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review 2017-11-21 12:00
Review For: Redeeming Lord Ryder Maggie Robinson
Redeeming Lord Ryder - Maggie Robinson

Redeeming Lord Ryder by Maggie Robinson is Book Three in the "Cotswold Confidential" series.  This is the story of Mary Nicola Mayfield and Lord Jack Ryder.  I have read the other books in this series (and loved them) but feel this can be a standalone book.  
Nicola has been in Puddling-on-the-Wold to try to overcome the tragic train wreck that she was in..but two months into staying at this 'resort' hasn't helped her to speak again.  Then she meets Jack who has come there to get over his depression that he has now after a part failed to work which caused a train accident..which is not known by everyone.  But these two coming together seem to bring out the best and more positive feelings.  When Nicola learns why Jack is depressed she is afraid that he will change his feelings towards her that have been growing.
Loved this series and their story!
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review 2017-07-19 07:25
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Schooling the Viscount - Maggie Robinson

Henry had been exiled to Cotswold to a village all the people looked innocent and untouched of any type of debauchery or depravity. The whole place Henry is at is set up to help people “ clean up their act”, rehabilitate them,. Every person in the village helps the “ guest” . there are rules: the pub only serves soda, all guests must walk daily, the Vicar counsels the guests, and the guests are not allowed any sweets.  Henry is to stay one month unless the Vicar deems Henry needs more time to reform.   Henry was so bored. Henry felt at twenty five and having done service for his country as he had been in the army six years and had been hurt physically as well as mentally he was too old to be treated like a child. After all he was a Viscount. Henry was partially lame and partially deaf in one ear and he also has nightmares and he knows he needs help with them. Henry had been raising a lot of cane since  he got out of the service but when he brought home two ladies of the night  his father had enough. Henry has tea with the Vicar every day but that doesn’t help with the boredom. One of the things he had to do was walk everyday Henry decided to deviate from his regular path and he found a schoolhouse. The teacher there was Rachel Everett and Henry couldn’t resist and kisses her. Rachel knows she isn’t suppose to have anything to do with a “ guest”  that comes to the village. Rachel enjoys the kiss and then slaps Henry and tells him to leave her alone. But Henry doesn’t listen and they see to bump into each other a lot now.  Henry is very persuasive and is willing to fight for what he wants which is Rachel. If Rachel gives into the temptation to see Henry she will end up losing her job. Also the word would get out the rehabilitation did not work and the village would also lose  all future guests and that was the village’s  source of income. Then Henry tells Rachel he wants to marry her and she tells Henry he is crazy.

I liked this story a lot. I felt it was well written and  liked the plot and the pace a lot. I felt the romance was also at a good pace. I like the idea of a village that was set up like this one and having “ guests to help”. I chuckled when reading this and wondered if everything would work out ok. This did keep my attention no problem. I liked the way the PTSD was presented. I liked the characters a lot and the ins and outs of this story and I recommend.

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Blog Tour: Seducing Mr. Sykes by Maggie Robinson with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Maggie Robinson’s Seducing Mr. Sykes. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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In Maggie Robinson’s sparkling new series, the quaint village in Gloucestershire is where the wayward sons and daughters of Great Britain’s finest families come for some R&R—and good old-fashioned “rehab.” But sometimes they find much more…   No one at Puddling-on-the-Wold ever expected to see Sarah Marchmain enter through its doors. But after the legendary Lady’s eleventh-hour rejection of the man she was slated to marry, she was sent here to restore her reputation . . . and change her mind. It amused Sadie that her father, a duke, would use the last of his funds to lock her up in this fancy facility—she couldn’t be happier to be away from her loathsome family and have some time to herself. The last thing she needs is more romantic distraction… As a local baronet’s son, Tristan Sykes is all too familiar with the spoiled, socialite residents of the Puddling Rehabilitation Foundation—no matter how real their problems may be. But all that changes when he encounters Sadie, a brave and brazen beauty who wants nothing more than to escape the life that’s been prescribed for her. If only Tristan could find a way to convince the Puddling powers-that-be that Sadie is unfit for release, he’d have a chance to explore the intense attraction that simmers between them—and prove himself fit to make her his bride…

 

 

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Puddling-on-the-Wold, September 1882

“It’s Lady Maribel all over again,” the grocer Frank Stanchfield muttered to his wife, checking the lock to his back room. “How the girl discovered the telegraph machine is a mystery.” Except it wasn’t such a mystery, really. Lady Sarah Marchmain— “Sadie” to her late mama and very few friends—had eyes, after all, and there it was behind an open alley window, gleaming on a worn oak desk. She had climbed in, her tartan trousers very convenient for hoisting oneself into the building. After being caught trying to send a message to who knows who, she was now unrepentantly inspecting the jars of candy on the shop counter. She might try to steal some of it, if only the shopkeepers would stop hovering over her. “Bite your tongue!” Mrs. Stanchfield whispered, looking over nervously at Sadie. Apparently no one wanted another Lady Maribel de Winter in Puddling. The first had been bad enough. Sadie had heard of her in snatches from the villagers, and the woman’s portrait hung in the parish hall. Her wicked reputation had outlived her, even if her decades of good works once she married had mitigated some of it. She had been a wild young thing who would have made Napoleon quake in his boots. Or take her to bed. Lady Maribel had been, according to gossip, irresistible to men. Fortunately her husband, a local baronet called Sir Colin Sykes, had taken her in hand as best he could once they were married. Sadie was determined never to be taken in hand. Puddling was known as a famous reputation-restorer, a place to rusticate and recalibrate. Prominent British families had sent their difficult relatives here for almost eighty years. Lady Maribel was among the first to be gently incarcerated within its limits in 1807, according to the elderly vicar’s wife, who seemed to know everything about everyone dating back to William the Conqueror. Now it was Sadie’s turn to be gently incarcerated, and she didn’t like it one bit. The village had a spotless reputation. It was a last resort before a harsher hospital, or worse, killing one’s own offspring. Or parent. Lady Sarah Marchmain had angered her father so thoroughly that they’d come to blows. When the Duke of Islesford dropped her off, he had been sporting a significant black eye. Well-deserved, in her opinion. Sadie’s own eyes were unbruised and light green, the color of beryl, or so her numerous suitors had said. Occasionally they threw in jade or jasper—it was all so much nonsense. Right now she was examining the penny candy in a glass jar, lots of shiny, jewel-like drops that looked so very tempting. Sweet, edible rubies and citrine, emeralds and onyx. Frank Stanchfield hustled over to the counter and screwed the lid on tighter. She licked her lips. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a penny to her name. She was entirely dependent on her housekeeper Mrs. Grace to dole out a pitiful allowance every Friday, and Friday was millions of days away. Sadie had spent the last of her money on a cinnamon bun earlier and had reveled in every bite. Her father’s draconian restrictions were designed to sting. Or so he thought. Sadie didn’t really mind being impoverished and hungry in Puddling-on-the-Wold. It meant she was not about to be auctioned off to Lord Roderick Charlton, or any other idiot her idiot father owed money to. The Duke of Islesford’s taste in men and luck at cards was, to put it bluntly, execrable. So far Sadie had overstayed her visit by one week. Originally consigned to her cottage for twenty-eight days, she had somehow not managed to be “cured” in that time. Rehabilitated. Restored. Brought to reason. Knuckle under was more like it. She was not getting married. In fact, she’d like to stay in Puddling forever. It was very restful. Quiet. The little lending library was surprisingly well stocked, and she’d gotten a lot of reading done between lectures from the prosy ancient vicar who instructed her daily. She also helped Mrs. Grace keep the cottage up to a ducal daughter’s snuff. Despite the fact that Sadie had no interest in becoming a wife, she was remarkably domestic. It came of hanging about the kitchens of Marchmain Castle, she supposed. The servants had been her only friends when she was a little girl and she’d been eager to help them. All that had changed after she was presented to the queen at seventeen, wearing those ridiculous hoops and feathers that threatened to put out someone’s eye. Suddenly, Sadie became a commodity, a bargaining chip to improve her father’s ailing finances. A surprising number of gentlemen— if you could call them that, since most men were absolute, avaricious, thoughtless pigs—were interested in acquiring a tall, redheaded, blueblooded, sharp-tongued and two-fisted duke’s daughter as wife. For the past four years, she’d avoided them with alacrity, aplomb, and those aforementioned fists. Needless to say, her reputation was cemented in ruination. It amused Sadie that her father was using the last of his funds to lock her away here in this very expensive Puddling prison, hoping that she would change her mind, acquiesce and marry the one man who remained steadfastly interested. Not bloody likely. She touched the glass jar with longing. “What may we help you with, Lady Sarah?” The poor grocer sounded scared to death. His wife hid behind him. Sadie batted her lashes. Sometimes this feminine trick worked, although these Puddling people seemed remarkably impervious to charm. They were hardened souls, harboring the odd, uncooperative, and unwanted scions of society for a hefty fee, believing that being cruel to be kind was the only way. “Do forgive my transgression, Mr. Stanchfield. I so longed to communicate with my old governess, Miss Mackenzie. Miss Mac, as I so affectionately call her. I found a book on telegraphy in the library and wondered if I had any aptitude for it,” she lied. Science in all its forms confounded her. In truth, she’d read nothing but Gothic romances since her arrival, very much enjoying the fraying sixty-year-old books written by an anonymous baroness. Moreover, Sadie’s old governess had been dead for six years and had been an absolute Tartar in life. There had been little affection on her part, 4 Maggie Robinson Sadie thought ruefully. The woman was at this moment no doubt giving the devil a lesson on evil and grading him harshly. “You know that’s forbidden, miss. No telegrams, no letters. Perhaps when you are r-r-released, you may visit with the lady. A r-reason for your good behavior, what?” Goodness, she was causing the poor fellow to stutter. She stilled her lashes. “Ah.” Sadie gave a dramatic sigh. “But I just can’t seem to get the hang of it. Being Puddling-perfect, that is. Every time I get close, something seems to happen.” Like stealing Ham Ross’s wheelbarrow full of pumpkins. It had been very difficult to push her loot uphill, and so many of the bloody orange things chose to roll out and smash along the road. Or turning up in church in her tartan trousers...her stolen tartan trousers. Some poor Puddlingite was foolish enough to hang them on a clothesline to tempt her. After some tailoring—Sadie was handy with a needle—they fit her slender waist and long legs as if they were made for her. Her father had always wanted a son. Instead her horrible cousin George would be the next duke, and Sadie would lose the only home— well, castle—she’d ever known. It wasn’t fair. She sighed again. “Here, now, Lady Sarah. I don’t suppose I’ll miss a few boiled sweets.” Mr. Stanchfield relented and unscrewed the jar, his wife looking disapproving behind him. He filled a paper twist with not nearly enough, and passed them to her. Sadie saw her opportunity for well-deserved drama. Any chance to appear happily unhinged must be seized with two hands, so she might stay here in Puddling just a little longer. Dropping to the floor on her tartan-covered knees, she howled. She had been practicing howling at night once her housekeeper Mrs. Grace went home. Her neighbors were under the impression a stray dog was in heat in the village, perhaps even a pack of them. “Oh! You are too good to me! I shall remember this always!” She snuffled and snorted, slipping a red candy into her mouth. Red always tasted best. “A polite thank you would do just as well.” The voice was chilly. Sadie looked up from her self-inflicted chestpounding and the candy fell from her open mouth. Good heavens. She had never seen this man before in all the walking she was made to do up and down the hills for her daily exercise. Where had he been hiding? He was beautiful. No, not beautiful exactly. His haughty expression was too harsh for beauty. Compelling, perhaps. Arresting. But, she reminded herself, he was a man, and therefore wanting. Lacking. Probably annoying. Not probably—certainly. Lady Sarah Jane Marchmain was twenty-one years old and had more than enough experience with men in her short lifetime to know the truth. The man reached a gloveless hand to her to help her up, but it didn’t look quite clean. Something green was under his fingernails—paint? Plant material? Sadie made a leap of faith and gripped it anyway, crunching her candy underfoot when he lifted her to her full height. He was still taller than she was. Not lacking there. Not lacking physically anywhere that she could see. His hair was brown, curly and unruly, his eyebrows darker and formidable. His nose was strong and straight, his lips full, his face bronzed from the sun. His eyes—oh, his eyes. Blue was an inadequate adjective. Cerulean? Sapphire? Aquamarine? She’d have to consult a thesaurus. But they weren’t kind. She found herself curtseying, her hand still firmly in his. “Thank you, sir, for coming to my rescue.” She fluttered her eyelashes again. “You were in no danger on the floor. Mrs. Stanchfield sweeps it thrice a day. One could eat off it, it’s so immaculate.” He dropped Sadie’s hand and kicked the crushed candy aside. The grocer’s wife pinked. “Thank you, Mr. Sykes.” Sykes. That was the name of the family the infamous Lady Maribel married into. Interesting. “I only speak the truth, madam.” Sadie considered whether she should fall to the floor again. It would be fun to gauge this Mr. Sykes’s strength if she pretended to swoon. Would he pick her up and hold her to his manly chest? Whisper assurances in her ear? Smooth loose tendrils of hair behind her pins? But perhaps he’d just leave her there to rot. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. Sadie was used to being looked at. For one thing, she was hard to miss. At nearly six feet, she towered over most men. Her flaming hair was another beacon, her skin pearlescent, her ample bosom startling on such a slender frame. She had been chased by men mercilessly, even after she had made it crystal clear she had no interest. These past years had tested her wits and firmed her resolve. She was mistress of her own heart, body, and mind, and determined to remain so. Mr. Sykes probably knew that—apparently everyone in Puddling had received a dossier on her. She’d come across a grease-stained one at the bakeshop under a tray of Bakewell tarts, and had tucked it into her pocket for quiet perusal, along with one delicious raspberry pastry. Theft was apparently in her blood. It had been most informative. The dossier, not the tart. Sadie had been gleeful reading an account of her past recalcitrance. She rather admired the clever ways she’d gone about subverting her father’s plans for her— she’d forgotten half of them. It had meant, however, that she had to exercise creativity in Puddling and not repeat her previous pranks. No sheep in the dining room. No bladder filled with beet juice tossed out the window. No punching fiancés or fathers. There was only the one father, but Sadie had endured several fiancés. The latest, Lord Roderick Charlton, was getting impatient. He’d given her father quite a lot of money to secure her hand. To be fair, he’d tried to woo Sadie with credible effort. There wasn’t anything really wrong with Roderick, she supposed. But there wasn’t anything right about him either. If Sadie could just resist the pressure to marry, she’d come into a substantial fortune when she turned twenty-five. She wouldn’t have to turn it over to some man, and her father wouldn’t be able to touch it. She could live her life just as she liked. She might even buy herself a small castle, if one could be found. One that wouldn’t fall down around her ears. One that had working fireplaces and no rats. However—and this was a huge however—the Duke of Islesford was threatening to have her declared incompetent, seize her funds, and lock her away in a most unpleasant private hospital. Sadie did not think it was an idle threat, and to some, it might look as if she deserved to be there. She was much too old now for the tricks she’d played, and four years was a very, very long time to stall. Sadie was beginning to realize she hadn’t done herself any favors with the pumpkins or the trousers or the howling. But she couldn’t succumb—she just couldn’t. No matter how many times Mr. Fitzmartin, the elderly vicar, reminded her of a proper woman’s place—as helper to her husband, silent in church, subordinate, obedient— she felt her fingers close into a fist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maggie Robinson didn’t know she wanted to write until she woke up in the middle of the night once really annoyed with her husband. Instead of smothering him with a pillow, she decided to get up and write—to create the perfect man—at least on a computer screen. Only to discover that fictional males can be just as resistant to direction as her husband. The upside is that she’s finally using her English degree and is still married to her original, imperfect hero. Since she’s imperfect, too, that makes them a perfect match. Until her midnight keyboarding, she had been a teacher, librarian, newspaper reporter, administrative assistant to two non-profits, community volunteer, and mother of four in seven different states. Now Maggie can call herself a romance writer in Maine. There’s nothing she likes better than writing about people who make mistakes, but don’t let the mistakes make them.

 

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review 2017-06-20 07:36
Book Review For: 'Seducing Mr. Sykes' by Maggie Robinson
Seducing Mr. Sykes - Maggie Robinson
Seducing Mr. Sykes (Cotswold Confidential #2)Seducing Mr. Sykes by Maggie Robinson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

'Seducing Mr. Sykes' by Maggie Robinson is book Two in the " Cotswold Confidential" series. This is the story of Lady Sarah Marchmain "Sadie" and Tristan Sykes.
Sadie has been pretty much ignored her whole life by her father. Sadie grew up having the house servants as friends and family. Which has brought her knowledge to do allot of domestic things. But now that she is older her father thinks to marry her off to take care of money he owes. But Sadie isnt' having it...and starts to act out in crazy ways. She has even hit some of her suitors. Sadie feels if she can just keep single until she turns 25 she can inherit money that was left to her. But her last stunt has made her father take her to Puddling Village where they take in people who need a last restore before going to jail or the asylum. But Sadie actually likes the small village in Pudding and gets in trouble so that they won't yet release her to her father's custody. In addition, it keeps people away from her. Although she has always been lonely she still keeps people away. Then one day while pulling a stunt Tristan walks in to the store. Tristan thinks he knows what is going on with Sadie and that preconception takes a little while to drop before he starts to know the real Sadie.
This was such a fun and exciting read. I really could not put the book down.
Love this series and Ms. Robinson writing!
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text 2015-12-10 19:56
All Through the Night by Maggie Robinson 99 cents
All Through the Night: a holiday story - Maggie Robinson

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays personal assistant Carrie Moore from the swift completion of her appointed rounds. She’s used is used to delivering for the rich and famous. Can she mend a hunky English lord’s heart and not get him deported? 

As a personal assistant, Carrie Moore is used to fulfilling the whims of the rich and famous, even if it means driving through a blizzard to pick up a fresh Kosher turkey for Christmas dinner. No ordinary Butterball for her employer Rosemary Stephens, an eccentric English mystery writer who’s spending the winter on a remote Maine island. When the last ferry is cancelled, leaving Carrie with a turkey that’s bound to get frozen, all the roads closed and no room at the local inn, what’s a resourceful girl to do? 
Why, break in and enter, of course, along with Mrs. Stephens’s titled English nephew who is stranded too. Lord Griffin Archer is an actual viscount, but there will be no roast goose and figgy pudding for him, just the random contents of Carrie’s grocery bags. He’s come to America to improve the family fortune, but keeping company with Carrie might result in a prison sentence or deportation. And with a broken engagement behind him, the last thing he wants to do is lose his heart again. 
As they snuggle up in a vintage Jaguar inside the inn’s carriage house, bells ring. Alarm or Christmas? Only time will tell.

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