Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 Confession time: I have never read a Lorraine Heath book until Falling Into Bed With a Duke. Clearly this was a mistake on my part. 
 When I picked up this book, I wanted something that would pull me out of crappy day and the dead mouse smell that we couldn't pinpoint in the office. So I took this book to the coffee shop, grabbed a cup of English breakfast, and proceeded to get lost in the Victorian Era. Falling Into Bed With a Duke is good like that-it's a one-sitting book that draws you in because you're so in love with the hero and heroine. The only reason this book didn't get an A is because I was disappointed a bit by the end. 
 A lot of this book is verbal foreplay. Ashe and Minerva dance around each other, each suspecting the other knows, but both afraid to outright act on it. What resulted was Elyse pulling on her hair yelling, "JUST KISS ALREADY OMG YOU TWO." Lorraine Heath writes amazing sex where no actual sex occurs. The scenes where Ashe and Minerva are just talking in front of other people very politely are so laden with sexual tension that they could impregnate someone. 
 I really like the "hero/heroine in disguise" trope. I love the anguish of "but would he/she love me for the real me, not just the masked me" thing. I loved The Scarlet Pimpernel and when I was really little I watched the old Superman TV show with George Reeves and wanted Lois to fall in love with Clark for God's sake. Later on, when Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman came on, I was OBSESSED and too young to catch all the ways the creators shit the bed on that one. I mean, she's supposedly an amazing investigative reporter BUT A SINGLE PAIR OF FUCKING GLASSES MAKES HER INCAPABLE OF RECOGNIZING THAT THE DUDE SHE SEES EVERY SINGLE DAY IS SUPERMAN. Jesus, Lois. Get your shit together. 
 - Elyse