Published By: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: Aug 01, 2008
ISBN # 9781402213496
Available in: Secure Adobe eBook, Secure Adobe Epub eBook
Regency Buck by Georgette Heyer - Romance>Historical Regency eBook
Miss Judith Taverner and her brother travel to London to meet their guardian, Julian St. John Audley, Lord Worth, expecting an elderly gentleman. To their surprise and utter disgust, their guardian is not much older than they are, and is determined to thwart all their interests, hoping to return them to the country until they reach majority and his job is done.
But Miss Taverner begins to move in the highest circles of society and Lord Worth can't do a thing about it...
While Heyer's sparkling Regency romances usually depicted the secondary nobility, with an occasional Duke, in Regency Buck, Heyer mixes her fictional characters with real-life personages of the highest of the haut ton—the circle of the Prince Regent and his brothers (all huge men with huge appetites), and Beau Brummell, the famous dandy who single-handedly set the fashions for male attire and manners.
"Georgette Heyer is unbeatable."—Sunday Telegraph
"Light and frothy, in the vein of the author's other Regency novels, this follows the fortunes of Miss Judith Taverner and her brother, Sir Peregrine. A good introduction to Heyer's period stories..." —The Booklist
"I have read all of Georgette Heyer's books, and Regency Buck remains my favorite—after a few dozen readings! The mysterious plot, the wonderful dialogue, the splendid Regency settings, the chemistry between the impulsive heroine and the sardonic hero—all these add up to a Regency masterpiece and the ultimate rainy night comfort read!"
"The conversation sparkles, the characters are real, and the descriptions stand before you. Can't miss it."
"Georgette Heyer has no equal when it comes to that wonderful brand of Regency fun and laughter. Her research is so true to that age I feel as though I am riding in Hyde Park with the characters, or on the battlefield at Waterloo, Regency Buck lead me to read An Infamous Army and many of her other wonderful books."
"Regency Buck has lots of fun and humorous scenes that would make you laugh. As always, the ending is a pleasant surprise and a happy one. It makes you believe in love all over again."
âHow tedious it is to be sitting still for so many hours at a stretch!â she remarked. âWhen do we reach Grantham, Perry?â
Her brother yawned. âLord, I donât know! It was you who would go to London.â
Miss Taverner made no reply to this, but picked up a Travellerâs Guide from the seat beside her, and began to flutter the leaves over. Young Sir Peregrine yawned again, and observed that the new pair of wheelers, put in at Newark, were good-sized strengthy beasts, very different from the last pair, which had both of them been touched in the wind.
Miss Taverner was deep in the Travellerâs Guide, and agreed to this without raising her eyes from the closely printed page. She was a fine young woman, rather above the average height, and had been used for the past four years to hearing herself proclaimed a remarkably handsome girl. She could not, however, admire her own beauty, which was of a type she was inclined to despise. She had rather have had black hair; she thought the fairness of her gold curls insipid. Happily, her brows and lashes were dark, and her eyes which were startlingly blue (in the manner of a wax doll, she once scornfully told her brother) had a directness and a fire which gave a great deal of character to her face. At first glance one might write her down a mere Dresden china miss, but a second glance would inevitably discover the intelligence in her eyes, and the decided air of resolution in the curve of her mouth.
She was dressed neatly, but not in the first style of fashion, in a plain round gown of French cambric, frilled round the neck with scolloped lace; and a close mantle of twilled sarcenet. A pokebonnet of basket-willow with a striped velvet ribbon rather charmingly framed her face, and a pair of York tan gloves were drawn over her hands, and buttoned tightly round her wrists.
Her brother, who had resumed his slumbrous scrutiny of the post-boyâs back, resembled her closely. His hair was more inclined to brown, and his eyes less deep in colour than hers, but he must always be known for her brother. He was a year younger than Miss Taverner, and, either from habit or carelessness, was very much in the habit of permitting her to order things as she chose.
âIt is fourteen miles from Newark to Grantham,â announced Miss Taverner, raising her eyes from the Travellerâs Guide. âI had not thought it had been so far.â She bent over the book again. âIt says here â it is Kearsleyâs Entertaining Guide, you know, which you procured for me in Scarborough â that it is a neat and populous town on the River Witham. It is supposed to have been a Roman station, by the remains of a castle which have been dug up. I must say, I should like to explore there if we have the time, Perry.â
âOh, lord, you know ruins always look the same!â objected Sir Peregrine, digging his hands into the pockets of his buckskin breeches. âI tell you what it is, Judith: if youâre set on poking about all the castles on the way we shall be a full week on the road. Iâm all for pushing forward to London.â
âVery well,â submitted Miss Taverner, closing the Travellerâs Guide, and laying it on the seat. âWe will bespeak an early breakfast at the George, then, and you must tell them at what hour you will have the horses put-to.â