued me, but eventually it just fizzled out for me when he wasn’t handling the revelation too well
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I know right?! UGH! I was sooo put off with that and he didn’t redeem himself in my eyes!