Meet the Blackthorn Brothers—three unrepentant scoundrels infamous for being mad, bad and perilous to love.
Who is the darkly handsome Don John “Black Jack” Blackthorn? With his air of mystery and menace, the whispers about him hint of highwayman or government agent or even dark prince. But no one knows what it is Black Jack does…or how dangerous he can truly be. Now Jack’s mentor has disappeared, and Jack must track him down before it’s too late. His unlikely help: the man’s daughter—the very woman Jack had once wooed and betrayed.
Lady Tess Fonteneau knows more about the fine art of clandestine activities—and about the mysterious Mr. Blackthorn—than he realizes. As their journey leads them on the adventure of a lifetime, their reunion is fraught with passion, high-stakes danger and the one twist of fate Jack never saw coming…
Review: This is the third book of the Blackthorn Brothers series and I look forward to reading the first two. This historical set mainly in England kept me interested from the first page to the last. The story was not what I expected, but so much better. There was intrigue, suspense, love, romance, family, theatrics and lots of action. The three brothers, although Jack was a stepbrother, seemed to get along and were there for each other when it counted. Their “father” was often made the fool by their mother who flitted in and out of their life as she saw fit. Tess was a strong woman – definitely living before her time since most girls her age would have been simpering on the sidelines and not in the thick of things. The imagery of the locations and the fights and altercations were vivid in their descriptions so it was easy to think yourself there. The ending had the requisite happily ever afters and there were a few of them. There were a lot of twists and turns to the storyline to get you there but the story wouldn’t have been the same without them. I look forward to reading more books by Michaels in the future.
Favorite Quote: Now he could be so incensed with her he wanted to throttle her, for God’s sake, but the thought of ever leaving her, any notion of a life without her, was too ludicrous to contemplate. Loving her, furious with her, obsessed with her, angry or wanting or laughing or hurting, arguing or frustrated or simply baffled by the way her mind worked-she was a part of him now, and he was a part of her.