love and other scandals by caroline linden

The problem is that Joan isn’t like her mother. Joan is twenty-four and has spent most of her life trying to be a good daughter – which seems mostly to consist of doing what her mother wants. Having nobody to check him – and more importantly to love him – has meant that his behaviour in society has not always been everything it should be, although as he is young, titled, very handsome and very rich, he is welcome in all but the highest circles of tonnish society. As a result, he tried to spend as little time at home as possible, inveigling invitations where he could to friends’ homes for school holidays. Tristan lost both his parents as a child and was reluctantly taken in by his aunt and uncle, neither of whom wanted anything to do with him.

Tristan is a close friend of Joan’s brother, Douglas, and over the years the pair of them have got into scrapes, caused scandals and generally lived the dissolute lives of young, well-to-do gentlemen. Tristan, Viscount Burke and Joan Bennet have been vaguely acquainted with each other since childhood. Oh, what a lovely book! There was no melodrama there were no huge angst-fests, no mysteries to solve, no evil ex-lovers or relatives out to steal the heroine’s fortune no big misunderstandings or unexpected pregnancies… this was a story about two people finding each other and falling in love, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I'm off to see if the library has the next one in the series. I really enjoyed it, and I have Hollis to thank for that. Who could resist a guy who understands the horror of pantyhose? Tristan is a known rake but Joan is completely unmoved by his charms. I really love the whole enemies-to-lovers trope. So, their relationship is a series of funny little squabbles. Many people could hide out from the rain under there. This is not a good look on her, as pointed out by Tristan when he tells her that she looks like an umbrella.Ī LOT of room under those dresses. Instead of bad poly-blend pantsuits, our Joan wears huge frilly dresses with giant feathers in her hat. The thing they do have in common, though, is the terrible fashion sense. Maybe she's an ancestor of accounting Joan. Wait, was the crushed up oxy supposed to be a deterrent? That shit costs a lot of money on the streets.īut, alas, our Joan is a spinster (Okay, no difference there), and lives in Victorian Times. Listen, Joan, this job makes me stressed, okay? Besides, you have expressly forbade me from eating out of the tupperware in the breakroom fridge anymore. I have to admit that when I picture a girl named Joan, I think of a chain-smoker who works in accounting and wants to know why you think you can put your massage & lunch bill on your expense account.

Love and other scandals by caroline linden