Venetia: Gossip, scandal and an unforgettable Regency romance

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Venetia is a Regency romance novel by Georgette Heyer set in England in 1818. [2] Plot summary [ edit ] Venetia then found herself being ruthlessly kissed. Her cheeks much flushed, her eyes blazing, she fought strenuously to break free from a stronger hold than she had ever known, but her efforts only made Damerel laugh I loved my first foray into the world of Georgette Heyer. It was a pleasure to curl up with Venetia and get lost in her story. Yes, I know I should have listened to the people telling me to read her sooner. The good thing is, I have the rest of her books still to discover. I’ve feeling I’m going to enjoy my Heyer journey. I’m really sorry, but I didn’t liked it… I suppose the story could have been interesting, but the writing style was too confusing for me.

As a result, I was reading this book for a month and in the end I could finish it by skimming to the finale. Look, I don't mind my heroes arrogant or rude or grumpy, but assault-y is a different matter entirely. This episode is more or less laughed off, with Damerel chastened only by the fact that Venetia turns out to be gentry (as if consent didn't matter for the poor), but I find it much less forgivable than the thing that established Damerel's reputation as a rake 22 years ago - running off with a married lady of quality. At least she consented. When I start to mutter in French, it hints the book must've made an impression. And, dear me, this one did. How could it not? It's very intense for the average Heyer novel, a writer that normally shies away from overt sexiness as a scalded cat from water. A good timing it had, too, for I was on the edge of losing faith in this author's capacity to create masculine characters as interesting as Monseigneur and heroines that weren't behaving like stoopid ten-year-old schoolgirls at the ripe old age of, say, twenty. Charming characters and flawless prose make Venetia a fan favorite from the Queen of Regency Romance. Fans of Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt and Jane Ashford will be delighted by this story about finding love, redemption, and the courage to follow your heart.This is a sweet little historical romance with a hero and heroine who are like minded in being, smart, witty and refreshingly honest with each other. Unlike most of this genre, the virginal lady knows exactly who the rake is and loves him anyway, because she can see that beneath the veneer of ugly behavior is a kind man.

I know! She was the delightful creature who cut up her brother, and cast the pieces in her papa’s way, wasn’t she? I daresay perfectly amiable when one came to know her.’So you were – and have let your coffee grow cold, besides abandoning that slice of bread-and-butter. Do eat it up! I’m persuaded I ought not to permit you to read at table.’

But that happened. Enter Jasper, Lord Damerel, aptly described by this line from a poem by another famous rake of the same period, Lord Byron, that our hero quotes: A boyhood of enforced physical inertia had strengthened a natural turn for scholarship. By the time he was fourteen if he had not outstripped his tutor in learning he had done so in understanding; and it was recognised by that worthy man that more advanced coaching than he felt himself able to supply was needed. Fortunately, the means of obtaining it were at hand. The incumbent of the parish was a notable scholar, and had for long observed with a sort of wistful delight Aubrey Lanyon’s progress. He offered to prepare the boy for Cambridge; Sir Francis Lanyon, relieved to be spared the necessity of admitting a new tutor into his household, acquiesced in the arrangement; and Aubrey, by that time able to bestride a horse, thereafter spent the better part of his days at the Parsonage, poring over texts in the Reverend Julius Appersett’s dim bookroom, eagerly absorbing his gentle preceptor’s wide lore, and filling him with an ever-increasing belief in his ability to excel. He was entered already at Trinity College, where he would be admitted at Michaelmas in the following year; and Mr Appersett had little doubt that young though he would still be he would very soon be elected a scholar.Oh, oh—! My reputation, Iago, my reputation!” he exclaimed, laughing again. “Fair Fatality, you are the most unusual female I have encountered in all my thirty-eight years!”

Edward is obv But here the conversation took an abrupt turn, Sir John’s evil genius prompting him to exclaim that he hoped such a fine-looking girl had more sense than to look twice at the silliest puppy in the county. As he added a rider to the effect that it was high time his wife stopped encouraging Oswald to make a cake of himself with his play-acting ways, Venetia was forgotten in a pretty spirited interchange of conflicting opinions.Single women—Fiction. 2. Country life—Fiction. 3. Family secrets—Fiction. 4. England—Fiction. I. Title. Her eyes twinkled at him. ‘But I promise you I do! Yes, and sympathise with her, besides wishing I had her resolution! Though I think I should rather have buried your remains tidily in the garden, my dear!’ Of course you don’t, love – and I must own I wish Oswald had found himself unable to do so. I wonder what excuse Edward will offer us for this visit? Surely there cannot have been another Royal marriage, or General Election?’ If only they knew how alike they are, and what good jokes they share. “OMG YOU’VE JUST HAD THE MOST DIVERTING THOUGHT??!!?!” Their conversation continues in a like manner, and even at this early stage of the book, it’s clear that theirs has been a true meeting of minds and spirits. Both are more than a little smitten, and when they are thrown into each other’s company following an accident, they are able to spend time together which leads to the blossoming of a tender and deeply affectionate friendship.