VIRTUAL TOUR: One Rogue at a Time (Rakes and Rogues #2) by Jade Lee



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A brown-eyed bastard with nothing to lose

As the illegitimate son of a duke, Bramwell Wesley Hallowsby grew up tough, on the fringes of society, learning to hide his hurt and cynicism with charm and Town polish. He’s carved out a place for himself as a mercenary, serving as bodyguard and general strong arm for the peerage. Bram has nothing to lose… and he’s exactly what Maybelle “Bluebell” Ballenger needs.

Meets his match in a blue-eyed beauty with everything to hide

Maybelle needs a mentor to teach her to speak and act like a lady, so she can claim the place in society she was denied. As they team up to take on the ton, Bram knows she’s hiding something even from him. Despite the deception he sees behind those sparkling blue eyes, Bram wants to believe that Maybelle’s love is no lie. But it seems fate has served him up his just desserts in the likes of this determined damsel.



A Word From Jade Lee: In this excerpt our hero is trying to help return a massive pig named Mr. Periwinkle to his pen. He’s got a bucket filled with ale-soaked mash but even with that, it doesn’t go so well.

He hurried to her side and had to stifle his laugh. She was now as filthy as the pig, her hair was matted with mud, and she was being pulled straight into a tree no matter how much she dragged on the ribbon, which—he now saw—was laid on top of a heavy rope. Well, at least that part made sense, though trying to drag that thing by a rope was no more effective than by a ribbon.

“I’ve got the bucket.”

“Took you long enough,” she huffed. “Hold it out, but not too close.”

He nodded and tried to not to spill the thing. “What pig drinks ale?”

“All of ’em, if you let ’em.”

The country was just one new thing after another. God, how he missed the black London air where all he had to deal with was footpads and faithless peers.

“Not there!” she said as she brushed the hair out of her eyes and left a mud streak across her forehead. “Lower. Not that low! He’ll get it!”

But Mr. Periwinkle was more interested in something under a bush, and so it didn’t matter how high or low the bucket was. The pig wanted under the foliage.

“Ow! Damn it,” she cursed. “Over ’ere, Peri. We got some good mash fer ye.” Her accent was getting thicker the longer she struggled with the pig. “Damn it. You take ’im. I’ll hold the bucket.”

He shook his head. “Not on your life. I’ve only got this one coat.”

“Oh, for pity’s sake. The widow’ll wash it.”

“And charge me a crown for it,” he snapped. “You hold the pig—”

“I’m not strong enough.”

“A giant wouldn’t be strong enough,” he huffed. So despite what the muck smelled like, he reached in and grabbed the remains of a turnip now soaked in ale. Then he held it out and tried to sound coaxing. “Come on, Mr. Periwinkle. You like turnips, do you?”

“Ain’t no one really likes turnips,” she said between breaths.

He couldn’t argue with her on that. “Don’t say ain’t,” he muttered as he kept holding out the turnip.

“Drop it on the ground,” she instructed. “Near me feet.” Then before he could say anything, she grimaced. “Near my feet.”

“Very good,” he said with a grin. Then he dropped the turnip. Sadly, Mr. Periwinkle had no interest in it.

“Splash ’im with ale.”


“So he can get the taste.”

“And how am I—”

“Just grab a handful and splat ’im with it.”

She was starting to tire. Her shoulders were drooping, and he would bet her hands were getting raw. So rather than argue that it was a liquid and not something he could grab, he tried to do what she wanted.

Cupping his hand as best he could, he scooped up some ale and wilted cabbage and threw it right at Mr. Periwinkle’s head.

He was in luck. The thing had lifted its snout out of the dirt, and so Mr. Periwinkle got a face full of ale. Which got his full attention.

He whipped around, moving faster than Bram thought possible for a thing that size. Bluebell stumbled around as well, and she nearly kicked the bucket over. He was able to save it—getting a kick in the forearm as he did—but that didn’t save them from the weight of Bluebell lurching for the bucket.

Oh bloody hell.


The thing sat on him.

Getting flattened by a five-hundred-pound pig was not an experience he ever wanted to repeat. But as bad as that was, it soon got even worse.


Publisher and Release Date: Sourcebooks Casablanca, December 2015

RHR Classifications:
Time and Setting: Regency England
Genre: Historical Romance
Heat Level: 2
Reviewer Rating: 3 Stars

Review by Jenny Q

Jade Lee is an author I’d been wanting to try, and I was very intrigued by the description of One Rogue at a Time, the second book in her Rakes and Rogues series. I had no issue in reading the book out of order as these characters do not seem to have been in book one, 50 Ways to Ruin a Rake, and there were no references to the events that happened in that book. This story begins with Bram Hallowsby left in the lurch in the tiny village of Hull by the “noble” couple he was hired to protect as they flee from thugs sent to retrieve the money they stole. The only worthwhile thing in the little backwater is Maybelle Ballenger, a charming and tempting country miss who reminds him of a woman who claimed to have loved him and then betrayed him. So while he is wary of Maybelle’s charms, he can’t help but be drawn to her, and he soon vows to have her, even if it means ruining her and leaving her behind afterward.

But Maybelle is not so naive. While she enjoys flirting with the handsome man from London, she has a definite plan for her future – to prove her mother’s marriage was legitimate and demand recognition from her father and his family – and she is not about to let a rogue with one thing on his mind get in her way. She cleverly manages to finagle Bram into escorting her to the church where her mother claims to have been married and then on to London. On the long ride with nothing to do but talk, their sexual attraction becomes something more. But Bram can’t tell if Maybelle really cares for him or if she’s just using him, and Maybelle can’t figure out how Bram fits into the carefully planned future she envisions. Bram is so certain she’s going to find heartache at the end of their journey that he’s not prepared when the opposite happens. And Maybelle is not prepared for the strictness of high society that prevents her from being seen with a man like Bram in public. The couple must see each other in secret, but it’s an arrangement that makes neither of them happy and can’t last. They will each have to determine what’s worth fighting for and where the road to happiness truly lies.

Maybelle is an interesting character, a simple country miss with the intellect of one raised in much different circumstances, thanks to her mother. I really appreciated that she stood up for what she believed in and who she cared about in spite of society’s expectations. But Bram was rather a cad for a good portion of the story. I was quite surprised at his line of thought on several occasions, and not in a good way. My main reason for picking up this book was the idea of a hero who served as a bodyguard to the ton, and I ended up being somewhat disappointed by the lack of more bodyguard-type stuff. He’s only in the employ of one couple for the duration of the story, and they themselves are scam artists, though not very good ones. I really wanted to see him acting heroically in that capacity.

I found the story itself enjoyable, but it’s peppered with overdramatic exclamations, flowery descriptions, and more than its fair share of silliness. I like my romances a little more sophisticated, and I confess I grew bored with Maybelle’s lessons on becoming a lady in London and started skimming to get to the scenes with Bram and the conclusion. And while Bram’s redemption and declarations of love made for a very sweet and heartwarming ending, that was stilted by an epilogue in which a rather nasty tertiary character gets his comeuppance, when I would much rather have had a glimpse of Maybelle and Bram’s happily ever after. One Rogue at a Time is by no means a bad book, but I just didn’t find anything special or memorable about it to make it stand out from the crowd.


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jadesittingUSA Today bestselling author Jade Lee has been crafting love stories since she first picked up a set of paper dolls. Ballgowns and rakish lords caught her attention early (thank you Georgette Heyer), and her fascination with the Regency began. An author of more than 40 romance novels and winner of dozens of reader awards, she brings laughter into the sexy nights of England’s elite. Quirky characters and sexy banter are her hallmarks. Find out more at her website, or check out her wild contemporary half at


3 Responses

  1. I’m so happy that you included in your review the information about not needing to read it in order. Sometimes I hesitate to grab a book in a series that sounds really good when it’s not the first because I have done that and then found out I need to go grab the other stories first.

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