I like my historical romance to come with a solid bit of history, not just with romance, and Joanna Bourne delivers. The tense atmosphere in France/Paris in July 1794 is well-described, and I appreciate the way she sets the story in an accurate historical context without overloading it. Some scen...
This is the second book I've read by amazing author Joanna Bourne (after The Spymaster's Lady). I'll start with the one thing I found a bit discombobulating -- there are multiple and lengthy flashbacks. Very well-written though, and perhaps the only way to tell this deliciously complicated story....
Having thoroughly enjoyed The Spymaster's Lady, I moved on to this one almost immediately and was very glad I did. If possible, I think I liked The Black Hawk even better. I adored Adrian and Justine is a great heroine. The novel is multi-layered, moving as it does between past and present in...
Loved it!!!!!! Really liked reading a setting other than London at the height of the Season. Maggie was such a good female lead - she kept her head, was smart and quick with ideas, yet didn't pout when she recognized that Doyle had more experience in something and it would be prudent to bow to hi...
Very enjoyable! I really appreciated that there was just as much adventure as there was romance. The secondary characters were fully fleshed out and interesting in their own right. Only Victor and his scarred henchman were really two-dimensional, but I'm willing to forgive that because the res...
Another masterpiece by Joanna Bourne. If you like historical romance at all, read this. I think Joanna Bourne is something of a writer's writer, in that if you mention her name among romance authors, especially historical romance authors, you are likely to get a squee-fest. These books feature al...
She's braved battlefields, stolen dispatches, played roles from worldly to naive, lady to boy. But Annique Villiers, elusive spy Fox Cub, is thrown in prison with British spymaster Robert Grey, ordered to enter France and bring her back. Their uneasy alliance holds, but passion builds as they flee.
Cold panic drenched her. She started to hit out. The next instant, she knew. She knew the size and shape and the brusque sureness before she had a good look at him. It was the Captain. She’d never been gladder to see anybody. He put himself between her and all that mad rage. He stood between her ...
only to inform you of my new direction. I have kept my promise not to communicate with my sisters, so please be kind enough to send me news of them. Excerpt from the letter of Melissa Rivenwood to the Reverend Gregory Rivenwood, June 6, 1818 Dinner was something of an ordeal. Lady Dorothy, far ...