It’s Romantic Thursday with Bookmunchies! So why is Thursday romantic? Because I like Thursday and I like romance! Basically, I just love romance, in YA books, in adult, contemporary, historical, whichever the genre and sometimes I’m too lazy to write full reviews but I do love sharing fun quotes or just gushing about characters. So that’s what Romantic Thursday is for! To share my love. May it be through actual full reviews, quick reviews, or just fun quotes.
Ahoy guys! Original I came up with this ‘meme’ so I could share my love for romance. It was suppose to be more than just reviews, but somehow that’s all it’s been. So I’m going to try a little harder to use this to do other stuff, like recs and discussions!
So back to historical romances, because I lurve them.
Alright, so there’s just something awesome about stuck-in-the-mud prim Historical heroess getting their butt kicked by love, I just crackle with glee. And nothing cracks me up more than when our prim hero gets drunk and does hilarious things.
Is there any certain hero quirks or things they do that you just find hilarious or just love?
Anyway, here’s a few of my favourite drunk heroes!!
This was one of the first HR I read that I remember giggling so hard because the hero gets hilarious/nice drunk! Our hero, Max is a duke and he’s usually soooo rigidity and uptight, but than he got drunk one night and expressed all his affection for Lisette in the best way, and I laughed.
“Shh,” said a voice none too quietly, with a slight slur. “Shh, mustn’t wake her.”
Good Lord. It was the duke. And he was drunk. Now, that was something she hadn’t expected. She edge into the room just as he stumbled over the chair he’d knocked over.
“Stop moving he growled at the chair. “I demand that you…that you…” He paused, as if trying to find his place in the sentence. “I forget. But whatever it is, stop it.”
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured as she struggled with his boots. He ran his hand over her curls, tangling his fingers in them. “You’re hair is like… it’s like… I dunno. Something black and shiny.”
She smothered a smile. Apparently when the duke was jug-bitten, he became somewhat inarticulate. “Like beetles, perhaps?” she joked. “They’re black and shiny.”
“Right, beetles.” He blinked, then scowled. “Not beetles. Don’t be daft.” He’d filled both his hands with her hair and was smoothing it and caressing it. “Something prettier.”
“Forgive me, madam, it appears that you and I got off on the wrong foot.”
“You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.”
To Wed a Wicked Earl by Olivia Parker
Series: Devine and Friends (#2)
Count: 3 /fin.
Find on: Goodreads
This one is a little different. Our hero Adam is actually not that stuck up and is quite the charming rogue. But when he gets a bit tipsy because he’s in love the girl that’s heads over heels for his best friendd, french and hilarity ensues! (Adam made my list for Best Book Boyfriend of 2012!)
Minus the leather queue he always used to tie back his hair, his tousled, dark gold locks feathered against the back of his neck in a deceptively boyish manner.
“What say you?” Rothbury drawled the question, sounding less like a drunk and more like the skilled seducer he was reputed tto be – most likely because he was now speaking french.
“There you are.” Reaching up, Rothbury ruffled the tousled ebony locks between the horse’s ears, much as one would the hair of a doted-upon child.
What sort of man talked to his horse as if it were a person? In French, no less?”
“NO! Duck, you love sick baffon!”
Duck? If you want one of those, cherie, I think I saw one over there.” He gestured toward the lawn with a negligent hand.
He looked up. But it was too late. Before he could blink the book landed on the earl’s head with a thunk. His horse cantered off to hid behind the bushes again.
“Those aren’t from my mother’s garden, are they? She’ll throttle you.”
“No,” he said, making a grand show of looking insulted. “I would never.”
“Sorry,” she said with a cringe.
“They’re from your neighbor’s garden, actually.”
This one is a play off Cyrano de Bergerac and is tons of fun! Lucy is our super sassy heroine and Derek is our uptight hero. Oh the banter. Apparently our prim hero gets a little flirty when he’s a bit tipsy, muahaha.
“Come down here,” he called again. “I want to see you in your night rail. Indecency doesn’t bother me.”
Had he just waggled his eyebrows at her? Oh heavens, he really was drunk as a wheelbarrow.”
It was a bit fantastic. He was quite a pleasant drunk, she thought with some irony.
It was a bit fascinating. He was quite a pleasant drunk, she thought to herself with some irony. Why had she assumed he’d be cross? Not that she’d ever pictured him drunk. He burst into song just then, confirming her suspicions that he was quite jovial while in his cups indeed.
How would she have ever explained a duke’s dead body in the backyard?
He clenched his teeth. “This had better work.”
“Don’t be so childish.” She pressed the poultice against his hand a bit too firmly. “Now, do you care to tell me why you got into a fight with an inanimate object?”
Derek sucked in his breath through clenched teeth and winced. “I didn’t intend to get into a fight with a tree.”
She pressed her lips together. “Oh, of course. I’m certain no one does. Jumped out at you did it? Frightened you?”
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