I've read Her Sudden Groom by this author, which was good but I wasn't compelled the read more. I happened upon this one during a free ebook and was glad I did. I enjoyed this one more. I don't feel that the author sticks completely to what would be appropriate during the regency era, but I still...
This story started out slow for me because it sounded like so many other books I've read before so I wasn't that into it. As I kept reading I found out that I was wrong and it was different. I enjoyed all the characters and personalities. All the inside jokes and stories made me feel part of the ...
I'm so sorry for those who like this but I'm going to say my peace.I'm torn between love and hatred. Here's why:I like Madison because she participates in helping the poor and by poor it is teaching those "illiterate bastards" (from her own words) I hate Madison because of all the obvious reason ...
One of the things I like about in this book is the fact that our hero is so flawed. He isn't the perfect type like the ones we usually read in romance novels. And despite his flaws, the author managed to make him lovable and endearing to me. Typically, I want super gorgeous and almost perfect her...
this was supposed to be a historical romance? a historical western romance? could have fooled me. A sewing pattern available for purchase at an out of the way military fort in 1845? a quick Wikipedia search tells you that sewing patterns weren't commercially available until 1863 at the earliest. ...
What I liked: The hero is not a rake. In fact, he's only been with his first wife (deceased) and his second wife, whom he married to be 'motherness' (mother + governess) to his 3 daughters.What I disliked: The hero going on about how much he loved Abigail (first wife). Even though he admits at th...
It pains me to give a book so low a rating, but this particular book was so annoying that I managed to finish it just by force of will... The whole story was based on a string of ridiculous misunderstandings that made me feel the main characters were just marionettes into the hands of the author,...
Unfortunately, Juliet had other plans. “Why don’t the two of you go visit Mama and Papa?” Juliet suggested at breakfast the next morning. The last thing she wanted to do was to go visit her parents with Simon in tow. “I don’t think that would be pro...
Ever since Miss Cavanaugh descended her carriage, he was drawn to her. He ran his hands through his hair, then scrubbed his fingers over his face. No. Love was a dangerous game. A game he'd once gambled at and had lost everything. He'd vowed never to do that again and yet, here he was following t...
For that neglect, I do hope my brother will forgive me beyond the grave. I will, however, rectify my neglect immediately as I am certain you do not wish for your girls to follow in your impetuous and scandalous footsteps. Fortunately for them, scandal is not in the blood...
There was no reason not to join Edward for breakfast. He might have only invited her to join him during his daytime activities to assuage his guilt for lying to her in the past, but surely he hadn't shared breakfast with her for the same reason. “Good morning, Edward,” she...
Slowly she sat up, then frowned. Where was Elijah? Gripping one of the bed posts, Amelia stood and walked to the bedchamber door. She'd left it slightly ajar so she could hear him when he came in, but she'd still wanted to block out the sunshine that now flooded the living room because of Mr. Hen...
he asked, his face heating in embarrassment at such a stupid question. Of course, he'd hurt her. The tears coursing down her cheeks weren't put there by feelings of joy, of that, he was quite certain; but why? Though not something he'd like to admit to anyone, he'd once witnessed a couple engaged...
“Do you need help with your coat?” “I think I’ll leave it on,” Gray said, his jaw tight. “You need to take it off so I can see your wounds,” Michaela argued. Gray let out a strangled groan. “You don’t need to fuss over me.” &...
If it were possible to pray these things into existence, Isabelle would get on her knees this second and begin pleading with God for such a phenomenon to occur this very minute. Instead, she ran down the side of the street, swiping at the tears that were spilling from her eyes. ...