Published by Avon Books on March 27, 2012. It is the second book in Dare’s Spindle Cove series.
Let’s not beat around the bush about Dare’s A Week to Be Wicked. I loved this book so much that I read it twice in one week.
The description of the book from Dare’s website:
Minerva Highwood, one of Spindle Cove’s confirmed spinsters, needs to be in Scotland.
Colin Sandhurst, Lord Payne, a rake of the first order, needs to be… anywhere but Spindle Cove.
These unlikely partners have one week
to fake an elopement
to convince family and friends they’re in “love”
to outrun armed robbers
to survive their worst nightmares
to travel four hundred miles without killing each other
All while sharing a very small carriage by day and an even smaller bed by night.
What they don’t have time for is their growing attraction. Much less wild passion. And heaven forbid they spend precious hours baring their hearts and souls.
Suddenly one week seems like exactly enough time to find a world of trouble.
And maybe…just maybe…love.
Minerva is worried that the worst rake in Spindle Cove, Colin Sandhurst, is going to propose marriage to her sister. To save her sister from such a fate, she risks her own reputation and asks Colin to go with her to Scotland where Minerva hopes to present a paper on paleontology to a distinguished group of scholars. The have only one week to make it to Scotland. Many hi jinx and lots of falling in love ensue.
Dare’s writing is…delightful. The ease of it, the smoothness reads effortlessly. The dialogue between Colin and Minerva sizzles, the pacing never faltering:
Just think, in this one week alone I’ve been a missionary, an assassin, a long-lost princess . . . and, we can’t forget, a sword swallower.”
“Believe me.” Looking up, he gave her a half smile. “So long as I live, I will never, ever forget that.”
It is also just a very funny book. In one scene, Minerva is pretending to be Colin’s mistress, a woman of dubious foreign origins. She wants to create a scene in order to force Colin out of the room. And so,
Adopting a nonspecific accent—something halfway between Italian and French—she narrowed her eyes and said, “Yoooo. Bass. Tard.” His brow wrinkled. “What?” Oh, for God’s sake. “Yoo!” She shoved at his chest with both hands. “Bass. Tard.”
Days later I was driving in my car, returning home after a hard work day, and I found myself laughing just thinking about this scene. “Yoo. Bass. Tard!”
Minerva and Colin’s chemistry is never forced. You don’t doubt it at all when they fall in love. It doesn’t happen to early in the story, nor too late. The reasons that Colin fights it make sense. All of their motivations make sense.
I can’t recommend this book highly enough. Re-reading parts of the book to write this review have me considering reading it yet again (that, I think, would be the fourth time thus far).
Bravo, Tessa Dare.