Monday, September 14, 2015

Review: A Little Thing Called Love by Cathy Maxwell

A Little Thing Called Love 
by Cathy Maxwell
Series: Marrying the Duke #0.5
Pub. Date:  Sept. 22, 2015
Publisher:  Avon Impulse
Pages:  96
Format:  eARC
Source:  Avon / Edelweiss


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Grandmother, grandmother, who shall it be

Who shall it be who will marry me?

Duke, Earl, a powerful marquess?

When my heart is given to Fyclan Morris…

In New York Times bestselling author Cathy Maxwell's new novella, beautiful Jennifer Tarleton has no lack of noble suitors, but the only man who captures her attention is the one her father will never let her marry: Fyclan Morris. He's a brash adventurer, witty, courageous…and Irish!Even worse, her father blames her for their reversal of fortune…

And it's a fortune—or rather, his grandmother the fortune teller—who foretold that Fyclan would meet "the one,", a love prophesied in the stars. He vows nothing will stand in the way of making Jennifer his bride, but is the price too high? Or is a thing called love worth every challenge?


I'm not usually into short stories (or maybe this is more of a novella). I just find that shorter stories don't give me enough time or detail to really connect with the story and the character. So I was so pleasantly surprised by this quick little prequel and can't wait to read the rest of the series!!!

Fyclan Morris is a proud Irishman who has made his fortune with the East India Trading Company. With a Romany grandmother who foretold his destiny of love a great and successful legacy for his lineage, Fyclan instantly knows when he has crossed paths with this great love. With his grandmother's words echoing in his ear, he sets off after the beautiful woman despite warnings to the contrary.
"You'll recognize her immediately," his Gran had said. "She'll be fair to your dark, a light to your step, a force you will not deny.
...
"When you meet this woman, hold on to her," she'd said. "You're children's children will be dukes and princes. They will stride the world. But first, you must meet the woman.
Jennifer Tarleton has always been frail and used books to escape the stresses in life. Now that her gambling-addict father has returned home from his military campaigns, Jennifer has more stress than ever and is in desperate search of a book to borrow. Her determined search is what brings her into contact with our hero. Jennifer also experiences that instant spark with Fyclan, and what follows is a love story that you will root for. Because's its so short, I don't want to give anything else away.

This story was all about hope and faith and believing in your destiny. It was an uplifting read, and a wonderful set up for the series which will begin with The Match of the Century on November 24, 2015. With a prequel this good, I can't wait to read the rest of the series.

I received an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. 

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About the Author


New York Times Bestselling Author, Cathy Maxwell, spends hours in front of her computer pondering the question, “Why do people fall in love?” It remains for her the great mystery of life and the secret to happiness. She lives in beautiful Virginia with children, horses, dogs, and cats.







Excerpt


From almost the day he of his birth, his Gran had cooed in his ear that he was destined for great things, something she’d never said to his brother—and her words had proven true. How else could a poor lad from County Cork find himself on the brink of being named a director to the powerful East India Company?
            But it wasn’t just money his Gran had offered. “When you meet this woman, hold on to her,” she’d said. “Your children’s children will be dukes and princes. They will stride the world. But first, you must meet the woman.”
            “Why will I need her?” he’d asked. “Mr. Fralin says I’m the smartest pupil he’s ever taught. I don’t need a lass to help me be important.”
            His Gran had cupped his chin with her cold, frail hand. “You are right, my chava, but she will not be just any woman. She will be your destiny. Your purpose.”
            To a boy, such talk was gibberish. Like every other Irish lad his age, Fyclan was mad for horses and adventure. This talk of “purpose” had been beyond his understanding—especially when it involved lasses. He was going to be a military man. He would win honor and glory and own a stable of a fifty horses, and he wasn’t going to share one of them with a lass.
            However now, he was a man, and wiser to the ways of the world. He’d proven he understood money. He’d made fortunes for his superiors as well as his own. There was no telling how far he could climb, especially since many whispered Fyclan’s smart leadership had saved the Company from another bankruptcy. It was commonly allowed that if he kept his current path, he would someday be knighted.
And certainly, many of the current directors had their eye on him as a husband for their daughters, but Fyclan had not been tempted. No, he’d been waiting for her, the one his Gran had promised--the lady in blue with golden hair and creamy skin whose path had just crossed his. 

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