Sara’s Review of You May Kiss the Bride by Lisa Berne

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Publisher: Avon Books

Date Released: March 28, 2017

Series: The Penhallow Dynasty #1

Goodreads Description:

In an unforgettable debut, Lisa Berne introduces you to the Penhallow Dynasty—men destined to marry, but hesitant to love.

Wealthy and arrogant, Gabriel Penhallow knows it’s time to fulfill his dynastic duty. All he must do is follow “The Penhallow way”—find a biddable bride, produce an heir and a spare, and then live separate lives. It’s worked so well for generations, certainly one kiss with the delectable Livia Stuart isn’t going to change things. Society dictates he marry her, and one chit is as good as another as long as she’s from a decent family.

But Livia’s transformation from an original to a mundane diamond of the first water makes Gabriel realize he desperately wants the woman who somehow provoked him into that kiss. And for all the ladies who’ve thrown themselves at him, it’s the one who wants to flee whom he now wants. But how will he keep this independent miss from flying away?

Review:

As the first book in a new series, I have to say that it proved to be an enjoyable read and that the series shows promise. Fans of historical romance will definitely want to check this one out for its slow burning romance and memorable characters. I greatly look forward to reading Berne’s next novel in the series when it comes out.

I loved Livia. She’s lived most of her life being the “orphan girl,” easily ignored or pitied by those around her. In reality she is a compassionate, spirited, and intelligent young woman. She’s easily my favorite out of all the characters simply because she’s someone I could readily relate and connect with. While I initially felt sympathy for her in the beginning, I was soon cheering her on and smiling like a Cheshire Cat every time she stood up to the various members of the ton. I wanted her to take society by storm, and while she didn’t quite go that far, she did give them much to get their knickers in a twist over. Gabriel, on the other paw, managed to both frustrate the hell out of me and surprise me throughout the book. My initial feelings toward him were all over the place, and I honestly thought that I would end up despising him because of his behavior and thoughts toward Livia, but he managed to redeem himself enough to warrant my grudging respect. I truly believe that so much of the grief these two went through could have been avoided had they both not been so firmly set in their opinions of each other. It certainly lead me to question whether their relationship was realistic because they were so aloof throughout a good portion of the book.

While Berne’s leading characters had me divided in my feelings toward them, her secondary characters likewise left me liking some and downright loathing others. Cecily was just asking for me to take swipes at her insipid face with my claws. She’s so shallow and so true a representation to how many young ladies of the ton behaved and thought back then, I just couldn’t refrain from hissing whenever she showed up. Mrs. Penhallow (Grandmama) likewise made my fur crawl a lot in the beginning, but unlike Cecily, she managed to turn my feelings toward her around and I ended up warming up to her considerably in the end. Mrs. Cott is a dear and I only wish that we had gotten to see more of her, but she mostly was kept in the background so we never get a full feel for who she is. Hugo, Gabriel’s cousin, is awesome. His scenes left me smiling and I look forward to seeing more of him at some point hopefully. I have to give a few purrs to Berne for her skill at making every character in the story standout and draw upon the reader’s emotions, be they ones of love or hate. It certainly didn’t make for a dull read in that sense, murr!

For the most part this was a smooth, easy book to read. Yes there were some moments where it felt like the story lagged a bit and I found myself wishing for the action to pick up, but I never lost full interest in the plot. Since Livia was so likeable a character, I was emotionally invested in seeing how everything played out in the end, even if it meant gritting my teeth over some of the moments while everyone was in Bath. Likewise while I initially questioned the relationship between Gabriel and Livia, there were plenty of little moments scattered throughout the story where you could see each of them slowly seeing the other’s true qualities and soul so when they did finally come together I could accept it because I had those moments to look back on.

Overall this was a solid read from a debut author, which is why I have to give this book four paws and a tail wave of appreciation.

Excerpt:

She had been dismissed. Livia rose and after dipping the briefest of curtsies in Lady Glanville’s direction, went to the door with long strides, so angry that she felt she had to get out of there or explode. Behind her she heard Aunt Bella saying in a soft little bleat, “Livia! No word of gratitude! Pray come back!” Instead, she closed the door with exaggerated gentleness and leaned against it for a moment.
By the bannister stood a maidservant with an armful of gowns. With a muttered sentence of thanks Livia took them and hurried upstairs to her room where with savage satisfaction she flung the gowns against the wall, leaving them to lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. She paced back and forth, back and forth, until the red haze of rage subsided. Then she went to her bed and dropped full­length upon it with unladylike abandon, causing the old wood frame to creak alarmingly.
It was stupid of her, she knew, to react like that to the Orrs. But it was hard, so hard, when Cecily had every­ thing and she had so very little. No parents, no brothers or sisters; no money, no education, no prospects.
Your future must be thought of, too.
It was strange, now that she considered it, how little time she had spent thinking about her future. Possibly because there was no point to it. In her existence here she was like a great hoary tree, deeply, immovably, rooted into the earth.
She couldn’t even hang on to the morbid hope of inheriting anything from Uncle Charles when he died. He’d run through most of Aunt Bella’s money ages ago, and year by year everything had slowly declined, dwindled, faded away. Now there wasn’t much left; the estate barely brought in enough for Aunt Bella to pay for her cordial, and for Uncle Charles to spend his days hunting, drinking, and eating. Speaking of romantic marriages.
Well, it could be worse. At least she didn’t have a mother like that revolting Lady Glanville. Imagine having her breathing down one’s neck all day.
Still, this was only a small consolation. A very small consolation.
Livia thought about Cecily’s beautiful white gown and those elegant kid slippers with the dainty pink rosettes.
It was those rosettes that did it.
Envy, like a nasty little knife slipping easily into soft flesh, seemed to pierce her very soul.
Abruptly Livia twisted onto her side and stared at nothing.
She would not cry.
Crying never helped anything.
There came to her, suddenly, the memory of the first time she had met Cecily, some twelve years ago; they’d both been around six. Cecily and her mother had come to call. Livia, recently arrived from faraway India, desperately lonely, was so anxious to be friends with the lovely, beautifully dressed girl with the long shining curls. Shyly she had approached, trying to smile, and Cecily had responded by saying in a clear, carrying voice:
“Oh, you’re the little orfin girl. Your papa was sent away from here and he died. And your grandpapa was a runaway and he drownded. And your mama drownded, too. Why is your skin so brown? Are you dirty?” And she had backed away, to hide behind the skirts of her mother Lady Glanville, who had said to her, with that same cold smile that never reached her eyes, “Poor little Livia isn’t a native, my dear, she’s every bit as English as you and I. The sun shines quite fiercely in India, and she had no mama or papa to make sure she stayed under her parasol. Do you see?”
Livia had never forgotten the burning sense of shame from that day. Nor had Cecily made it any easier, for from time to time she would laughingly recall the occasion of their first meeting and how she had thought Livia to be unwashed, as if it was the funniest anecdote in all the world.
Livia did not like to remember, even if only hazily, how when she was four, the monsoon season struck Kanpur with devastating onslaughts of rain. Both her widowed mother and her grandfather had died in a great flood, and it was with grudging reluctance that Uncle Charles had sent money for his niece’s passage to England.
Upon arriving in Wiltshire, Livia was not so much welcomed into the home—if such the ancient, ram­ bling domicile known as Ealdor Abbey could be so termed—of Uncle Charles and Aunt Bella, as absorbed. Aside from grumbling within earshot about the expense of feeding her, Uncle Charles barely noticed her. Aunt Bella, childless, somnolent, always unwell, with interest in neither Society nor useful occupation, accepted Livia’s presence without a blink but also without care or concern for the little girl for whom she was, ostensibly, responsible.
Oh, you’re the little orfin girl.
Livia smiled without humor.
Yes indeed, Cecily certainly had a knack for getting to the heart of things.

About the Author:

Lisa Berne read her first Georgette Heyer book at fourteen, and was instantly captivated. Later, she was a graduate student, a grantwriter, and an investment banker, but is thrilled to be returning to her roots and writing her own historical-romance novels! She lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest.

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