The précis of the book was promising enough for me to try it, and the price was right. I ignored several reviews that in hindsight were spot on. The potential was there, but voice, or in this case voices, were just a cluttered mess. Multiple POV's that changed by the paragraph depending on who ev...
Even on paper. Fiona didn’t acquiesce but neither did she protest when his lips met hers. It was like ascending to heaven but Harry was no angel. He was the devil, tormenting her senses as his lips played over hers. Brushing. Coaxing. Urging her to play along. &n...
Hero was a vision of summer splendor this morning. Her wide hooped skirts belled around her as she walked, almost giving the impression that she was floating toward him. The gown she had chosen was a practical choice, given the unexpected heat of the summer’s day, yet the pale blue muslin skirt...
John’s Wood London, England “David, open up!” Kate pounded on the door of David’s house on Clifton Hill. Her fist thudded dully against the solid oak of the door but Kate carried on, ignoring the pain. David was in there; there were lights showing on the upper floor. He has to be there, she ...
Claire rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the first time Hugh had asked, but there didn’t seem to be anything she had said or done in the past few hours that could turn the bear he had become back into a rational human being. “Music, Hugh, its called music.” “I’ve heard music be...