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Download Free. Everyone in the room —all four of them his relations— turned to the baronet with varying degrees of surprise. It was more or less what Harry would have expected him to say, and yet deep in his belly he felt a nagging pit of disappointment.

And resentment. He did not seem to notice that no one else was joining him. Harry felt himself slumping in his chair. And at the same time, his feet began to feel itchy, as if they were ready move forward. To run. He plunked down his glass and ambled over to the door, losing his footing only once. Harry watched him depart, feeling strangely detached from the scene. Not the going into the army, but the leaving. But his imagination had indulged in all sorts of dramatic exits—everything from wild gesticulations to ice cold stares.

His favorites involved flinging bottles against the wall. The expensive ones. The ones smuggled in from France. Would his father still support the Frogs with his illegal purchases, now that his son was facing them down on the battlefield? He was done. It was enough to make Lady Olivia Bevelstoke cease stirring her tea.

Olivia took a hard look at Anne Buxton, and then at Mary Cadogan, who was nodding her head in agreement. Gossip was her lifeblood. Olivia took a sip of her tea, mostly so that she would have time to keep her face free of its desired expression, which was a cross between unabashed exasperation and disbelief.

The other three girls followed her direction, which made Olivia feel quite foolish, as now they were all staring at a perfectly blank spot on the drawing room wall. Olivia managed an ever-so-slight turn of her lips. Upward, she hoped. It was four in the afternoon. The other girls had been visiting for an hour, chatting about this and that, gossiping of course , and discussing their wardrobe selections for the next three social events.

Which was a good thing. A marvelous thing. They had been friends since birth, and now they would be sisters until death. But it also meant that Miranda was no longer an unmarried lady, required to do unmarried lady sorts of things.

Wear pastel colors and be quite glad if you possess the correct complexion for such hues. Smile and keep your opinions to yourself with whatever success you are able. Do what your parents tell you to do. It was not uncommon for Olivia to formulate such epigraphic oddities in her mind.

Which might explain why she so frequently caught herself not listening when she ought. And, perhaps, why she might have, once or twice, said things she really should have kept to herself. But digressions aside, Miranda now got to do married lady sorts of things, which Olivia would have liked to have formed a list for, except that no one not even Miranda, and Olivia still had not forgiven her for this would tell her what it was that married ladies did, aside from not having to wear pastel colors, not having to be accompanied by a chaperone at all times, and producing small infants at reasonable intervals.

Olivia was quite certain there was more to the last bit. That was the one that sent her mother fleeing from the room every time she asked. But back to Miranda. And as Olivia liked chitchat — and fashion and gossip— she found herself spending more and more time with Anne, Mary, and Philomena.

And while they were often entertaining, and never malicious, they were, slightly-more-than-occasionally, foolish. She only got back from Bath two days ago. Libby Lockwood? None of us do. I would never think that of you. Anne repeated most anything uttered in her presence, but she never made things up.

Olivia paused, collecting her thoughts. Olivia tried a different tactic. But if it were , then surely he would not be someone with whom we would wish to associate. He was worthless for gossip, just worthless. Philomena nodded. Rather… er… disheveled. Limbs I would least mind doing without, in descending order By Olivia Bevelstoke all limbs currently intact. Sir Harry might have a blackened eye. I would not know. White shirt and cravat.

But still, common sense was surely on her side. But her curiosity had been piqued. The girl in the house to the north was watching him again. At first Harry had thought nothing of it. The Earl of Rudland had a wife, or so Harry had been told. No wife allowed a governess who looked like that into her household. So she was almost certainly the daughter. Except that she had been watching him for five days. Plaster an enormous, cheerful smile on his face and wave.

That would put a halt to her spying. Except then he would never know why she was so interested. Not to mention that he was not quite close enough to her window to see her answering expression. Which defeated the purpose of the wave. If she was going to be embarrassed, he wanted to see it. What was the fun in it, otherwise? He had work to do, and he needed to stop wondering about the blonde up at the window. A messenger from the War Office had delivered a rather lengthy document earlier that morning, and it needed translating right away.

Harry always followed the same routine when converting Russian to English—first a quick read, for the overall meaning, then a closer look, examining the document on a more word-by-word level. Only then, after this thorough perusal, did he pick up a pen and ink and begin his translation. It was a tedious task. He could sit with a document for hours, and realize only when the sun went down that he had not eaten all day. But even he, who was so enamored of the task, could not imagine spending the day watching someone translate documents.

And yet there she was, once again at her window. Probably thinking she was so very good at concealment and he an absolute dunce. He smirked. She had no idea. Harry might work for the dull branch of the War Office—the one that dealt with words and papers instead of guns, knives, and secret missions— but he was well-trained.

And because she sometimes watched him at night, he knew that when she let it down—the entire, unbelievably sunshiny mass of it—the ends hit right in the middle of her back. She had no talent for holding still. But something always gave her away—a little flutter of her fingertips, or perhaps a tiny elevation of her shoulders as she drew breath.

It did make him wonder. What part of his being hunched over a sheaf of papers was so interesting to her? Because that was all he had been doing all week. Perhaps he ought to liven up the spectacle. Really, it would be the kind thing to do. She had to be bored silly. Now that would be an interesting moral dilemma. He was not so very cynical; he fully believed that some of them, at least, would make an attempt to save him.

But he rather doubted any possessed the necessary athletic skills to make it over in time. Harry let out a long breath and attempted to refocus his attention on his work. He supposed he could draw the curtain, but that would be too obvious.

Especially now, at half noon, with the sun high and bright. He stared down at the words before him, but he could not concentrate. She was still there, still staring at him, imagining herself concealed behind the curtain. There was no way she could see what he was working on, and even if she could, he rather doubted she read Cyrillic.

But still, the documents on his desk were often of a sensitive nature, occasionally even of national importance. If someone was spying on him…. He shook his head. And then, miraculously, she was gone.

She turned first, her chin lifting perhaps an inch, and then she stepped away. He was just glad she was gone. He needed to get to work. It was Sebastian, clearly in a jocular mood. This was true. Sebastian had always been second-in-line to inherit; his uncle the Earl of Newbury had sired only one son, Geoffrey. After all, there had been little reason to suppose that Sebastian might inherit. Geoffrey had married while Sebastian was in the army, and his wife had borne two daughters, so clearly the man could produce a baby.

But then Geoffrey had taken a fever and died. As soon as it became apparent that his widow was not increasing and therefore no young heir was in the offing to save the earldom from the devastation that was Sebastian Grey, the long-widowed earl had taken it upon himself to produce a new heir to the title and was now gadding about London, shopping for a wife. Which meant that no one knew quite what to make of Sebastian. Sebastian regarded him with an expression that most would interpret as bored, but Harry knew meant: You nodcock.

Sebastian yawned, not bothering to cover it, even when Harry shot him a disgusted look. Harry stepped toward the window, regarding her window, which he now knew was on the second floor, third from the right. Harry gave him a bit of a stare, then rose to his feet and walked to the window, free to do so now that Lady Olivia was gone. Harry ignored him, moving his head slightly to the left, not that that did much to improve his vantage point.

Certainly the best yet. I read and love many, many books, but of the two hundred or so that I've devoured this year why, no, I DON'T have a life! I totally get and respect arguments that it wasn't among JQ's very 'best', but it happened to be among my most personally beloved : Enjoy!

View all 7 comments. Sep 23, Mariana rated it really liked it Shelves: agent-spy , historical-romance-the-book-club , library. Review after 1st time: This book made me laugh. I was reading it drunk and I laughed. I was reading it sober and I laughed. If you like things like Smile and keep your opinions to yourself with whatever success you are able. Do what your parents tell you to do. Accept the consequences when you don't.

Find a husband who won't b Reread. Find a husband who won't bother to tell you what to do. I definitely enjoyed it more than the first in the trilogy. Now on to the Third! View all 3 comments. I so adored this book! I adored the h and them as a couple! The reviews are mixed, but for me it was a winner. The humor goes into farcical but that was intentional, I felt. Well, I was smiling and chuckling so I am good with this one!

According to gossip, he is a recluse and a wife killer to boot. And her window is strategically placed with a view into h I so adored this book! And her window is strategically placed with a view into his property.

He works as a Russian translator for the War Office. The h is sweet, witty and restless. She is the toast of the season and the one before that, and few before that as well!

She has turned down countless offers from all hierarchies of the peerdom and is almost on the shelf but, of course there is still no dearth of admirers. We also have an impossibly handsome and lofty Russian prince as the wannabe om.

The H starts out disliking the h but soon finds himself doing his job with more enthusiasm than warranted. Now our intrepid h has already been spying on the H from her bedroom window that looks down on to his office. All because she wants to see what a wife killer looks like. So they spy back and forth, or pretend to. The window rendezvous and parleys were the backbone of this book.

They were entertaining, endearing and romantic. The reading of that ludicrous gothic novel Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron throughout the story, that conquers each and all who listens in, does it's bit for the lunatic tone of the book.

It is a very sweet and believable window romance. There is a lot of intrigue and drama in the story, but the romance and love bloom very simply and naturally. They are like any young couple in love-attracted, captivated, excited and drawn to each other and really not fighting it much Do you like Cute?

If you dont find JQ funny sacrilege! The A Do you like Cute? This JQ novel only needed a Britney Spears soundtrack. This is the spinoff of The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever and instead of diary entries scattered throughout at climatic moments as in the previous book, JQ has the heroine make up cutesy lists in her heads at inopportune moments. So in keeping with the spirit of the book, I will end with.

List of things I'll much rather do than read another Julia Quinn book ever again since she is not my cuppa: 1. Vacuum 2. Pull weeds out my garden 3. Pull lint out of my belly button 4. Go to the dentist 5. All of the above, all on the same day View all 22 comments. Feb 08, Heidi rated it really liked it Shelves: goal , hf-romance.

Charming characters complete with a meet cute and clever, witty repartee! Dare I suggest I liked this more than some of the Bridgerton series?

Yes— it was a delightful read. View 1 comment. Jul 08, Dina rated it really liked it Shelves: historical-romance , to-blog. That's what I got from this book, so I'm thoroughly satisfied. Harry was adorable - really, I have no other adjective to qualify him - and Olivia was the typical JQ heroine, i.

Their inner thoughts and witty dialogues - not only with each other but with some secondary characters too - made me laugh out loud more than once, and that's what matters to me when I read a JQ book. I mean, Harry and Olivia had already said their ILY and all JQ had left to do was to show the reader how Harry was going to propose - since he had made such a big deal out of it - so I couldn't care less about the last-minute added drama. Thankfully, that was quickly over and the story got back on track with Harry's charming marriage proposal, which made me close the book with a silly smile on my face.

All things considered, I really enjoyed this read. It wasn't enough to get JQ back to my auto-buy-authors list, but at least she's no longer on my authors-to-avoid list. View all 16 comments. Aug 18, Cynthia rated it liked it. SUPER fluffy. Even for a Quinn. But in a cotton candy delicious kind of way. Very much a comedy first, and romance second. The end has some ridiculous contrived issues to overcome ransom, I don't even know who you are!

Do They? As for the cover it should involve windows and the book Miss Butterworth. I cannot believe I got this at the local bookstore for a dollar. Whoever was pricing that day must have been on crack. Dec 28, Lisa Remarkablylisa rated it really liked it Shelves: mr-grump-and-ms-sunshine , gruff-heroes , historical-romance-i-own , december , historical-spy. I had my doubts about this one in the beginning because I thought it would be cuter but it ran a bit slow. I really liked how they're so silly with each other and I like him being super serious all the time.

However, I wish we explored more about the fact that he worked for the war office and Olivia had no idea of his past and that he's basically a stealth agent. Anyways, I laughed. It was sweet when he realized he needed her in his life. I also felt sad that he had an alcoholic father but that I had my doubts about this one in the beginning because I thought it would be cuter but it ran a bit slow.

I also felt sad that he had an alcoholic father but that wasn't too deeply explored too. Jun 22, Daniella rated it it was ok.

What Happens in London is lacklustre at best, and boring at worst. It's not abhorrent, like Eloisa James' The Duke is Mine, but it's not something that I would recommend for pleasure reading. After going through the entire book, though, I would have to admit that it did have a few entertaining moments, but alas, it had too many flaws against it for it to be considered enjoyable.

For one, I think Ms. Julia Quinn tried too hard to be funny that it backfired. The novel's prologue was agonizing to re What Happens in London is lacklustre at best, and boring at worst. The novel's prologue was agonizing to read; it was extremely long and had too many unnecessary details, which did not affect the story at all. I had to read about how Harry's father was a drunk who puked all over the place cringe , and how Harry would mop after him for times yes, he counted--for no reason.

This could have passed as an attempt for humour had it not been mentioned in almost every paragraph of the very long prologue. And oh, I had to read about how his grandmother preferred Russian over English; how he grew up in such a household; how his father lost a tooth; how his grandmother eventually died and all other worthless details.

It didn't help that the characters were so Individually, there was nothing remarkable about Olivia and Harry. But surprisingly, they were entertaining together. I enjoyed some of their lighthearted banters and laughed a bit. But that's all there was, really. There was nothing about them that wheeled me in--nothing to get me invested in their story. While I appreciate how natural their attraction was, I couldn't really care one whit about them. The love scenes were lukewarm, as well.

The only person who was remotely interesting was Sebastian Grey, Harry's cousin, but even his presence was not enough to get me into the book. Another thing that bothered me about this book was Ms. Quinn's writing. It was too excessive, too unpolished. I never really had a problem with her writing before, in her previous novels, so I was shocked that reading this somehow reminded me of EL James cringe again. Well, maybe not as bad as EL James, but I really expected better from her. He looked at her.

She opened her mouth to speak. He smiled. She started wondering why she was fighting so hard. She could hear the smile in his voice. He sounded happy. She felt happy. And more. That was the most romantic thing Olivia had ever heard. Anyway, if you're simply an avid Julia Quinn fan who's on a quest to read all her books, then by all means, read this.

But if you're like me who wants to actually enjoy reading, then keep moving. Aug 26, Sharon rated it really liked it Shelves: happily-ever-after , spies-espionage , historical-fiction , mystery , romance , 4-stars , adult-fiction , utterly-romantic , cute-bantering , humorous.

Love-hate relationship. Cute-funny bantering. This is a delight. The romance is absolutely adorable with the nonstop cute bantering. I find both Olivia and Harry to be sensible, sweet, and entertaining.

Their romance is gradual and rather smooth-sailing, even with the dislike they had for each other in the beginning. I adore that they share a mutual distaste yet fondness for a silly Gothic novel that they both read together. I also love that they are neighbors who talk to e Love-hate relationship. I also love that they are neighbors who talk to each other through their own windows. Just lots of cuteness here. The ending is a bit rushed but still cute. But still happy and cute.

Angst level? No cheating. Low angst. When they read the silly Gothic novel together. Explicit details on sex. I'm hoping this will be filled with cuteness though. Aug 04, Jan rated it liked it Shelves: historical. My first book by her. It started off promisingly. Ms Quinn can obviously write well, and I was liking the banter and interplay between the MCs. I quite liked the light and humorous tone too, even though it's not my usual.

But then the last third of the book went downhill somehow. There w 3. There was the slightly silly view spoiler [kidnapping plot hide spoiler ] which didn't seem necessary to me, and didn't really fit in with the rest of the book. It just seemed to come from nowhere. There also seemed to be way too much slightly tedious detail about Olivia view spoiler [trying to untie the knots and free herself hide spoiler ] I got a bit sick of it and was almost starting to roll my eyes and skim.

The ending all seemed a bit rushed and unsatisfactory after that, which was a shame seeing as I thought the book started out quite well. So the last third knocked my rating down. I will still try the Bridgertons some time though, as everyone seems to think that's the best of Ms Quinn. Feb 19, Lily Herman rated it liked it.

Y'all, I've been in a reading slump. A terribly, horrendously awful reading slump. Nothing can really keep my attention. So what do we do when we're in a reading slump? We pull out an emergency Julia Quinn book and inhale it in a single sitting, my friends!!!!!! What Happens in London was cute, improbable, full of random side plots, and overf Y'all, I've been in a reading slump. What Happens in London was cute, improbable, full of random side plots, and overflowing with funny banter, and it's just what I needed tonight.

Bless Julia for her contribution this evening. There were so many different things that happened in here that I couldn't keep track of and I don't even care.