Marjorie’s Fancy Dress Ball

A Cartographer Tremayne Story

Marjorie's Fancy Dress Ball

Alan Tremayne would rather be anywhere than the Prince of Wales’ fancy dress ball, where every aristocrat seems determined to marry him off. Then a captivating goddess catches his eye. Behind her mask, Marjorie Davis—his mother’s barrister and nearly twice his age—knows exactly whom she's flirting with, and exactly how much she risks. But tonight, Artemis has no intention of remaining a virgin goddess.

Excerpt:

No one looked up when the usher said, “Miss Marjorie Davis, esquire,” except Alan. And he thought she looked like a goddess. In fact, he believed she was dressed as Artemis from Greek mythology. Then noticed disapproving glances of several of the elderly ladies, over their ostrich of peacock feathered folding fans. Apparently, uncovered shoulders were not in style. Alan had a crush on his mother’s barrister for as long as he could remember. Marjorie had a slender but defined figure. Her arms, legs, neck and hands were elegant, her breasts petite and her bum was delightfully round and noticeable.

Reviews:Liam Ashofrd on Goodreads wrote:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Everyone at the Prince of Wales’s ball seems to be trying to match Alan with somebody, and he’s just looking for a kindred soul. Then Marjorie arrives as Artemis, and suddenly Callimachus is doing a lot more work than the dance card. I can barely remember my own name at a fancy party, but sure, Tremayne—go ahead and impress the goddess. The gold-threaded palace, the masks, all that old-world fuss—it’s great fun, and Marjorie is absolutely not wasting her chance. Then the balcony arrives and the evening gets considerably less proper. Very J. Tiffany Noore: historical glamour, a smart little myth reference, and a cheeky romantic payoff. I had a good time with this one.

Lily Chen on Goodreads wrote:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ J. Tiffany Noore’s Marjorie’s Fancy Dress Ball offers a beautifully nuanced exploration of forbidden attraction within the sumptuous backdrop of 1920s London society. What particularly impressed me was the skillful examination of societal expectations versus personal desire, as Marjorie navigates her complex feelings for someone society deems inappropriate for her. The atmospheric worldbuilding transports readers directly into the opulence of a royal masquerade, with Noore’s meticulous attention to period details like the “heavy gold threaded curtains reminiscent of the Victorian age” creating a vivid sensory experience.


These characters appear in Cartographer Tremayne's Harem Adventures.