When I saw that this story was a novella I was expecting it to be rushed as novella's inevitably are. But I was looking forward to it nonetheless for a quick, fun read with a heroine with a great name ;) And I was not disappointed. For a novella there was a considerable amount of character develo...
I have mixed feelings about this book. As a Jane Austen fan, I liked the storyline which kept my attention, but I couldn't help but feel that there was just too many recycled plots and storylines that had been taken out of Ms. Austen's novels and dropped into the story. I lost count of them since...
This book was a quick and easy read. I always love a good Regency romance ;) The "mystery" part of the story was pretty weak. It gave you about 5 seconds of guessing the bad guy before the perspective switched to that character and he basically said "Hey, I'm the bad guy". And then nothing really...
This was a sweet regency romance. Freddie, orphaned and desperate to avoid an arranged marriage, pleas with her guardian to visit him. Lord Stacks, thinking Freddie is a boy, agrees. After an illness keeps her at his home longer than he planned, Lord Stacks and Freddie begin enjoying each other's...
He Married For Money, Not For Love. Fortunately, His Wife Did Quite The Opposite... Young and spirited Glee Pembroke had always been secretly in love with her brother's best friend, Gregory Blankenship. So when she learned that this dedicated bachelor must marry by his twenty-fifth birthday or l...
Was Beauty To Be Her Burden? The unexpected and overwhelming proposal of marriage by Richard Moncrief, the Duke of Radcliff, was a dream come true to dowryless Bonny Barbara Allan --- and her worst nightmare. For her reticent husband spoke endlessly of her beauty, yet never of his love. And her ...
A pity she couldn't rid her mind of how happy Morgie and Lydia had been in that very room on their wedding day less than a year earlier. Elizabeth had never dreamed she would ever marry without being madly in love. In some ways that made her no better than Kate. But Kate's hand had not been rathe...
Andrews was lovely with the early morning sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows and the creaking pews filling with freshly scrubbed villagers dressed in their finest. Aynsley had told her the church was three hundred years old. She could well believe it. Generations of the Compton ...
"Yes?" "It's Finchley, er, John." "You may come in." He did not come in. He eased the door open and stood at the threshold, peering at her. "Will you be going to Trent Square today?" "I used to go every day, but now just twice a week. That's when I instruct at the pianoforte." She noticed that hi...
She was concerned that her leg was not healing as quickly as she had hoped. It had been a month now, and despite that she had not put her weight on the leg, she was never free from throbbing pain. In addition to the woes of her infirmity, now she was upset by her obtuse brother. His snub of her h...
She hurried back to her bedchamber and peered into the looking glass. How would a man of the world like Colonel Bond perceive the mousy Miss Huntington? She did look awfully pale. Unbeknownst to Mama, Charlotte had nicked one of Mama's old French rouge pots after Mama made it known she abhorred a...
She could not wait to tell Bryson the skimpy details of the overheard conversation between Jim and McNally. The agent might also be interested in last summer's boating mishap. As she drove around the Capitol after work, she noticed a blue car with two men in it behind her. The car still followed ...
"Just filling in 'till you got here, old fellow," he said to Blanks as he handed Glee over. Blanks ignored his friend and addressed Glee. "You are to dance with no one but me, madam," he said with barely controlled anger, his speech altered by the drink Glee smelled on his lips. Glee and Appleton...
Blankenship left her at Glee's settee. "Jonathan is exceptionally vexed with Appleton." Glee lowered her voice. "I most cleverly arranged that we would drive past your house this morning whilst I knew Appleton would be there." Miss Arbuckle's eyes rounded. "You asked Mr. Appleton to visit me, did...
She really must put pen to paper to turn out another essay. In the past her essays were the result of strong feelings she wanted to express about the rights of man -- and of women. Now, though, she sought to write merely for the money. She felt guilty writing for the wrong reasons, writing solely...
Since she had not eaten since the morning’s toast, the food was most welcome. But even more welcome was the vision of Mr. Birmingham seated at the head of the table impeccably dressed in black with crisp white shirt and cravat. Though his manner was courteous, there was a seriousness about him th...