Moonlight Scandals: a de Vincent novel from
New York Times bestselling
author Jennifer L. Armentrout is available now!
It takes a fearless woman to love the most scandalous man alive in New York Times Bestselling Author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s breathtaking novel.
Even a ghost hunter like Rosie Herpin couldn’t have foreseen the fateful meeting between two mourners that has brought her so intimately close to the notorious and seductive Devlin de Vincent. Everyone in New Orleans knows he’s heir to a dark family curse that both frightens and enthralls. To the locals, Devlin is the devil. To Rosie, he’s a man who’s stoking her wildest fantasies. When a brutal attack on her friend is linked to the de Vincents, he becomes a mystery she may be risking her life to solve.
Devlin knows what he wants from this sexy and adventurous woman. But what does Rosie want from him? It’s a question that becomes more pressing—and more dangerous—when he suspects her of prying into the shadows of his past.
Now, the legends surrounding the de Vincents may not be myths at all. But if she’s to discover the truth, she must follow them straight into the arms of the man she can’t resist—the handsome devil himself.
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Excerpt:
Rosie needed to get going. She’d promised to help her
friend Nikki move today, so it was time to head back to her apartment, get
changed, and be a good friend for the day. She leaned—
A soft, swift curse jerked her head up. Normally, she didn’t hear a ton of cursing in a cemetery. Usually things were quite quiet. A faint grin tugged at her lips. Cursing and cemeteries typically did not go hand in hand. She scanned the narrow path to her right and didn’t see anything. Leaning back, she looked to her left and found the source.
A man knelt on one knee with his back to her as he picked up flowers that had fallen into a puddle left by the recent rainstorm. Even from where she sat, she could see that whatever delicate bouquet he’d carried was ruined.
Placing a hand over her eyes, she squinted in the sunlight as she watched the man rise. He was dressed as if he’d come straight from work. Dark trousers paired with a fitted white dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing tan forearms. It was late September and New Orleans was still circling the seventh level of hot, currently as humid as Satan’s balls in the afternoon, so she figured if she was close to dying in her black dress, he had to be minutes away from stripping off the shirt.
Still standing with his back to her, he stared down at the ruined flowers. His shoulders were tense as he turned in the other direction. His pace was brisk as he took the flowers over to an old oak tree festooned with Spanish moss. There was a small trash can there, one of the very few in the entire cemetery. He tossed the flowers and then pivoted, quickly disappearing down one of the numerous lanes.
Oh man, that sucked.
Feeling for the guy, she sprang into action. Carefully, she pulled half of the stems free and then leaned forward, placing the remaining in the vase in front of her Herpin tomb. She picked up her keys and as she rose, she slid her purple- framed sunglasses on. Hurrying down the worn path with patchy grass, she turned down the lane she’d seen the guy go down. Luck was on her side, because she saw him near the pyramid tomb. He hung a right there, and feeling a wee bit like a stalker, she trailed behind him.
Of course, she could yell out to him and just hand him the other half of the peonies, but shouting at a stranger in a cemetery just seemed wrong. Shouting in a cemetery at all felt like something her mother would side- eye her over.
And no one side- eyed quite like her mother.
The man made another turn and then stepped out of her line of sight. Holding on to the flowers, she walked passed a tomb with a large cross and then her steps slowed.
She found him.
He was standing before a massive mausoleum, one guarded by two beautifully erected weeping angels, and he was just standing there, as still as those angels, his arms stiff at his sides and his hands closed. She took a step for- ward as her gaze drifted to the name on the mausoleum.
de Vincent.
Her eyes widened and she blurted out, “Holy baby llama.”
The man twisted at the waist, and Rosie was suddenly standing within mere feet of the Devil.
That was what the gossip magazines called him.
That was what most of her family called him.
Rosie liked to refer to him as in her wildest dreams.
A soft, swift curse jerked her head up. Normally, she didn’t hear a ton of cursing in a cemetery. Usually things were quite quiet. A faint grin tugged at her lips. Cursing and cemeteries typically did not go hand in hand. She scanned the narrow path to her right and didn’t see anything. Leaning back, she looked to her left and found the source.
A man knelt on one knee with his back to her as he picked up flowers that had fallen into a puddle left by the recent rainstorm. Even from where she sat, she could see that whatever delicate bouquet he’d carried was ruined.
Placing a hand over her eyes, she squinted in the sunlight as she watched the man rise. He was dressed as if he’d come straight from work. Dark trousers paired with a fitted white dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing tan forearms. It was late September and New Orleans was still circling the seventh level of hot, currently as humid as Satan’s balls in the afternoon, so she figured if she was close to dying in her black dress, he had to be minutes away from stripping off the shirt.
Still standing with his back to her, he stared down at the ruined flowers. His shoulders were tense as he turned in the other direction. His pace was brisk as he took the flowers over to an old oak tree festooned with Spanish moss. There was a small trash can there, one of the very few in the entire cemetery. He tossed the flowers and then pivoted, quickly disappearing down one of the numerous lanes.
Oh man, that sucked.
Feeling for the guy, she sprang into action. Carefully, she pulled half of the stems free and then leaned forward, placing the remaining in the vase in front of her Herpin tomb. She picked up her keys and as she rose, she slid her purple- framed sunglasses on. Hurrying down the worn path with patchy grass, she turned down the lane she’d seen the guy go down. Luck was on her side, because she saw him near the pyramid tomb. He hung a right there, and feeling a wee bit like a stalker, she trailed behind him.
Of course, she could yell out to him and just hand him the other half of the peonies, but shouting at a stranger in a cemetery just seemed wrong. Shouting in a cemetery at all felt like something her mother would side- eye her over.
And no one side- eyed quite like her mother.
The man made another turn and then stepped out of her line of sight. Holding on to the flowers, she walked passed a tomb with a large cross and then her steps slowed.
She found him.
He was standing before a massive mausoleum, one guarded by two beautifully erected weeping angels, and he was just standing there, as still as those angels, his arms stiff at his sides and his hands closed. She took a step for- ward as her gaze drifted to the name on the mausoleum.
de Vincent.
Her eyes widened and she blurted out, “Holy baby llama.”
The man twisted at the waist, and Rosie was suddenly standing within mere feet of the Devil.
That was what the gossip magazines called him.
That was what most of her family called him.
Rosie liked to refer to him as in her wildest dreams.
What I thought about Moonlight Scandals
Everyone in New Orleans knows of the de Vincent family and their scandals and secrets. Considering the oldest of the brothers is nicknamed "the devil", the family is just bad news. But when Rosie meets Devlin de Vincent by chance at the cemetery, and her best friend is involved with a different de Vincent brother, it's hard for Rosie to stay away from this family. It doesn't hurt that Devlin de Vincent is practically unapproachable and incredibly sexy-- that just adds to his mysterious appeal.
Devlin is just as intrigued by Rosie as she is by him, especially when she doesn't cater to Devlin like most everyone else in his life. Their banter is absolutely delicious and I adored these two together! At first glance it would seem that these two don't get along at all, but it's really a whole boatload of sexual tension between them and Jennifer Armentrout plays out their building relationship just perfectly. It's sweet and sexy and super scorchin' hot!
Most of the book is devoted to their burgeoning relationship around the backdrop of Rosie's paranormal investigations and Devlin's dealing with family mysteries. When these two worlds collide, Devlin's family secrets come spilling out and put all of the de Vincent family and Rosie in danger. Rosie is fearless in her support of Devlin, even when his brothers question his motives and outcomes.
I really enjoyed this series as it has many elements that I love -- such as the paranormal aspects and a slow building romance between the main characters. Moonlight Scandals has some amazing and awesome banter between Rosie and Devlin and a gradual reveal of all the secrets and scandals within the family. I just loved everything about this series and Moonlight Scandals is definitely my favorite of the trilogy.
Moonlight Scandals is best read after reading the first two books of the series, but you can read it standalone, although I think you'll be going back to grab the first two books so you have the whole story.
I hope to see more contemporary titles from Jennifer L. Armentrout. She's able to translate all the best things from her NA and YA worlds into this suspenseful romance, and that's really terrific for readers.
Definitely recommended.
An ARC was provided for review.
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About Jennifer L. Armentrout
# 1 New York Times and # 1
International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Charles Town, West Virginia.
All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at
work writing. she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies,
pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. In
early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare
genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina,
eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on
the varying degrees of blindness has become of passion of hers, right alongside
writing, which she plans to do as long as she can.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was a Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more. She is also the creator and sole financier of the annual Write Your Way To RT Book Convention, a contest that gives aspiring authors a chance to win a fully paid trip to RT Book Reviews.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was a Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more. She is also the creator and sole financier of the annual Write Your Way To RT Book Convention, a contest that gives aspiring authors a chance to win a fully paid trip to RT Book Reviews.
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2 comments:
Great review! This sounds intriguing and not YA. The author is a lovely person IRL. Anne - Books of My Heart
Thanks Anne! I did love this one. And yes, she is really lovely IRL!
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