A LADY BELONGS WHERE?
In Kathy Greyle’s latest historical comedy, No Place for a Lady!
Fanny Delarive is no lady, and so she’s allowed to go everywhere: the dockside lair of notorious criminals, the glittering ballrooms of the haut ton, even the dark, secret places of Marcus Kane, Lord Chadwick’s bedroom. Well, perhaps not allowed there, but certainly welcome as Fantine and Marcus scramble through debris and diamonds, hidey-holes and hideaways in search for the mysterious criminal Teggie.
In No Place for a Lady, Greyle tops her previous efforts with a fast-paced historical complete with side-splitting humor. Her trademark dialogue is in beautiful form with witty comebacks and tender endearments, right before the plot picks you up and tosses you off in another direction.
No wonder the Madcap award for romantic comedy put her right alongside Teresa Medeiros and Betina Krahn!
Says Greyle, “I try not to push for humor, but let it come from the characters themselves. That’s why I created Fanny and Marcus as complete opposites. Fanny Delarive is a dockside criminal...perhaps. Marcus is the stiffest of the haut ton...maybe. When the two are forced to work together, humor is a natural result. And so are the romantic sparks as they’re chased by killers through the London underbelly, a society ball, and of course, his lordship’s chamber.”
You’ll never look under your couch in quite the same way!
Watching opposites interact has always fascinated me. When two opposites fall in love...well, there’s nothing more entertaining. In No Place For A Lady, Fantine Delarive is a dockside criminal...perhaps. Marcus Kane, Lord Chadwick, is the highest of the haut ton...maybe. When the two are forced to work together, sparks are the least of their problem. Especially when chased by killers through the dark London alleys:
Fantine watched his expression turn bleak in the cold moonlight. He knew the truth, she suddenly realized. He knew his title was no protection here.
"Go," he rasped. "I cannot run like you. Not through these streets." Then he straightened his shoulders, his hands clenching into large, punishing fists. "I will hold them off as long as I can."
She stared at him, shock robbing her of words. Was he truly offering to sacrifice himself for her – an actress, as he had so contemptuously put it? Apparently, he was, and for the first time ever, her heart softened toward a peer.
"Blimey, you are a fool."
He lifted his head, a bitter smile on his lips. "Aye," was all he said.
"Kathy Greyle always writes keepers!" – Cathy Maxwell
"A winner!" – Harriet Klausner, Amazon.com #1 reviewer
Greyle is a winner of: 2002 Madcap Finalist for romantic comedy
Romantic Times Hero’s Kiss award
1999 PRISM Best of the Best
1999 PRISM Best Futuristic
1999 RITA Best First Book Finalist