The Winter Bride by Anne Gracie | Chance Sisters #2
Publication Date: April 1st, 2014
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There was so much to love about The Winter Bride that I don’t even know where to start. While a large portion of the first book in this series focused on establishing the Chance sister’s circumstances and budding relationship with Lady Beatrice, it’s clear this installment belonged to Freddy and Damaris. Their road to love was filled with hilarity and heartbreak, often times within seconds of each other, and it was enough to keep a reader on her toes. But that’s what happens when you have a hero and heroine who each have an aversion to marriage.
I just love the way Freddy and Damaris fell in love – how Damaris was scared to death of it and shying away, but Freddy so rational about the entire situation and determined to win her over. The way he reflected on their first kiss and how it was the best kiss he’d ever participated in had me in stitches.
Freddy and Damaris had both had their share of heartbreak, and that strengthened their connection. But Damaris had quiet strength, honesty, and fairness, all qualities I find admirable in a heroine. She was convinced she was never going to get married or be a mother, and every time children were mentioned, her longing was so tangible my heart broke for her. As for Freddy, I found him to be, surprisingly, effervescent and happy go lucky, and I loved him for it. That’s not to say Freddy didn’t have a more serious side; he did, and I think that’s why I loved his carefree side so much. Freddy needed that to deal with his past. While Freddy’s mother frustrated me, I loved her persistence about her son getting married, as it led him to Damaris. I’m glad that Damaris wouldn’t be cowed by his parents, and that she was so angry on Freddy’s behalf for the way they treated him. And I love, love, love that it was seeing her go toe to toe with his parents that finally opened Freddy’s eyes to how special Damaris was. There was a bit of a wait for the sexy times in this one, but the payoff was worth it. Freddy was so kind and gentle with Damaris, everything she needed. I’m not sure I could love him any more than I do. Also, why is revenge so damn sexy in historical romance? I found Freddy wanting to dish out retribution on behalf of Damaris so hot. And yeah, sweet, too. But mostly hot.
As for how this series is progressing, I continue to love the family these young women have made with each other, and I adored Patrick Flynn and his introduction. I am so excited to read his and Daisy’s book!
This book is more unique than the blurb suggests. It’s not your typical ‘ruined’ story. In fact, Damaris’ ruin doesn’t come along until well into the second half of the book, giving her and Freddy plenty of time to get to know each other and for their feelings to develop. I loved The Winter Bride, and I’m so glad I already have the next book in the series fired up and ready to go!
Audio Review: I adore the narrator for this series. I think she is able to portray the characters true to who they are. Max and Freddy were very different heroes, and her tone reflected that. While she may have narrated both stories, she acclimated her tone to that of each book. And oddly enough, the entire time I was listening to the first book, I knew the narrator reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t put my finger on who. It came to me with this installment – she sounds like a young Angela Lansbury. If you’re a fan of audio, I think the audio version of this is wonderful and am glad this was my first experience with the story.
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Series: Chance Sisters
Snippets I loved:
He wasn’t contemplating marriage, dammit! Not with anything other than horror!
From the beginning he’d made it clear he had no interest in marriage, and once he realized respectable mamas and daughters avoided rakes like the plague, he’d done his best to encourage his reputation as a rake to grow.
Families can hurt you so much more than outsiders can.
She looked soft and sleepy and very lovely in the soft candlelight of the wall sconces and without thinking Freddy cupped her face in his hands and bent to kiss her.
Her eyes flew wide and she stepped back against her door with a startled jerk. “What are you doing?”
Good question. What the hell was he thinking? “Sorry,” he said ruefully. “Force of habit, I’m afraid.”
She scanned his face with troubled eyes, then nodded. “We can blame the wine for that too, I expect. Good night, Mr. Monkton-Coombes.” Putting him firmly back in his place.
Oh, he was a villain indeed, assuring her of her freedom. He was determined to bind her to him in any way he could, not only because he desired her with an ache so deep and fierce it colored his awareness of everything, but because she’d become . . . necessary to him. Her soft voice, her serenity, her stubbornness, her bravery, her beauty, that laugh of hers . . . her understanding . . .
She seemed to regard him as no one else had ever seen him, as he’d never seen himself. Poor deluded girl, thinking him some kind of hero.
He needed to marry her if only to stop her from falling under some other scoundrel’s sway.
Her seduction, now, that was purely for his own benefit. And hers, of course.
In sleep he seemed younger, softer, more vulnerable. The previous night he’d felt like a god. When she’d first met him he’d seemed wholly frivolous. So many masks. Not that it mattered. She loved the man behind them all.