Lady Emily and Collin are back in London for the Season. Colin is called to investigate a grisly MURDER. Society is thrill and afraid that Front door will be painted RED at night indicating someone has a season that will ruin them. Lady Emily has begin to work for women's rights. The subplots are...
I enjoyed this historical mystery by Tasha Alexander. I didn't particularly like Lady Emily at first, but grew to like her throughout the story. I also enjoyed her banter with her mother over roles in society. The aspect of the story I liked most though was the alternation between life upstair...
I really enjoyed this one. After finishing the first one, I suspected I'd really enjoy this one (more than I enjoyed the first one). Really pleased to have been proven right.(view spoiler)[To start, I really like how this book dealt with the changing friendship between Ivy and Emily, and the co...
The reign of Queen Elizabeth I was a time of war, passion, and spectacular achievement. Elizabeth: The Golden Age finds Elizabeth facing bloodlust for her throne and familial betrayal. Growing keenly aware of the changing religious and political tides of late sixteenth-century Europe, Elizabeth f...
"Don't fall in love with your dead husband, Kallista. It can bring you no joy."There are few emotions more painful than regret, more specifically, the regret of finally realizing that you love someone, only after they've left---or after they've died. How horrible must it be to realize that you ca...
Nevertheless, as time marched ruthlessly on, she lost hope she would ever see her love again. She accepted this, content with his words and his promise that he would never marry so long as she could not be his. Was it wrong of her, then, to wish God would take her husband ...
For once, I have an interesting tidbit for you: I’ve learned that the gun used to kill Lord Fortescue has been misplaced. It somehow never made it from Yorkshire to London. Suspicious? Of course it is! Disappearing murder weapons are always significant. How was your intrepid friend able to persua...
Before he’d left, I’d told Colin what I planned to do—I wasn’t about to hide anything from him—and now I made my way quietly though the house, stopping twice when I thought I heard footsteps, then starting again towards the door, opening it silently, and breathing a sigh of relief when I felt the...
Not even when she was a small girl, and her nurse had taken her through the narrow streets of Paris, before Baron Haussmann had torn them up to make way for his grand boulevards, to the private gardens outside the Tuileries Palace, where the emperor invited selected children to play with his son,...
He could no longer sleep. Every sound in the camp, every voice in the distance startled him. Reiner commented he was not looking well and worried his friend would fall ill, but Philip assured him it was nothing a little rest would not cure, and he asked Humann to allow him some leave to recuperat...
They looked merry, if a bit exhausted, as they climbed down from the carriages. Amity beamed at Colin, who offered a gloved hand to assist her as she alighted and led everyone to the terrace for a spot of refreshment. Colin looked up to find me, waving and calling for me to join them. I nodded in...
I was worried about Cordelia Dalton and had made a point of calling on her every few days since her fiancé’s death. The Daltons’ house was quiet and dark when I arrived—too many closed velvet curtains—and a servant set off to fetch Cordelia from her bedroom. The poor girl was like a prisoner. Whe...
Dickens solidified and immortalized the image of a perfect family Christmas—much of which the English had adopted from the Germans via Prince Albert—and set them against the backdrop of his famous ghost story. Christmas and ghosts have a long association, and one that may have its roots in Britai...
Colin swung me onto our patio when we’d reached the yal?, then swept me into his arms and carried me into the house. But no sooner had he pushed open the door than we were greeted by the sound of a voice, its American accent unmistakable. “It’s beastly, I know, to have thr...
Her muscles were tense, her right hip felt bruised—no doubt a side effect from sleeping on a stone slab—and her head pounded. She fumbled for her matches, lit two candles, and cringed when she saw the nearly empty bottle of wine on the floor. That it so repulsed her confirmed her suspicion that s...