Updated: Jan 23
by Jennifer L Armentrout
Published by Avon Books
Book 3 in the de Vincent Trilogy
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.
RATED: 18+ CATEGORY: MOOD:
Steamy Romance Mysterious
Moonlight Scandals by Jennifer Armentrout is the final book in the de Vincent series, a series about the three de Vincent brothers finding love despite the darkness and secrets they carry about their family and pasts. This final book features the oldest de Vincent brother, Devlan de Vincent, heir to the de Vincent business, and Rosalynn (Rosie) Herpin, Nikki's best friend from university, and a widower. Opposites attract in this story, and as their attraction grows, their lives get more confusing and dangerous.
First of all, I called it! I knew who the big bad was since the last book, and I also knew who Dev was going to be matched up with. And I loved it! The book gets points for originality, and I was quickly drawn into the story, and had trouble putting it down. I knew there had to be more to Dev's story since the first book (as there was no way we were going to root for a cold and douchy Dev), and he quickly became my favorite of the brothers. Rosie and Dev together though ... total passion. Whether they were trying not to kill each other, or couldn't keep their hands to themselves, their chemistry was HOT. At the conclusion of the series, we don't get a definitive answer as to whether or not the haunting and the curse is real. Usually this would bother me, but I actually appreciate it in this case. It's left to the reader. My take on it, the ghosts were real. The curse wasn't. If you have a different theory, let me know in the comments!
Dev is kind of swoon-worthy if you like a bad boy. I mean, can they be bad things if you actually agree with it? Perhaps an argument for later. Seriously though, I was not expecting Dev to be my favorite of the brothers. While he has done questionable things, he is a good man. All he wanted to do was protect his brothers, so they could have normal lives. All he wanted was to put a stop to what his father was doing before his death. Because of this, I don't think Dev ever really got the chance to actually live his life. It was consumed by his father's misdeeds. Until Rosie. And boy do I love Rosie. Older than our last two female leads at the age of 33, she is intelligent (she has three degrees, English-Education, Business, and Psychology), has just past the tenth anniversary of the day her husband died by suicide, and works at her parents successful bakery. She is also a lover of all things supernatural, and is a ghost hunter. So the cackle I let off in my head when my prediction was confirmed that Rosie was being matched up with Dev was pretty epic. Especially when their first conversation with one another is arguing about beaded curtains, and what wood is real wood. Their chemistry together I swear was instantaneous and passionate, which made for a very good romance.
I think Moonlight Scandal was the perfect conclusion to to the de Vincent series. It's thrilling, entertaining, and sexy as hell (come on ... that part with the mirror? Wow.) If you like mystery romance, I think you will really enjoy the de Vincent series!
The beaded curtains argument
Rosie giving Dev the finger slyly at the masquerade ball.
THE. MIRROR. SCENE.
Dev finding Rosie at her family bakery
The ghost investigation
Everything coming to a boiling point
Dev telling Rosie he loves her
Rosie letting go.
The beaded curtain.
Where to Buy
Rosie: "You really have a problem with beaded curtains, don't you?"
Dev: "They're beaded curtains. Are they even made out of real wood?"
Sighing, she arched a brow
Rosie: "Yes. They're made of particleboard and yes, I bought them down at the local Walmart."
Dev: "Particleboard is not real wood."
Rosie: Isn't it made with wood chips, and the last time I checked, wood chips are wood."
Dev: "It's also made with sawdust and synthetic resin."
Dev: "It's not real wood."
Rosie: "Yeah, whatever."
Dev: "You cannot 'whatever' away the fact that particleboard isn't real wood."
Rosie let out a soft laugh.
Rosie: "I cannot believe you're still talking about particleboard."
Dev: "And I cannot believe you think particleboard is real wood."
Another giggle squeaked out of her as she spun around and walked over to her couch.
Rosie: "You're still talking about particleboard."
Dev: "I am not."
Rosie: "Yeah. you are. And those beaded curtains are freaking ah-mazing, particleboard or not. So, don't talk smack about my super-cool beaded curtains."
Dev: "They're beaded curtains."
Rosie: "Were you harmed by beaded curtains as a child? Did they not want to be friends with you or something?"
He gaze sharpened
Dev: "Besides the fact that beaded curtains are inanimate objects incapable of harming a person or being friends with one, a door would suffice, would it not?"
Smirking, she took a sip of her coffee
Rosie: "Suffice? Fancy."
His nostrils flared.
Rosie: "Look, I'm not the one who seems to be personally offended by beaded curtains, so excuse me for asking a genuine question. I mean, have you been smacked by a beaded curtain? Those things can sting."
Dev: "I'm sure your question was genuine."
Dev: "How often are you smacked by beaded curtains?"
Rosie: "More often than I care to admit."
Dev: "It looks like a twelve-year-old obsessed with The X-Files and B grade horror movies decorated your apartment."
Rosie: "Okay, I draw the line with you insulting Scully and Mulder. Seriously."
Rosie: "Man, you are something else."
Dev: "That I am."
Rosie: "That wasn't a compliment."
Dev: "You sure about that?"
Rosie: "Uh, yeah. I am."
Rosie: "I think you are the most uptight person I know."
Dev: "You know nothing about me."
Rosie: "I know enough to know you need a hobby or pastime. Maybe a different workout regimen to de-stress or you need to get laid. Something to loosen you up a bit."
His lips parted as he stared down at her. He looked affronted. Like if he had pearls, he's be clutching them.
Dev: "Did you seriously just tell me I needed to get laid?"
Rosie rolled her eyes
Rosie: "Did you seriously just prove what I said?"
A moment passed
Dev: "Are you volunteering?"
Dev: "There's something else you need to know."
He tugged on her arm, and before Rosie could react, her chest was suddenly flush again his. The contact was jarring, sending a riot of sensations through her.
Dev: "I don't make threats. I make promises."
She drew in a deep breath and immediately regretted it, because it pushed her chest against his even more, and ... God, her stomach was dropping and twisting in ways that were not unpleasant. She felt her nipples harden, and started praying that he couldn't feel them through the incredibly thin and worn shirt she wore and the lacy, nearly nonexistent bralette she'd slept in.
She didn't back down though.
Rosie: "I don't think you know how to use words correctly, because that, yet again, sounded an awful lot like a threat."
Dev: "Does it? If it was a threat, it doesn't seem to be working."
Rosie: "Why is that?"
Devlin shifted just the slightest, and the next breath Rosie took lodged in her throat. She felt him against her stomach, thick and hard, and unless he had something weird in the front of his pants, he was totally turned on.
So was she.
And they were both apparently freaks, because she'd just tried to shove him and he had just threatened her, but here they were, utterly aroused, and there was a really good chance she needed to find a therapist stat.
Dev: "I think it's doing something entirely different."
It was. For a multitude of wrong reasons, it was, and Rosie bit down on her lower lip as her hips shifted of their own accord.
Dev: "Are we going to pretend like you don't feel me?"
Dev: "How's that working out for you?"
Rosie: "Just great."
Rosie: "All the gossip magazines have it wrong. They call you the Devil, but they should call you the Dickhead."
And with that, she slammed the door shut in Devlin de Vincent's face.
Stefan; "You know what your fatal flaw is?"
Dev: "I don't have many, but do enlighten me."
Dev: "I'd chosen to be with her. Wasn't like it was against my will."
Lucian: "Yeah, you did, and yeah, I've heard you had your reasons - ones that I'll never fucking understand - but at the end of the day, she's not going to be your wife, so hallelujah, my brother, that is reason to celebrate. Now you can find someone who isn't a grade A bitch."
Dev: "I'm not currently in the market to find someone."
Lucian: "And isn't that when you usually do."
Gabe: "Lucian is cooking dinner. Or attempting to."
Lucian: "Hey. I know what I'm doing."
Lucian reached across the island and tugged on the end of Julia's ponytail.
Lucian: "Don't I?"
Julia: "I'm hoping you do, because we're starving."
Lucian: "You don't have faith in my culinary skills? What about you, Nikki?"
Nikki: "Strangely I'm relieved I can only eat liquids right now."
Dev smirked as Gabe laughed under his breath.
Lucian: "That's rude."
Gabe: "Why don't you join us? I can't promise that this Instant Pot thing is going to work -"
Lucian: "It's going to work. It's really not that complicated. You put the beef in the pot and you push a few buttons."
Dev: "What's an Instant Pot?"
Lucian: "It cooks food. Instantly."
Something didn't sound right about that.
Nikki: "It's kind of like a crock-Pot, but it's more of a pressure cooker. Supposedly you can roast beef in about thirty minutes."
That really did not sound right.
Lucian: "I bought it today. At a store."
Dev: "Really? All by yourself?"
Julia: "I was with him."
Lucian: "That is true."
Gabe: "Have dinner with us. It would only be fair if all of us were poisoned at once."
Rosie: "Would you like me to move my car?"
Dev: "That would've been nice of you to suggest when I first mentioned your car was in my spot."
Gabe: "You don't have to move your car. Dev is fine."
Devlin's gaze still held hers and there was a challenge in that stare.
Rosie: "You know what? I'll move my car."
Rosie: "No, it's okay. I'm more than happy to move my car out of the way for him. After all, I wouldn't want him to get stressed-out over it."
Dev: "I'm not stressed out over it."
A slight frown pulled at his lips as he turned, watching her walk to her purse.
Rosie: "Oh, I don't know about that. You seem like you're one more occupied parking space away from having a cardiac issue and I would not want to be the cause of that."
Rosie: "I can't picture you eating pralines."
Dev: "You can't?"
Rosie: "Yeah, I pictured you eating raw vegetables, lots of fat-trimmed steak, and beets."
Rosie: "Isn't that what people eat when they're in a permanent state of constipation?"
Rosie: "Okay, I won't call you Dev, Dev."
Dev: "You just did."
Rosie: "How about I just call you Dickhead, then?"
His thumb curled under her chin and his touch was oddly gentle in comparison to the hard line of his jaw. Then he dipped his head, bringing his mouth within an inch of hers.
Dev: "Being shushed was a first for me and it will be the last. But most importantly? The insinuation you made on the phone about most things not lasting long with me? I can assure you, that is not the case."
His finger slid over her lips, eliciting a gasp from her.
Dev: "That takes longer than I'm better you can last and you'd be begging me to stop while pleading with me to keep going the whole time. I can assure you, no one would fuck you longer or harder."
Mom: "I like it down, though. Makes you look sexy."
She wrinkled her nose at her mom.
Rosie: "I could die a happy woman if you never refer to me as sexy again, Mom."
Rosie: "It's not like I don't date."
Mom: "Using Tinder is not dating."
Rosie: "Mom. Like you know what Tinder is."
Mom: "Oh I totally know what it is, and quite honestly, I'm jealous there was nothing like that back when I was single. Love your father with all my heart, but it would've been nice to have this eat little dating app on my phone."
Rosie: "You'd be swiping right nonstop."
Rosie was simply breathtaking.
Not that he hadn't noticed that about her before, even when she wore loose clothing and had her hair pulled back. From the moment he'd seen her in her apartment, he'd thought she was beautiful, but he recognized now how utterly stunning she was. And he'd know a lot of beautiful women, those born that way and those that achieved it through a gifted surgeons hands. None of them could hold a candle to Rosie, because she was a fire.
Dev: "Are you always this argumentative?"
Rosie: "Are you always such a douche canoe? Oh wait. Don't answer that. I already know. You are."
Dev: "Douche canoe? I haven't heard that word since I was ... thirteen."
Dev: "So who still says that?"
Rosie: "Me. I'm bringing it back in style."
Dev: "Thought I was a dickhead."
Rosie: "You're both. A dickhead and a douche canoe."