A renowned rake, Cameron Mackenzie doesn't care if Ainsley Douglas has a virtuous excuse for sneaking around his bedchamber. He only cares that she's at his mercy. One kiss at a time, he plans to seduce her. But what starts out as a lusty diversion may break Cam's own rules.
And here is Jess's review:
First, let me start by saying: I love me some Lord Cameron. I get heated thinking about his erotic paintings and his hangovers and his many sins and hot damn. I like the heroine, Ainsley, a frisky and smart non-virgin, who calls the woman Cameron is tupping early in the book a “selfish cow.” And I dig the entire dysfunctional Mackenzie family—a collection of dudes who know what to do with honey in the honey pot.
In some ways this is a wonderful book. Cameron’s PTSD is dealt with in a way that seems honest and true. And the back story, the sexual tension, even the initial mystery–of Ainsley needing to recover stolen, personal letters from the Queen–seem validly urgent.
But god dammit. There’s a horse metaphor that won’t quit. Not that kind of horse metaphor, thankfully.
Lord Cameron is a man focused on his horses and doing it with ladies he doesn’t care about: “Sometimes when he hit the moment of passion with a woman, he’d feel the same surge of life (AS HE DID WITH HIS HORSES), but at all other times, Cameron Mackenzie was half dead…” Except when he’s with Ainsley, of course.
So anyway, Lord Cameron loves this horse, Night Blooming Jasmine. And Cameron’s always chasing this horse, whether she’s run away (JUST LIKE AINSLEY) or whether she’s been taken away by outside circumstances (JUST LIKE AINSLEY). Seriously, the comparisons get so heavy-handed at times that in the margins next to this line in the book: “He knew there was something in the horse that he could bring out,” I wrote: “Oh crap. Okay, fine. Ainsley is the horse.”
And while I suppose I’m glad that Lord Cameron will fight as hard for Ainsley as he will his horse, which is, you know, a lot, the comparisons become heavy-handed (hoofed?), especially in the last third of the book, which unravels with an unlikely secondary plot.
Regardless, The Many Sins of Lord Cameron is one of the best in the Highland Pleasures series, if only for its wickedly sexy “unbuttoning” scenes and lead characters who are very much deserving of their own book.