Wednesday, November 8, 2017


The First Kiss Hypothesis

Author: Christina Mandelski
Publisher: Entangled: Crush
Genre: YA
Release Date: November 6th 2017


Nora Reid believes scientific laws control everything, even love. With her grandparents’epic first kiss story cemented in her brain, Nora develops a hypothesis she’s determined to prove:for each person in the world, there is exactly one other person, and at first kiss, they’ll experience an immediate and intense reaction.

But after four years of zero-reaction kisses, she comes up with a new theory: maybe that pesky crush on her stunningly hot best friend Eli Costas is skewing her results.

She needs to get rid of him, and fast.

Eli Costas is an injury-prone lacrosse star with a problem—the one chance he had at winning over the girl next door resulted in the most epically sucktastic first kiss ever. And now she’s...trying to get rid of him? Hell no. It’s time to disprove her theory and show her exactly what she’s missing.

Game. On.

Disclaimer: This book contains a stunningly hot lacrosse player who isn’t above playing dirty to win over the stubborn girl-next-door of his dreams.


The First Kiss Hypothesis is a perfect cute & fluffy. It has a interesting, sporty & sweet hero and a fun, intelligent, likable heroine.
This is the first novel I read by Madelski, I really enjoyed her writing style and her wit. While she doesn't dwell too much on issues, she does dig deep enough to give it some weight. It's not just fluff, there is a wee bit more to this.
The story line is swoony, sweet and fun. I mean the outcome is kinda clear. But the ride there is thoroughly enjoyable.
The past part however for me was the character building. I loved the dual POV. I like Nora. Though until about halfway or so, I couldn't relate to her stupid outlandish theory. But with time, I could see her fears, and not only got where she was coming from I related to her. My heart broke for her...
Eli? Well I simply adore him. He is just what I would want in a book boy friend (if we talking 17yr olds lol) Hot, a sporty, sweet, insightful (most of the time, when he isn't clueless like every male out there) passionate and funny. I loved his POV. Totally fangirling here. He had me from the get-go. And while there were moments, where I thought, why doesn't he bloody do something, I am a fan. I am swooning.
Now having done my fangirling act, let's take a quick look why this isn't a 5Star book for me:
I like that it is in some ways unique- but let's face it it's your classic cute & fluffy mostly. Very very enjoyable, but no-one is re-inventing the wheel here.
Though I did like the storyline, the last couple of chapters were just too convenient. We had this huge build up and then...Boom! Everything falls into place. Done. Well actually there is the epilogue which is why this is wasn't 3.5Stars. Because let's face it, it is awesome and a great finish.

A perfect read for an autumn afternoon, when you feel like something cute & fluffy. It will make you laugh, disappeared and yearn. I don't think I was ever so desperately waiting for a kiss, like ever.



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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Blog Tour: The Right Kind of Rogue by Valerie Bowman

The Right Kind of Rogue

Author: Valerie Bowman
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Series: Playful Brides #8
Pages: Mass Market Paperback, 305 pages
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: October 31st 2017


Can two star-crossed lovers come together―until death do they part?

Viscount Hart Highgate has decided to put his rakish ways behind him and finally get married. He may adore a good brandy or a high-speed carriage race, but he takes his duties as heir to the earldom seriously. Now all he has to do is find the right kind of woman to be his bride―ideally, one who’s also well-connected and well-funded. . .

Meg Timmons has loved Hart, the brother of her best friend, ever since she was an awkward, blushing schoolgirl. If only she had a large dowry―or anything to her name at all. Instead, she’s from a family that’s been locked in a bitter feud with Hart’s for years. And now she’s approaching her third London season, Meg’s chances with him are slim to none. Unless a surprise encounter on a deep, dark night could be enough to spark a rebellious romance. . .for all time?

About the Author:

VALERIE BOWMAN grew up in Illinois with six sisters (she’s number seven) and a huge supply of historical romance novels. After a cold and snowy stint earning a degree in English with a minor in history at Smith College, she moved to Florida the first chance she got. Valerie now lives in Jacksonville with her family including her mini-schnauzer, Huckleberry. When she’s not writing, she keeps busy reading, traveling, or vacillating between watching crazy reality TV and PBS. She is the author of the Secret Brides and Playful Brides series.


The Right Kind of Rogue had the right kind of mixture of playful and cute with a dash of exasperating which made this a fun read.
Being the 8th book in the Playful Brides series. Each book can stand on it's own, which I really like. There are several characters, who reappear however. I haven't read all of the books yet. I will most likely read them all at some point.
The main one in this book is Lucy Hunt, Duchess of Clarington (from Playful Brides #1). I do like her, though she is terribly meddlesome. And frankly while I find it funny and entertaining to read, in this issue I just wanted to tell her to back the hell off.

The storyline is kinda (okay pretty much) predictable, it the same as many historical romances with this type of heros. And I found myself exasperated with the MCs at times, especially Hart. But all in all I did enjoy it, not matter how cliche or exasperating.

The reason for this is the writing style. Bowman has it down to an art, to throw in just the right amount of annoyment, the right amount of chemistry, and ties it all up in her playful and effervescent writing style. It's fun to read. Thoroughly entertaining.

My only issue is that Hart was a bit spineless.. and I wanted to shake some action into him. He behaves like a spoilt child half of the book. I couldn't really see what Meg saw in him at first. I did change my mind about him and most of all I enjoyed their chemistry.
Meg is sweet and very likable. She has integrity and is very loyal. She made reading the book a pleasure.

I should mention that these books aren't historically very accurate. But for me this doesn't really matter. They are my historical cute & fluffy romp, well written and thoroughly entertaining.

Looking forward to the next installment, which will be about Grimaldi (woot woot)
Sadly it's due only in May 2018 - guess until then I can catch up with the rest of the books in the series...


Q&A with Valerie Bowman

1.Tell us about your newest release.

The Right Kind of a Rogue is a Regency retelling of Romeo and Juliet only with a matchmaking duchess, a destitute debutante, and a much happier ending.

2. How long have you been writing?

I began writing on June 3rd, 2007. I remember because I told myself that day that if I was going to try to write a book, I wouldn’t stop until I got published. I’m happy to report that I did it!

3. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?

Lisa Kleypas is an author who has been a huge influence on me. I love her books. As for friends, I love Anne Barton, Ashlyn Macnamara, Erin Knightley, and Sara Ramsay. We all started together and they’re the best.

4. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?

I also love traveling, reading, and watching crazy reality TV.

5. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?

I’m writing the next book in the Playful Brides series. There will be eleven total and I’m almost finished. It’s been such a fun series to write. Every book is based on a famous play.

6. How can readers connect with you online?

I’m online at . I’m also on Facebook at and on Twitter at @ValerieGBowman. I also have a Pinterest page with pictures of the Playful Brides characters.

7. Who was your childhood hero?

I have to admit, I always wanted to be one of Charlie’s Angels. Or Marie Osmond.

8. Out of all your work, who is your favourite character and why?

Lucy Hunt, who is featured prominently in The Right Kind of Rogue, is definitely one of my favorites to revisit time and again. Her book is the first of the Playful Brides series and she’s a fun character to write.

9. Where does your inspiration for your books come from?

All sorts of things. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an idea. Sometimes I think of it when I’m driving. I’m always trying to pay attention to good ideas.

10. What three tips would you pass on to an aspiring author?

Join a writing group like Romance Writers of America. Read craft books and/or attend writing workshops. Find other writers. No one understands like they do.

11. If you were hosting a dinner party what three people would you invite? (They can be real/fictional, from any era)

I’d invite Lorelei Gilmore, Jane Austen, and Oprah.

12. What is your all-time favourite naughty but nice food?

Chocolate cake

13. How would you describe your style of writing to someone that has never read your work?

Racy Regency Romps!

14. What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?

I’m writing a contemporary romantic comedy called Hiring Mr. Darcy. I plan to finish it by the end of the year.

15. Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?

It can be both. Sometimes it feels like I’m taking dictation from heaven. Sometimes it feels like I can’t write another word to save my life. It depends on the day and the story.

16. Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with this time?

Oh, I’d be over in England in a hot minute and I’d spend the entire year researching and enjoying the country. I love it there!

17. Can you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?

The Playful Brides book I’m writing now is going to have a hot Bow Street Runner and a lady who wants him to do her a favor and take her virginity.


“How in Hades’s name can you drink at this hour of the morning, Highgate?” 
Hart tossed back his brandy, swallowed, and laughed at his brother-in-law’s words. The two sat across from each other at Brooks’s gentlemen’s club. It was decidedly before noon. The only reason Hart was up at this hour was because he’d promised to meet Lord Christian Berkeley. His brother-in-law rarely asked for favors and Hart suspected this meeting was his sister Sarah’s doing, but he would humor the viscount just the same. 
“Berkeley, old chap, you don’t know the half of it.” Hart clapped the viscount on the back. “Helps with the devil of a head left over from last night, don’t ya know?” 
Berkeley lifted his teacup to his lips. “No. I don’t. But I’ll take your word for it.” 
That reply only made Hart laugh harder, which made his head hurt more. Hart liked his brother-in-law a great deal, but the man was decidedly humdrum when it came to amusements. Berkeley rarely drank, rarely smoked, and preferred to spend his time at his estate in the north of England or his hunting lodge in Scotland. Berkeley enjoyed quiet pursuits like reading or carving things out of wood much more than the amusements London had to offer. But Viscount Berkeley was a good man and one who clearly adored Hart’s sister, and that was what mattered. 
The viscount had gone so far as to dramatically interrupt Sarah’s wedding to a pompous marquess and claim her for himself, thereby not only proving his commitment to Sarah but also saving Hart from having the self-involved Marquess of Branford as a brother-in-law. Overall it had been quite a fortunate turn of events for everyone. Everyone except Hart and Sarah’s enraged, thwarted parents, that is. 
Berkeley tugged at his cravat. “How are your—ahem— parents getting on?” 
Hart cracked a smile. “Still angry, of course, even after all these months. You and Sarah made a good decision, staying up north for the winter. Gave Father and Mother time to calm down.” His father’s anger at having a scandal mar his family name and his daughter marry a mere viscount as opposed to a marquess who had the ear of the Prince Regent had barely abated over the winter, but no need to tell Berkeley as much. 
Berkeley leaned back in his chair and crossed one silk-stockinged ankle over an immaculately creased knee, his hands lightly clutching the arms of his chair. He shook his head. “They’re not calmed down, are they?” 
“A bit.” Hart stopped a footman and ordered another brandy. “Don’t worry. They’ll be civil when they see you. For Sarah’s sake.” 
“Well, that’s something. Are you seriously ordering another drink?” 
“Are you seriously surprised?” Hart scratched his rough cheek. He’d been running late and hadn’t bothered to ask his usually drunken valet to shave him this morning. For Christ’s sake, that man drank more than he did. Not exactly someone he wanted near his throat with a straight razor. “Besides I have quite a good reason to drink today.” 
“Really?” Berkeley tugged at his cuff. Ever since Sarah had taught him how to dress properly, the viscount was much more attentive to his clothing. He was downright dapper these days. “Why is that?” 
“I’m getting married.” Hart emitted a groan to accompany those incomprehensible words. 
Berkeley’s brows shot up. He set down his cup and placed a hand behind his ear. “Pardon? I must have heard you incorrectly. I thought you said married.” 
The footman returned with the drink and Hart snatched it from the man’s gloved hand and downed nearly half of it in a single gulp. “I did,” he muttered through clenched teeth, wincing. 
“You? Married?” Berkeley’s brow remained steadfastly furrowed, and he blinked as if the word were foreign. 
“Me. Married.” Hart gave a firm nod before taking another fortifying gulp of brandy. 
“Ahem, who is the, uh, fortunate lady?” Berkeley lifted his cup back to his lips and took a long gulp, as if needing the hot drink to banish his astonishment. 
“I haven’t the first idea.” Hart shook his head. He was giving serious thought to the notion of ordering a third brandy. Would that be bad form? Probably. 
“Now you’re simply confusing me,” Berkeley said with an unmistakable smile on his face. With his free hand, he pulled the morning’s copy of the Times from the tabletop next to him and scanned the headlines. 
Hart took another sip of brandy and savored it this time. “I haven’t made any decisions as to the chit yet. I’ve merely announced to Father that this is the year I intend to find a bride. The idea of marriage has always made my stomach turn. After all, if my parents’ imperfect union is anything by which to gauge the institution, it’s a bloody nightmare.” 
“Why the change of heart?” Berkeley asked. 
Hart scrubbed a hand through his hair. The truth was, he wasn’t less sickened by the prospect of marriage these days, but he couldn’t avoid the institution forever. At some point he’d have to put the parson’s noose firmly around his own throat and pull. Wives were fickle, and marriages meant little other than the exchange of money and property. His own father had announced that fact on more than one occasion. His parents treated each other like unhappy strangers, and his father had made it clear that they were anything but in love. That, Hart supposed, was his fate. To live a life as his parents had in the pursuit of procreating and producing the next future Earl of Highfield. So be it, but was it any wonder he’d been putting it off? 
“Seeing Sarah marry had more of an effect on me than I expected,” Hart admitted, frowning at his notquite-empty glass. “And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll call you out.” He looked at Berkeley and grinned again. 
“You have my word,” Berkeley replied with a nod. “But may I ask how it affected you?” 
Hart pushed himself back in the large leather chair and crossed his booted feet at the ankles. “I started thinking about it all, you know? Life, marriage, children, family. I expect you and Sarah will be having a child soon, and by God I’d like my children to grow up knowing their kin. My cousin Nicole was quite close to Sarah and me when we were children. Nicole’s marriage isn’t one to emulate, either. She hasn’t even seen her husband in years. Last I heard, she’s living somewhere in France, childless. By God, perhaps I should rethink this.” Hart pulled at his cravat. The bloody thing was nearly choking him what with all of this talk of marriage. 
Berkeley leaned back in his seat, mirroring Hart. “Perhaps you should focus on the positive aspects of marriage. I assure you, there are many.” 
“Believe me, I’m trying,” Hart continued, reminding himself for the hundredth time of the reasons why he’d finally come to this decision. God knew it hadn’t been an easy one. “Whether I like it or not, it’s time for me to choose a bride. Sarah is my younger sister. While she wasn’t married, it all seemed like fun and games, but now, well, seems everyone is tying the proverbial knot these days what with Owen Monroe and Rafe Cavendish marrying. Even Rafe’s twin, Cade, has fallen to the parson’s noose.” 
Just this morning when Hart had woken with a splitting head for the dozenth time in as many days, he’d thought yet again how he needed to stop being so reckless. He wasn’t able to bounce back from a night of debauchery nearly as quickly as he used to when he was at university. Seeing Sarah marry had made him consider his duties, his responsibilities, and his . . . age. For the love of God, he was nearly thirty. That thought alone was enough to make him want another brandy. It was his duty to sire the next Earl of Highfield, and duty meant something to him. What else mattered if he didn’t respect his duty? Hadn’t that been hammered into his head since birth by his father, along with all the dire warnings not to choose the wrong wife? 
“It’s true that several marriages have taken place lately in our set of friends,” Berkeley replied, still leisurely perusing the paper while sipping tea. “But I thought you were immune to all of that, Highgate.” 
“I have been.” Hart sighed again. “But I’ve finally decided it’s time to get to it.” 
Berkeley raised his teacup in salute. “Here’s to the future Lady Highfield. May she be healthy, beautiful, and wise.” 
“Thank you,” Hart replied. He tugged at his pythonlike cravat again. 
Berkeley regarded Hart down the length of his nose. “Any ladies catch your fancy?” 
Hart shook his head. He braced an elbow on the table beside them and set his chin on his fist. “No. That’s the problem. I’m uncertain where to begin.” 
Berkeley let the paper drop to his lap. “What sort of lady are you looking for?” 
Hart considered the question for a moment. What sort of lady, indeed? “She’ll need to be reasonable, well connected, clever, witty, a happy soul. Someone who is honest, and forthright, and who isn’t marrying me only for my title. Someone who doesn’t nag and has an indecently large dowry, of course. Father puts great stock in such things. Not to mention if I’m going to be legshackled, I might as well get a new set of horses out of the bargain. I’m thinking a set of matching grays and a new coach.” 
“Oh, that’s not much of a list,” Berkeley said with a snort. “
I don’t expect the search to be a simple one, or a quick one.” The truth was Hart had no earthly idea who he was looking for. He only knew who he wasn’t looking for . . . someone like his mother. Or the treacherous Annabelle Cardiff. He wanted the exact opposite. 
Berkeley tossed the paper back onto the tabletop. “Knowing your father’s decided opinions on such matters, I’m surprised he hasn’t provided you with a list of eligible females from which you may choose.” 
Hart rolled his eyes. “He has. He’s named half a dozen ladies he would gladly accept.”
Berkeley inclined his head to the side. “Why don’t you choose one of them then?” 
Hart gave his brother-in-law an are-you-quite-serious look, chin tucked down, head tilted to the side. “I’m bloody well not about to allow my father to choose a bride for me. Besides, after seeing you and Sarah, I hold out some hope of finding a lady with whom I’m actually compatible.” 
“Why, Highgate, do you mean . . . love?” Berkeley grinned and leaned forward in mock astonishment. 
“Let’s not go that far.” Hart took another sip of his quickly dwindling brandy. That’s precisely what confused him so much. He knew love matches existed. He’d witnessed one in his sister’s marriage. On the other hand, her choice had so enraged his parents, they still hadn’t forgiven her. Hart didn’t intend to go about the business of finding a wife in quite so dramatic a fashion. Love matches attracted drama. However, his parents’ unhappy union was nothing to aspire to, and he’d nearly made the mistake of marrying a woman who wanted nothing more than title and fortune before. It was a tricky business, the marriage mart, but he’d rather take advice from Sarah and Berkeley than his father. The proof of the pudding was in the eating, after all. 
Berkeley laughed. “What if you fall madly in love and become a devoted husband? Jealous even. Now, that would be a sight.” 
“Jealous? That’s not possible.” Hart grinned back at Berkeley. “I’ve never been jealous. Don’t have it in me. My friends at university used to tease me about it. No ties to any particular lady. No regrets.” He settled back in his chair and straightened his cravat, which was tighter than ever. 
“We’ll see.” Berkeley took another sip of tea. His eyes danced with amusement. 
“I was hoping you and Sarah might help me this Season. 
Sarah knows most of the young ladies. She also knows me as well as anyone does. Not to mention, the two of you seem to have got the thing right.” 
Berkeley glanced up. “Why, Highgate, is that a compliment on our marriage?”
“Take it as you will.” Hart waved a noncommittal hand in the air. He avoided meeting Berkeley’s eyes. 
Berkeley settled further into his chair. “I shall take it as a compliment, then. I have a feeling Sarah would like nothing more than to help you with such an endeavor. She fancies herself a matchmaker these days.” 
“Will you two be staying in London for the Season?” 
“Yes. Sarah wants to stay and I, of course, will support her, at least as long as I can remain in the same town as your father without him calling me out.” A smirk settled on Berkeley’s face. 
Hart eyed the remaining liquid in his glass. “I’ll be happy to play the role of peacemaker to the best of my ability.” 
“I’m glad to hear that.” Berkeley inclined his head toward his brother-in-law. 
“Who else is Sarah matchmaking for?” Hart sloshed the brandy in the bottom of the glass. 
“She’s not merely matchmaking. No. To hear her tell it, she has an important mission this Season.”
Hart set down the glass and pulled another section of the Times off the table and began scanning it. He’d talked enough about marriage for one day. Odious topic. “A mission? What mission?” he asked, merely to be polite. 
“To find Meg Timmons a husband.” 
Hart startled in surprise, grasping the paper so tightly it tore in the middle. Tossing it aside, he reached for his glass and gulped the last of his brandy. 
Meg Timmons. He knew Meg Timmons. She was Sarah’s closest friend, the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy, and a woman with whom Hart had experienced an incident last summer that he’d been seriously trying to forget. 

Copyright © 2017 by Valerie Bowman and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Review: Miss Frost Cracks A Caper by Kristen Painter

Miss Frost Cracks A Caper

Author: Kristen Painter
Publisher: Sugar Skull Books
Series: Jayne Frost #4
Pages: Kindle Edition, 188 pages
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
Release Date: October 3rd 2017


Welcome to Nocturne Falls, the town that celebrates Halloween 365 days a year.
Jayne Frost is a lot of things. Winter elf, Jack Frost's daughter, Santa Claus's niece, heir to the Winter Throne and now...private investigator. Sort of.
When Lark Bramble, an old frenemy, shows up in Nocturne Falls, Jayne finds herself reliving the painful past and trying to make responsible decisions that won’t mess up her future. But being an adult proves harder than she thought.
Finally at peace with where things stand between her and Lark, Jayne thinks everything’s cool until a chilling event at the Black and Orange Ball shatters that peace and puts Jayne at odds with the powers that be. She knows she’s on thin ice, but she’s determined to crack the caper.
Can Jayne find a way to right the wrongs she might have caused or will she forever bear the guilt of allowing herself to be snowed again?


So I enjoyed the mystery and the writing style, which is what I love about the Jayne Frost Series.
Nothing has changed in the fourth installment, when it comes to that. But the "low"rating is rather connected to the storyline, more specifically to the romance.

Let's first take a look on the things I like, then I can knit-pick through what I didn't
Like I already said, and keep saying. This is well written. Painter is a talented writer and I adore the world building of the series.
This is rather light on the fantasy aspects. But it's just right for the series.
Still Painter adds interesting new bits to each book and extends the world building a little more with each installment of the Nocturne Fall Universe. It's really masterfully done, light and yet intriguing.

The character building is done in a similar way. After reading so many books set in NF, I feel like, I know this little town and it's nice to always revisit.
Now, in this installment I had a bit of an issue with Greyson. I didn't feel his reaction at the end was in character... but then his character is shrouded in a bit of mystery, so maybe we will get so hear later why he reacted so strongly (it felt cowardly as well if you ask me)

Now the storyline, which is were all my issue lie. First it took about 50% until the mystery took off. And frankly most of the book until then was about Jayne's personal life. I found myself a bit disinterested in the book because of it and I kept thinking, when will the mystery start?
When it did, I was totally invested and had to keep reading. Because it was a good mystery. There are quite a few twists and turns, while I guessed some, I didn't really see one coming. The mystery left me satisfied. Which is the reason I rounded up to 3Stars on Goodreads. Because essentially I love this series for it's mysteries.
Which leads me to the romance aspect. I was not a fan in the third installment. And frankly it hasn't changed that much. Except I did like the outcome. However, I didn't like how Jayne got there. It was rather disappointing, because frankly I wanted her to make the choice, rather than being left with that choice. I do like that she has always been honest, but her not making choices does annoy me. There lies the root of my problem with the book. I hope, that now things seem a bit more resolved it will not only stay like this. But I hope she finally makes the choice and invests into the man. I am all for his team, by the way. Was right from the first moment he was featured in the series.

Looking forward to next Jayne Frost mystery and hoping for some nice romance as well


Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Review: The Scot Beds His Wife by Kerrigan Byrne

The Scot Beds His Wife

Author: Kerrigan Byrne
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Series: Victorian Rebels #5
Pages: Mass Market Paperback, 394 pages
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: October 3rd 2017

The Scot Beds His Wife is the next lush, captivating Victorian romance in the Victorian Rebels series by Kerrigan Byrne.

They’re rebels, scoundrels, and blackguards—dark, dashing men on the wrong side of the law. But for the women who love them, a hint of danger only makes the heart beat faster.

Gavin St. James, Earl of Thorne, is a notorious Highlander and an unrelenting Lothario who uses his slightly menacing charm to get what he wants—including too many women married to other men. But now, Gavin wants to put his shady past behind him...more or less. When a fiery lass who is the heiress to the land he wishes to possess drops into his lap, he sees a perfectly delicious opportunity...

A marriage most convenient

Samantha Masters has come back to Scotland, in a pair of trousers, and with a whole world of dangerous secrets from her time spent in the Wild West trailing behind her. Her only hope of protection is to marry—and to do so quickly. Gavin is only too willing to provide that service for someone he finds so disturbingly irresistible. But even as danger approaches, what begins as a scandalous proposition slowly turns into an all-consuming passion. And Gavin discovers that he will do whatever is necessary to keep the woman he has claimed as his own...


Well, what's not to like?
There is a tortured, handsome, thoughtful hero and a strong, intelligent, capable, likeable heroine. They have chemistry, there is fab banter and it's smuttilicious. Add to that great writing style and an interesting storyline.. and you got historical romance perfection.

This is the 5th book in the series, though they are loosely connected the do work as a stand-alone.
And let's just throw it out there, I am dying to get my hands on the next book, this series has not only met all my expectation on each and every book, but it often manages to exceeds them.

Just like always I love Byrne's writing. I love the way she paces things, how she brings in memories, just in the right time. Also the historical parts feel authentic, it feels historically accurate and realistic.

The story lines is on of misfortune, broken hearts and circumstance meeting insta-attraction/lust and loathing, enemies turned to lovers. While it's kinda the usual usual when put like this, it's actually so much more. It's got it own unique little details, but most of all the characters make it unique

That brings me to the character building. It's simply the best part of the book.
The story is told from multiple POV in third person.
We get to know each character rather well, even the support cast. It was amazing revisiting Mina again, really interesting to see her through Sam's eyes. Liam and Gavin's sparing was beyond amusing but also heartbreaking, I loved when Liam had his talk with Gavin, one of my favorite parts in the book.
Sam's trigger happiness was another source of constant amusement. But the best part of all Sam and Gavin's banter. The Best!
Sam and Gavin are both somewhat broken and hurt, while everybody sees how wonderful they are, they have the lowest opinion of themselves. It's amazing to see them change each other, or more accurately open up and become a team.

The sad part is, it was over too fast if you ask me. The book kinda sucked me in and I read it in more or less a sitting. The great news there are two more books to be published in this series. I wonder who they will be about and I have a wish-list!

I think this is a must read for people who love historicals, but also people who want some cute & fluffy with some depths.



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