The Writer and the Rake by Shehanne Moore

He saw her coming. If he’d known her effect he’d have walked away.

When it comes to doing it all, hard coated ‘wild child’ writer, Brittany Carter ticks every box. Having it all is a different thing though, what with her need to thwart an ex fiancé, and herself transported from the present to Georgian times. But then, so long as she can find her way back to her world of fame, and promised fortune, what’s there to worry about?

Georgian bad boy Mitchell Killgower is at the center of an inheritance dispute and he needs Brittany as his obedient, country mouse wife. Or rather he needs her like a hole in the head. In and out of his bed he’s never known a woman like her. A woman who can disappear and reappear like her either.

And when his coolly contained anarchist, who is anything but, learns how to return to her world and stay there, will And when his coolly contained anarchist, who is anything but, learns how to return to her world and remain, will having it all be enough, or does she underestimate him, and herself?

TheWriterandTheRake2_400I’ve been a fan of Shehanne Moore’s work since The Viking and the Courtesan. Now she brings us the Writer and the Rake, which is even better! I absolutely loved the concept. For certain people who happen to be Time Mutants, a kiss can take them backwards or forwards in time to a completely different century. This is what happens to struggling romance writer Brittany Carter, who is frustratingly whisked away into the past just as she is about to make her ex-boyfriend’s life a living hell.

I think I mentioned before how I hate romance heroines who are the paragon of all virtues. Well, Brittany is definitely not. This heroine is a vindictive, manipulative, chain-smoking alcoholic, and I love her. If romance heroes can be rakes, why shouldn’t the heroine be a ‘rakette’?

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Brittany arrives in 1765 dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, landing in Mitchell Kilgower’s teenage son’s bed. Mitchell, a long-suffering, brooding gentleman thinks his son has finally stopped being such a milksop and become a man, or rather the kind of man his father wants him to be. Brittany is just confused. She thinks her ex-boyfriend has murdered her and she is now in some sort of strange afterlife. Mitchell thinks she’s insane.

wandr 565656Of course, one can’t blame him as for all he knows, a woman has appeared out of nowhere and keeps babbling on about him being good fodder for her next romance novel. Mitchell’s uncle and slightly incestuous aunt (or former sister-in-law) show up, and the only way Brittany’s presence can be explained is in a lie hastily concocted by Fleming, Mitchell’s son, that she is Mitchell’s new God-fearing wife.

Hilariously unsuited to the role, Brit goes along with is because she needs to figure out a way to get back to the 21st century.  She may be a romantic novelist, but unlike her naive heroines, she’s not going to swoon and fall into Mitchell’s arms just because he has a gorgeous body and amazing cheekbones. All the same, there is an attraction simmering beneath the surface of her pretense.

mitchell meme44As for Mitchell, he starts out wanting to get rid of her, but he is by turns enraged and captivated by a woman the likes of which he’d never seen. A modern heroine unleashed on an unsuspecting 18th century world is a force to be reckoned with.

Brittany wreaks havoc everywhere she goes. She is a truly comedic heroine, though Ms. Moore deftly alerts the reader to how easily things could turn tragic if these characters don’t find love very soon.

Mitchell treats Brittany terribly, though she’s no picnic herself. However, she shows real resiliency and even keeps writing while in her 17th century imprisonment. One of the most beautiful lines of the book is, “A writer could write without paper, without ink, without hope.”

Time is working against them as Brittany can’t control her travels between centuries, but love might just bring them together in the end.

Click here to buy The Writer and the Rake on Amazon.

Here’s an excerpt from one of my favourite scenes:

She hesitated. If Mitchell Killgower walked in now it would solve this. She hadn’t really come in here to ruin Fleming though. She’d come in to find that portal and failed miserably too, meaning she’d now have to come back here. Unless . . .

“Actually Fleming, I could do with your help and not just out of this bath either.”

“My help?” His flush deepened. “No-one’s ever wanted my help.”

She grasped his hand. “Well, there’s a first time for everything. Even for me being nice like this. So here it is. I’m not really from here. And that’s what I need your help with. To get home to where I come from.”

“Leave here you mean?”

“In one, Fleming. In one.”

It was risky taking him into her confidence like this, but she’d be long gone by the time they incarcerated her in a lunatic asylum, paraded her as a witch. Relief pumped into her veins, revitalized her heartbeat. It took every ounce of restraint not to dance about the room.

“But Aunt Christian and Uncle Clarence think you’re . . . Well, Father will be furious if you disappear. I’m not going to willingly help you with that.”

He let go of her hand as if he wasn’t going to help her out the bath either.

“But you just said to me to scream blue murder and I didn’t. As for making him furious? I hope you think me being here like this was my idea?”

“Nothing would surprise me.”

“Look, help me out of the bath will you?”

“Not when I’ve already withstood everything Father has tried to make me do. The drink, the visits to the Swan, you—”

“Fine.” She grasped the copper rim of the tub. “I’ll get myself out then. I wouldn’t like to die of pneumonia.”

“The Hellfire Club.”



His voice rose. Did he see how far her jaw had dropped open?

“That’s how low he’s stooped, Miss Carter.”

“So you’re saying he took you there? How old are you?”

“I don’t see what where he took me—”

“So he didn’t?”

“Obviously he didn’t, but what’s it to you?”

Mustering her calm she tweaked a damp strand of hair behind her ear. She’d heard of the Hellfire Club. She wrote historical romance. Why wasn’t she surprised Mitchell Killgower went there? In the name of research she wouldn’t mind going herself. She hoped that wasn’t why she said,

“I can’t be wife to a man who goes to such places. My God, it’s imperative you help get me out of here. Just think when I go how it will clear the way for you. You can go to your aunt Christian and tell her—very well, not that you lied, but that she was right about your father. I just couldn’t live with him.” Although he was staring in the opposite direction from her and his brow was knitted, she fixed on her best look of honeyed desperation. Surely enough to seal this deal? “All I need is your help for five minutes.”

He frowned harder. “What have you done to my bed?”

“Oh that? Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Look at it.”

The bone-jarring thud as he strode towards it, said that was an understatement. Realization slapped her that she needed to make her move now, not stand with the hem of her dressing gown in a soapy bath, equally bone-jarring chills spreading up her legs, her teeth chattering, stomach churning. Where was the portal? In the wardrobe? Because that same realization drove her over the rim and across the floor, leaving wet footprints behind her.

She pulled the door open. The smell of mothballs was so overpowering, she could barely stick her head inside, but stick it in she did, despite being jabbed with an empty coat hanger dancing above her head. No joy. How could there be no joy?

“You’ve broken it. My bed.” Fleming’s voice was a thread of sound. Anyone would think she’d broken his heart, his arm, his neck. Was he really so frightened of his father?

“Yes, I know.” She strode towards him. The portal wasn’t just above the bed. It was high above it. “It’s because I was jumping on it.”


“Yes. Like this. Watch and learn.”


When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life.

Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. What didn’t she work at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author?‎‎

If you enjoyed this review and excerpt, check out The Writer and the Rake on Amazon.


49 thoughts on “The Writer and the Rake by Shehanne Moore

      1. Shall I lend you the club I was hitting myself with yesterday? LOL Shey 🙂 We are where we’re supposed to be, and all is in it’s proper order. Sometimes I forget to acknowledge the Universe and realize that if IT is unfolding in perfect order, then so are we. Hugs, darlin’ 💛

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  1. Great review of Shehanne´s book…. she is a great writer, for sure…. and, certainly, a prolific one… I have had the chance to approach her books through her posts and excerpts. She seems to master the art of psychology when it comes to characters!.
    Love your review, Carolee. Sending much love & best wishes! ⭐

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    1. Aw, my angel, this is a lovely comment. I absolutely love Carolee’s review and will probably give it to the dudes to chew up, so I can also talk about her and her writing. I frequently doubt that I mater anything, you are far too kind, I just like difficult, flawed people. I don’t know why, I just do xxxxxxxx

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  2. Aiiiii Carolee!! I loved reading your thoughts on this newest read from Shey 🙂 Brittany Carter sounds like quite the character ~ wow, and she thinks she’s in the afterlife when she first travels in time ohhhhh! I have the book but just haven’t had time to start reading it yet ~ cannot wait! Congrats Shehanne on the awesome review 🙂

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    1. Christy, my darling, you are another kind, kind person to me. I loved Carolee’s review. It wouldn’t load at first, we have such internet probs, and then all that loaded was the words, ‘this heroine is a vindictive, manipulative,’ and I thought ,’oh dear, oh dear,’ but then up came the next bit. I was so on the floor, cos I had free rein to take someone from now and send her back and believe me I went to town, so it was lovely to read this. Yeah she does think she’d been murdered by her ex. First of all she reckons it is a dream but then once she sees it’s not, that’s her next thought. Thank you for coming by xx

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      1. Wow, Shey, learning about her thinking about being murdered makes me shudder ~ Good think I know you bring comical moments to these books or I might not be able to sleep at night, haha 😉 Seriously though it’s a stellar review from Carolee and I’m so happy for you! xx

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        1. Ha ha….. Well, she of course, thinks how could anyone be so cruel…quite brushing aside the dreadful havoc she was wreaking on him just prior. That’s her first thought when she decides she’s dead. Her second is how can she get back and haunt him. Seriously leave no stone unturned that way. So don’t you be troubled when it didn’t exactly stop her in her tracks. xxxxxxx

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  3. Ms Carolee, I confess to shamelessly being in floods of tears Thank you so much and I am glad you like my awful heroine. I love every word of this. You are an angel and you’ve made my ady and how xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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      1. They are indeed, my special Carolee. The funniest bit was the page was taking a mo to load. (Our connection is not great here.) And I saw the bit about, ‘this heroine is’ and I thought. I have gone too far her with her but then I saw your wonderful words, ‘I love her,’ it was the first bit I read. I nearly fell of my chair. Thank you again you awesome lady xxxxxxx


              1. I cannot get the oat and nut filled vegi haggis anywhere in these parts at the moment. I rather miss them. I used to use the mix from the haggis and stuff red peppers with it. I’m am, by the way, still buying only Scottish fish these days.

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                    1. That Ms S is deplorable…a Labour man saying such a thing. I’ve been Labour all my life but am going LibDem this time for the sake of my EU identity…breaks my heart, but there one has it. Let’s hear it for he SNP.

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                  1. Wow, I had no idea veggie haggis existed! Gotta get my hands on some when I’m back in the UK. My boyfriend would love it. I think he would also look good in a kilt (he is part Scottish) though most men seem to dislike wearing them.

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                    1. We Scottish ladies aye get a laugh about these book covers that show these hunks in kilts. We wonder where they are and how come, given they don’t wear any thing up top, (forget the underneath bit) these cover dudes don’t die of cold. I had the most awful job to get my Mr into a kilt for our older girl’s wedding. It used to be in for a dig, men wearing kilts at weddings but it has made a huge come back and most men do. My older girl asked him specially, He had never worn one. It was moan, moan, bloody moan ‘I’m taking my suit to change into.’ Eventually I got him to pick a Jacobite shirt and kilt and he was happier with that and you know he looked fine. And yep, he left the suit at home.


                    2. That’s too funny, I think I remember your post about the wedding where you wrote about your powers of persuasion and getting him into a kilt. At least you let him keep his shirt on 😉


                  2. Yep. Would that I were making that up. I was brought up in a Socialist household, My dad served for years on the local council and he always said, ‘NEVER vote Tory.’ But this Labour lot care nothing for anything. Up here, led by this silly wee completely out of her depth twat (Alas called ) Dugdale, they side with the Tories in the Scottish parliament all the time and boy is their support dwindling. And they just don’t get it.


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