A worthy sequel to the first book, a really fun and exciting read, with many tough decisions and challenges to face for Claire - including an entirely new one such as love. The only complaint I have is that the first book, especially at the beginning, had a more intimate quality to it that made C...
This was a fun read but I can’t say I enjoyed it as much as Her Own Devices, the previous instalment in the series. Actually this is probably my least favourite in the series. Claire is off to the Americas in pursuit of Lord James and I can’t say I enjoyed the Wild West/airship/pirates setting ve...
After the shocking ending of book #3, I wasn't sure how the author was going to carry this one forward but she kept the suspense going and adding more twists to the plot besides. I don't rate many books as 5 stars but this one kept me up all night reading! I am so hooked on this series, have gon...
I haven't read this book in years. Which makes sense, I guess since it was around that time that I realized that Chick lit just isn't my genre. Even back then, I didn't like it. In this book, we have characters that are shallow, cliches and/or stereotypes; annoying and constant preachiness; a Mar...
Hayes’s BMW, just as he pulled up to the doors of the emergency room at the Stanford Medical Center. My head hurt like it’d never hurt before. Lucas—both of him—sort of swooped by in a lazy, sickening circle, holding the doors for us as Dr. Hayes carried me in, and then the black swarmed over my ...
If this was how the crushing burden of no oxygen felt after only a few moments, how must those poor devils in the diving bells feel? How could you bear it—the cramped space, never being dry, the knowledge that your air came at the whim of your captors, with fathoms of water between yourself and f...
An exterior shot of the main Spencer building appeared on the sixty-inch flat-screen TV in the Loyolas’ dining room. “Guys!” I waved the noise levels down so that everyone could hear. “This is it.” “New developments in the story of the Spencer Academy bomber have made this shocking case even more...
She closed the top drawer of the bureau, and turned to me without hesitation. “This is your house, so I don’t know what use I can be. What do you need?” “I just talked to Mummy. She had your parents in to dinner this evening, and she and your mum seem to have hit it off. I...
Claire sidled off at Victoria Station, ticketless but unaccosted, and took a shortcut through Eaton Square to the back gate of St. Cecelia’s. The administration fondly thought that their property was secure, but the students knew better. Claire found the foot- and handhold...
Chapter 6 I’D BEEN MEAN to the prince. We’d been friends once. We weren’t now. So throw me in the dungeon. I was still in a mood on Wednesday as I left core class (U.S. History, which is the catch-all where they put me because I’d designed my own curriculum) and headed to ...
She texted me that she was out at the playing field, so I jogged over there to find her in the bleachers, watching the boys’ soccer practice. I filled her in on the revised plan for the Cotillion. “Good thing we haven’t sent the tickets to the printer yet,” she said, writing notes on her ever-pre...
Gently, he lifted it and laid it across her shoulders, where subsequently she felt a tiny tug as he released one of the fastenings that held the lightning rifle in place. A moment later there was another tug as he slid the switch forward and the rifle began to hum. She did her best to play the he...
The words were like a death knell in Lizzie’s mind—the sound you heard just before your professor of physics announced your failure of his class. She sat, disconsolate, at the workbench in the lycee’s physics laboratory, supposedly working on her project, but in reality merely pushing gears and s...