I had to keep reminding myself that the story was taking place in 1849 or so. The language and dialog seemed very contemporary. This couple lives in a fishing village in Pacific Northwest. The husband collects Indian artifacts and sell them to a museum. The wife also becomes very good at identifi...
Actually, this was almost 4 stars. It was a good story, but predictable. I found the writing technically well done, but it did drag on at times. A good read, but not one of my favorites. I also had a hard time getting over some of the scientific inaccuracies - how could a supposed mummy be so int...
I don't usually read historical novels, but The Spiritualist was so wonderfully written it was a book to be savored. As a newcomer to New York society in the late 1800s Evie has few friends and a lonely marriage. The unexpected murder of her husband all but displaces Evie from her own life when s...
I picked this book up randomly at the library without really choosing it off anything but the cover. I am a fan of historical fiction and Victorian Era romance/fiction, so it seemed like something I would enjoy. It was intriguing, although it wasn't what I wanted it to be. I had a hard time findi...
Too sleepy for a full review, but here's the short version:Flat plot (i.e., no highs or lows) + flat characters + repetitive Puritan emoz + confusing Puritan politics = 3 stars. However, the writing itself was good & the setting was vividly described with strong details woven throughout. It fee...
In this wholly absorbing historical novel, Mrs. Lucy Carelton, who comes from one of the wealthiest and most prominent families in 1880s New York City, has been completely undone by her nerves. Her ambitious husband, a nouveau riche stockbroker, drags her from one doctor to another in search of a...
It is summer in New Orleans, and Jackson Waters has just stepped from the gates of Parish Prison after five years. No one waits to greet him. He's been disowned by his family and imprisoned for a crime he may -- or may not -- have committed. To the rescue comes Garland Lafon, a wealthy Creole ban...
This historical romance was first published in 1994.He was her worst enemy, her best friend, the childhood sweetheart--and lover--she couldn't escape. And now, after six long years, Belle Sault was back home in Ohio again, determined to claim her daughter and leave. But Sarah was Rand's child too...
"I NEED A MAN ... ANY MAN." She had blood on her dress and trouble in her eyes when she walked into Cavey Davey's tavern and roused Dr. Cain D'Alessandro from his drunken stupor. The sight of Ana, "The Duchess" --- beautiful, icy, desperate --- almost sobered him. She looked like a whore and spo...
After tragedy strikes their farm, Eli and Lora Cameron work diligently to survive. It's not until Eli leaves to work in a faraway logging camp that Lora discovers how distant she and her husband have grown. With the encouragement of Eli's hired hand, Lora learns how to live and dream again.
The door to Michel’s bedroom was closed; as I passed, I stopped, trying the handle as quietly as I could. It was locked. Of course, it would be now that he knew what I’d found. I heard a sound from the library, a movement. I went down the hall, stepping between the open double doors and into the ...
He'd been morose and silent on the trip home, and once they returned to the studio he collapsed in a chair, ordering her to leave as if he couldn't stand the sight of her. She had not gone. She'd waited the few minutes until his eyes closed and she heard his steady breathing, and then she careful...
It seemed I felt everything too strongly as I came into the salon of the Alvisi and saw the Hannigans. Sophie Hannigan was laughing, revealing that slight overbite, and I felt the quick and brutal sting of desire. She had her hand on her brother’s shoulder, and I noted that same strange magic bet...
I knew he’d had petit mal seizures in the past, but I wanted the reassurance of my father’s familiar words. He too had found such seizures disconcerting. It was some comfort to know it, even if I could not stop thinking of the sudden cold and the strangeness that had accompanied Samuel’s trance. ...
The falling leaves twirled and dashed against the carriage in a multicolored shower, a tempest churned by the racing horses and spinning wheels. “I used to love the fall,” she murmured. The forest road was narrow—only room for one vehicle—and potholed, and the ride was bum...