My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤
Spice Level: 💋💋💋💋1/2
Georgiana Dudley, the ‘Ice Duchess’, has just emerged from mourning after a nine-year marriage of convenience to the Duke of Darby, her twin brother’s lover. Deeply hurt by a scoundrel a decade ago, Georgie swore she would never turn her head for any man, let alone another rakehell. But then she encounters the wickedly handsome and all too charming Rafe Landsbury, the Earl of Markham and against her better judgment, her interest is reluctantly aroused. An affair may be impossible to resist but dare she trust Lord Markham with her most intimate secrets… and her heart?
Society believes Rafe to be a diplomat but for many years he has been working on the Continent as a spy for the Crown. Leaving the shadowy world of espionage behind, he returns to London with the intention of finding a wife. When he is paired with the frosty yet fascinating Duchess of Darby at the picquet table during a ton ball, he is intrigued. Do-or-die man that he is, he’s certainly not going to let her cool demeanor dissuade him from pursuing her.
When Rafe’s dark past returns to endanger Georgie, he is determined to protect her at all costs, even if that means hiding who he once was. With the stakes so high, both Georgie and Rafe must decide if love is a risk worth taking…
This was my first time reading something by this author and I loved it from page one. This is a very steamy read, but it doesn’t take away from the story. I loved that even though her marriage was a marriage of convenience they both truly cared for each other and were best friends. There is so much in this book to love and to figure out. They were meant to be together and they kept being thrown together until she let down her shield and let the ice duchess melt away. I was shocked when what happened to her years ago was finally told, but it explained so much about her marriage and why she didn’t want men around. The ending left me wanting more!
Georgiana is a favorite heroine of mine. She has been through so much but keeps her head up and goes on. Her past has affected to her badly, but also made her a strong woman. I loved how she and her brother were together and took care of each other.
Rafe has his own dark past that has affected him badly, but being a spy meant no one fully knew what happened. You love him for everything he does to protect Georgina from danger and to help her with her past even if his ways are a bit shocking at times.
I loved all the characters epically her brother Jonathon. He had a great personality and would do anything to take care of his sister or make her happy. I also loved that the people that knew about her brother and husband didn’t judge them or make a big deal out of it. I look forward to reading more by this author.
*I received a copy from the author in exchange for my honest review*
My Rating: ❤❤❤1/2
Spice Level: 💋💋💋
Sir Colwyn North’s uncanny seductive powers made him an excellent spy- but they also gave him the worst sort of reputation. Given his dreadful past, his only hope of winning the hand of the very proper Lady Jane Dew is to trick her into marriage. By way of seduction. While in disguise.
Jane has had enough of tedious propriety; she wants excitement. Duty- bound, she attends a Christmas house party at the estate of a scheming marquis, who has plans of his own for her. She intends to choose her own husband, and the son of the marquis is not on her list. The enthralling but nameless seducer who visits her nightly in her dreams might be…but first she has to find out who he is.
Will Lady Jane reject Sir Colwyn when she discovers the truth? Or will he find another devious way to capture her heart?
This story was good, but just not what I expected. I liked the whole spy storyline and trying to figure out the mission. It felt a bit on the paranormal side for me with the people sending dreams and the master, but the rest of the story was good. I liked how the marquis kept trying to marry his son and Jane by making a scene. I also like the ending and how they did everything. I do love the title and how it was part of the story.
Jane was very proper, but she could also stand up for herself when she needed to. I liked when she through the fit and revealed so much stuff to keep from being forced to marry.
Colwyn was interesting and loved Jane. He just didn’t know how to go about getting her without causing more problems. I like that broke rules, but also followed them.
I loved the reason Gentry did whatever he was told and his ending. I wanted to know more about everyone.
*I received a copy via NetGalley in exchange for my honest review*
Title: A Kiss At Christmastide
Author: Christina McKnight
Genre: Historical Romance, Regency, Novella
Release Date: September 27, 2016
Word Count: 37,000
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Lady Pippa Godfrey has suffered the most ruinous London Season. She escapes to her Somerset estate for a quiet Christmastide holiday with her family, away from society’s prying eyes. But before her parents can join her, a storm crashes down on Somerset to destroy any hope of Pippa’s white Christmas dream. The roads have flooded and travel is impossible, leaving her stranded and alone. But a muddied, angry and devilishly handsome lord appears at her door demanding shelter.
Lucas Hartfeld, the Earl of Maddox, has been summoned by his parents, the Marquis and Marchioness of Bowmont, to attend a holiday party in the wilds of the country, far from his London townhouse. He suspects they command his attendance for far different reasons than a simple country party. When a storm strands his carriage, he’s forced to seek shelter at the only home for miles around, a local manor called Helton House.
When Lady Pippa is reluctant to admit him, he does what he’s been raised to do—demand she provide him and his servants with shelter until the storm passes. But the beautiful woman draws his interest far more than he’s willing to admit. Can Lucas find a way out of the predicament his parents are planning?
As Lady Pippa scrutinizes another arrogant, demanding lord, she is bombarded with memories of betrayals in her past. Can she forget those difficult life lessons to claim a Christmastide kiss from a perfect stranger?
About the Author:
Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.
Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.
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It is one Day until A Kiss at Christmastide is available! Here is an Excerpt for you!
Lady Pippa stared into the open flames of the hearth—where a constant drizzle snaked down the chimney flue to pool behind the roaring fire—as the storm continued to rage outside. Her day—and night—had consisted of reading yet another book of her favorite holiday stories and watching the pooling water sizzle and dissipate as it approached the hot flames consuming the large logs. It had been her greatest tradition each year after arriving at her family’s country manor, Helton House; hours turning into days as she re-read all her favorite holiday books.
The many hours were only interrupted by a footman entering to place another log on the fire. But it had been a long while since she’d bid the servant retire for the evening.
This night, Pippa had found it difficult—nearly impossible, actually—to concentrate on anything with the storm roaring outside. Especially since she knew she was essentially alone in the large house with all the servants having gone home before the storm, and the few that were in residence safely abed. Where Pippa should be herself. She pulled the blanket tighter around her legs as a draft moved through the room and chilled her exposed ankles. Glancing behind her, she expected to see Briars, her family butler, in the doorway, but the door was securely closed, and the aging servant was long asleep for the night.
A sharp light lit the room through the windows, the draperies still pinned back from where they’d been during the daylight hours. An onslaught of heavy rain pelted the thin windowpanes. Pippa regretted her request that the windows stay uncovered in case she spotted lights moving through the dark storm, signaling her parents’ arrival.
But her wish of seeing anything through the angry storm declined as the torrential downpour continued hour after hour, making the local roads impassable by carriage. She only hoped the Duke and Duchess of Midcrest were wise enough to seek refuge from the drenching rains, lightning, and lashing wind on their way home from Bath.
Setting her book aside, Pippa removed her blanket and stood. Her toes touched the frigid floor as she moved quickly across the room to pull the drapes closed—locking out the sight of the lightning. With any luck, it would diminish the sound of the howling winds outside, as well.
She paused before the window, pulling the material back one last time, and stared out to the countryside surrounding her home. Though it was too dark to see anything, she’d spent the last eighteen years memorizing the landscape around Helton House: the rolling hills, the wooded area to the left of her property which everyone took as the border between her family and that of the Duke of Sheridan, Lady Natalie’s father. In recent months, the trees had made a barrier that Pippa hadn’t dared cross.
Their property even boasted a small pond that froze over during the colder months.
Unfortunately, this Yuletide celebration would not find her home surrounded by snow-covered hills or frost-kissed trees—or a pond frozen enough to walk upon. At this point, they’d be blessed to have dry, unmolded grain and hay to feed their livestock come spring. Pippa could only imagine the coming weeks of repairs the village would need due to leaking roofs and flooded dwellings.
Pippa sighed at the sight outside her manor—one that in no way resembled any Christmastide of the past. At this rate, she’d be lucky if her home didn’t float away on a river created by the rain that had assaulted the area for almost a full day now—the temperature staying far above that of freezing.
Nothing about this year would be like the ones before, though the deplorable weather was not fully to blame. Pippa had sensed that things were not as they should be from the moment she’d received word that the Sheridans were hosting yet another three-day celebration to honor Natalie. This time, it was rumored that they’d announce her betrothal—to the son of a marquis, no less.
She should be happy for her dear friend—or, at least the girl she’d grown up with and thought of as a sister before Natalie had changed into a woman whom Pippa did not recognize. Her feelings toward the girl were petty, though grounded in truth. But wishing ill will on another was something Pippa found extreme discontent with.
In a huff, Pippa pulled the drapes shut, blocking out the rain and wind for good.
“I refuse to feel sorry for myself,” she muttered, not for the first time since receiving the invitation to join Lady Natalie’s holiday house party.
It was actually a blessing that her parents’ carriage had been held up by the storm. They would likely insist on traveling the short mile to Lady Natalie’s home to join in the revelry—to confirm that no animosity remained between the neighboring dukedoms.
No matter how much bitterness Pippa had locked within. Lady Natalie was to wed, and Pippa was alone—cast from society after the embarrassment of her first Season.
Even with all this, her mother staunchly believed that one could not find happiness and fulfillment in life if he or she cast negative thoughts and tidings toward another. A new reason to be thankful they were not here to witness her sulking about as if her prized gloves were missing or stained.
Picking up her book, Pippa fell back into the fluffy armchair she favored so. She tucked her feet under her and returned her blanket to ward off the growing cold in the room as the fire’s intensity decreased. From her father’s private study down the hall, eleven gongs could be heard, signaling the lateness of the night. For London, most would only be starting their evening by enjoying a meal with friends and acquaintances. But while in the country, Pippa delighted in being abed at sundown and rising when the sun made its next appearance on the horizon.
Early morning walks around the estate—from the house, out around the pond, and back through the stables to check on the animals—was a pastime she thoroughly found great pleasure in. She’d never thought she’d miss the freedom of her morning strolls after her introduction to society, but walking—other than in one of the many crowded parks in London proper—was frowned upon, especially without a proper chaperone. One could not think or ponder anything while being following by a maid.
The current storm had robbed Pippa of her morning out. As the day passed, she felt similar to the canaries women kept, a caged animal, longing to escape and roam.
Again, the storm was not fully to blame for her sense of overwhelming confinement.
It went far deeper than being trapped within her home during a nasty tempest.
The windowpane rattled as particularly heavy rain assaulted it once more followed by a thunderous racket. Lightning flared even through the drawn drapes. A door slamming somewhere deep within her home had her jumping with nervousness. The storm’s intensity was only increasing as the night grew later.
She took a deep, calming breath before opening her book once more. Pippa started where she’d left off when she’d been distracted by the rain traveling into the chimney.
Had that been five minutes ago or five hours? Pippa had lost track of so many things of late.
Nothing contributed to her Christmastide cheer more than holiday tales of merriment—and she desperately hoped to repair her sullen mood. While in London, Pippa had discovered a small bookseller off Bond Street that was hidden from view down a narrow alley. Her mother had been more than agreeable to allow Pippa time to scour the shop while the duchess was fitted for new gowns. During one of her many visits, Pippa had found a thick tome full of ancient fables surrounding the winter months—not only tales from various Christian beliefs, but also pagan traditions, and even a few stories full of scary, hand-drawn images of ghosts and ghouls. Pippa had quickly flipped past those stories when she’d sat down to read shortly after her noonday meal, for they would only frighten her more with the storm raging so near.
Pippa was determined to banish her dour mood before her parents arrived—she may be a bit downcast, but she’d never allow that to ruin her mother’s beloved holiday.
Turning the page, Pippa read yet another tale of the miracles of Christmastide, and love found during this magical time of year.
Her family property was rife with holly, and she’d had several groomsmen collect large sprigs for her just the previous day in preparation for decorating the house when her mother arrived home.
Pippa was vaguely familiar with the story of her parents’ past. They’d found one another at a Christmastide celebration—and had fallen in love under a holly wreath set before a roaring fire.
Obviously, Lady Natalie had done her part to secure a match…while Pippa had buckled under the pressures of society and cut her first Season short in favor of an extended stay at her childhood home. If only Pippa would have read this book the previous year, maybe she could have secured a kiss before now—as the only men in residence at Helton House were her butler, several footmen, and the stable hands.
She pondered the notion of journeying to Lady Natalie’s holiday party, hoping to land an eligible man worthy of her first kiss. But she pushed the thought aside when a loud bark of thunder ripped through the room.
The downpour was only swelling, along with the wind. The roads were flooded and impassable, even on horseback. And the hour was late.
Pippa was stuck.
At any other time, she would have been at peace with her fate, but not tonight. If an opening in the storm presented itself, she’d likely take the opportunity to flee—to London…possibly even Lady Natalie’s celebration. Anywhere other than being here alone.
She should retire to her chambers, get some much-needed rest, and awake in a far more agreeable mood. Most things appeared brighter by morning light, or so her mother told her.
Shaking her head, Pippa cast a sidelong glance at the covered window before setting her book aside. Staying awake would not make the night pass any quicker, or the storm dissipate any sooner. She needed a good night’s rest if her mother were to arrive in the morn, for holiday preparations would swiftly follow if she did.
Another loud clap of thunder shook the room—but it did not cease as the others had; instead, it continued steadily.
Surely the gates of hell were opening and releasing the ghouls and ghosts from their fiery pits. Pippa shouldn’t have opened the book of Christmastide stories. She regretted the brief moment she’d spied the hand-drawn illustrations of creatures not of this realm.
It was then that a voice yelled above the storm, reaching her in the library.
It was not thunder at all, but someone pounding on her door.
She jumped to her feet and rushed toward the foyer to allow them entrance, grabbing her book and tucking it under her arm. Her parents, as radical as they were, must have thrown caution to the wind and traveled through the storm to see her. They were foolish, and their risk great; however, Pippa was overjoyed that they’d arrived.
Many things pushed to the forefront of her mind as she ran to open the door. She needed to call Cook to prepare them a meal, their bed should be prepped for them with hot coals to warm their linens, and the stable master need be awoken to tend to their horses.
Pippa was glad for the distraction from her previous melancholy mood.
Turning the lock, Pippa threw the door wide, a smile lighting her face for the first time that day—only to be faced with a stranger. On her doorstep was a man completely unknown to her, his hair matted and his clothing drenched and sticking to his thin frame.
“Is your master home?” he asked, removing his saturated hat from his balding head.
“I am Lady Pippa.” She stared at the man intensely, waiting for him to state his business on Midcrest land and be gone.
“My lady,” the man started over with his greeting, bowing. “I am repentant to awaken you, but my lord seeks shelter, and we have not passed an inn for many hours. The storm made it impossible for our carriage to continue on the main road.”
Pippa remained silent as the man spoke, his body shuddering with cold as his saturated livery garb clung to him. She clutched the door with one hand to avoid it opening further in invitation, while her other arm pushed solidly against her side, keeping her book from falling to the floor.
“I fear our carriage is knee-deep in mud with the storm continuing to increase, and it has thrown a spoke.” He looked at her expectantly, as if offering shelter was the only option for her. “My lord, the Earl of Maddox, requests refuge for the night if you will be so kind as to accept him.”
“I…well…” Pippa’s manners abandoned her at the same time she realized she was alone on the first floor of the house. “There is an inn only—”
A great wind hit Pippa, forcing her back, the door ripped from her hand. It slammed against the wall behind it. The sound echoed through the empty house as it collided with the tall walls of the foyer and rattled the chandelier as her loose tresses blocked her view. A moment of sheer panic seized her when her sight was taken from her.
Pippa pushed her hair away to continue with instructing the servant to the nearest inn. “Your lord will be far more comfortable…”
The wind whipped the last of her hair from her face to reveal not the servant from before, but a tall—very tall—broad-shouldered—very broad-shouldered—man. And that was all Pippa saw of him as her glance became locked on his chest. He was drenched, with his shirt plastered to his considerable width. It hadn’t been the wind that had knocked the door from her hands and allowed the storm access to her home, but rather the man before her.
And he was fuming mad—his nostrils flared as water dripped from his hair and he stared at her pointedly—not bothering to mask his aggressive stance.
“Were you truly going to turn away a man in need of shelter?” his voice boomed.
Pippa gasped, taking yet another step back. She glanced quickly over her shoulder, hoping the noise had awoken one of her servants, abed on the third floor of the house. But none came running to aid her.
“I knew I was venturing into the depths of hell when I agreed to come all this way from London, but are manners not taught in the wilds of Somerset?” The man ran his hands down the front of his shirt, pushing the water from his body to pool on the floor beneath him. “My servants will need space in your stables. I thank you for”—he eyed her up and down before continuing—“your hospitality, my lady.”
He bowed before Pippa with his last words, and his breath caressed her body, making her acutely aware of two things: he smelled heavily of spirits, and she was attired in a sheer nightshift that did not leave much to the imagination.
My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤
In regards to the Matter of the un-entailed Estate of the late-Jonathan Hambly, 10th Earl of Banfield, be advised that your attendance is urgently required at the reading of his lordship’s Last Will & Testament, to take place on November 1st of this year at Castle Keyvnor in Bocka Morrow, Cornwall.
Mr. Timothy Hunt, Esq.
When the late-Earl of Banfield’s distant relations descend upon Bocka Morrow, they’ll find gypsies, witches, pixies, smugglers, and one very haunted castle. And if they’re lucky, they might just fall in love while they’re there.
VEXED, The Haunting of Castle Keyvnor includes:
Erica Ridley’s Romancing the Rogue
When the new earl inherits, poor relation Miss Rebecca Bond must wed immediately or be out on her ear. The only man she’s ever loved is summoned to hear the will—but he already rejected her so soundly that they haven’t spoken in years. Yet who better than a rakish Viscount to teach her how to snare a gentleman who appreciates her charms?
Ava Stone’s Once Upon a Moonlit Path
Lady Cassandra Priske sees dead people…not all the time, but occasionally. When her family is summoned to Castle Keyvnor for the reading of her great uncle’s will, Cassy is more than terrified. After all, the castle is famous for its hauntings. But the very last person, dead or alive, she expects to find there is the rakish Lord. St. Giles. After all, she spent the last season hiding from that very man.
Elizabeth Essex’s Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Nessa Teague has never believed in the magic that swirls around her village like a fine Cornish mist. She’s never had need of it. Until the day Lord Harry Beck returns to Bocka Morrow and Nessa realizes there is nothing, including the blackest of magic, she won’t do to have him for her own.
Romancing the Rogue by Erica Ridley
My Rating: ❤❤❤❤
Spice Level: 💋
Loved the start of this story! I was shocked that pretty much everyone in the castle forgot she was there and thought everything was a ghost. The new earl seems to not care what happens to her as long as she is gone and he doesn’t have to take care of her. I loved the maze and how the back story.
You have to love Rebecca from the start. She kept herself busy by going over the estate books and correcting figures and she would stand up to anyone.She had no desire to marry and could actually make it on her own, she had proved that already. She is still angry at Danial but understood why he did what he years ago.
Danial did not come off as the rogue as much as I expected, but I loved him. He loved being in parliament and doing everything involved with it more than the parties. You fall in love with him the moment he leaves for the castle because what he did has bothered him for years.
I was expecting more from the haunted castle and for some reason, I want to know more about Danial’s grandmother and why she acted like she did. Overall a good story to get you in the mood for Halloween.
Once Upon a Moonlit Path by Ava Stone
My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤
Spice Level: 💋💋💋
I always look forward to books like this from Ava Stone because she knows how to give you the chills with the ghosts along with a great romance. I got the chills from the moment they arrived at the castle and almost jumped whenever the ghost showed up. I loved the story of the first time Jack saw Cassandra and how they acted together.
I loved Cassandra and felt so bad for her with how her parents treated her like she was crazy. She is just so sweet and innocent and open to things that people didn’t understand. I was glad to see her stand up for herself in the end.
Jack can charm anyone even a reader. He used his charm when needed to help Cassandra and it wasn’t a show. He just was naturally charming, but also had a trick up his sleeve at times. The way he interacted with Cassandra’s brother and her dog could melt your heart.
Oscar the poodle just adds to the fun of the story and so did Cassandra’s cousins and the gypsies. The ending was unexpected and I loved it and didn’t it to end! I really want to know who the ghost was.
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by Elizabeth Essex
My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤
Spice Level: 💋💋💋
This was my first time reading a book by Elizabeth Essex and it did not disappoint. I loved how this one was in the village and showed more about the free trade as they called it. I was excited to see the witch and the magic from back then. I did not expect the small mystery involving treason and Nessa’s family and I had no clue how it was going to turn out until the end. I laughed when Nessa finally spoke her mind and told Cods off and almost thought a ghost was going to pop out in some areas. The ending was great and a bit of a surprise.
I just love Nessa’s name and how sweet she is. She always was the good girl her father wanted until she had enough of doing everyone else’s work. I liked that she was protective of her family but also used her mind and didn’t make excuses for it.
Harry is an interesting man. You would never think he was a lord by the way he talked and acted because he was truly meant for the sea. He didn’t hide things from Nessa and always said what was on his mind.
I wish there was more back story for both and I wanted to know more about Nessa’s sister, but it was a great story. The squire’s daughter was a very interesting person and a bit scary with her plans.
*I received a copy from the author in exchange for my honest review*
I have been reading like crazy this week and will be next week because so many books I’ve been waiting for released. Tomorrow I will have a review for Vexed (The Haunting of Castle Keyvnor, #1) by Erica Ridley, Ava Stone, and Elizabeth Essex. I have been looking forward to this book for awhile and I am loving it. I’ve read the first two stories and have already gotten the chills and can’t wait to see what the last one has in store.
After I read this I will be reading Bedeviled (The Haunting of Castle Keyvnor Book 2) and Mystified (The Haunting of Castle Keyvnor Book 3) along with the next story in A Very Wicked Christmas and then I will be reading The Ice Duchess: Scandalous Regency Widows, Book 2 by Amy Rose Bennett and its review will be up on Friday!
So many book and only so much time to read!
My Rating: ❤❤❤❤
Spice Level: 💋💋💋💋1/2
Harper Cabot, the proprietor of Cabot’s Haberdashery, was devastated by the death of his wife to the point he cannot pack away any of her belongings. Everyone expects his mourning to end soon, but he is devoted to his business and ignores how lonely his life has become in every other respect. A chance encounter brings Amy Mellish to Harper’s notice when he discovers the woman huddled behind his store one bitterly cold night before Christmas. Stirred by compassion and unexpected attraction, he offers Amy shelter in his home…only to have the woman seduce him before the night is over.
Amy has long admired the proper Harper Cabot from a distance, believing a prostitute very far below his notice and unneeded in his life. Although saddened by his loss, Amy very much needs Harper’s protection and boldly strikes a bargain to stay in exchange for satisfying his lust. In Harper’s arms, Amy discovers passion beyond her experience even though the signs of the late Mrs. Cabot linger in every corner of his home. Although begun as a diversion from shared sorrows, can their brief affair overcome the bitter memories of Christmases past and create the lasting connection they both secretly desire?
This is a very steamy read and is different in a good way. Christmas doesn’t bring good memories for Harper Cabot since his wife died a year ago on Christmas day. He says he will never found another woman to love so he keeps himself busy in his shop that reminds him of her every day. He never thought that finding a young woman taking shelter behind his shop would change his life forever.
Even though it is a little fast paced it is a very good story. There was a little twist that I was expecting with it came to Amy’s past that made me want more. It was nice to see a totally different way for a couple to meet and fall in love.
Amy is very brazen and strong woman. I liked her from the start and that she didn’t hide anything from Harper. When hearing how she was treated by a client of her mother’s I thought it was strange and then it made sense in the end.
Harper is the dream man for many women and he doesn’t realize it. You could tell he was lonely, but he didn’t hide from people and tried to be happy. He wasn’t shy like you would think he would be. I wanted to know a bit more about his family and past to really get to know him.
I wanted to know a bit more about Harper’s family and past to really get to know him. His sister sounded very interesting.
*I received a copy via NetGalley in exchange for my honest review*
If you read Friday’s post (What’s Coming Up In My Reading) then you know I am starting A Very Wicked Christmas and this week I will be reading the first story The Christmas Affair by Heather Boyd and it sound wonderful.
I will probably have another review up this week for another book, that’s not in A Very Wicked Christmas, but don’t know which one yet. I have a bunch to pick from as many just were released or will be this week!
I know this is a short post, but got to get to reading!
Since there are six stories in this anthology I will be posting a review for each one as I read them on Review Wednesday and then I might do a review for the whole thing once finished. I’ve read books by Heather Boyd, Wendy Vella, and Donna Cummings before, but not Nicola Davidson, Beverley Oakley, and Barbara Monajem so I am looking forward to reading some new to me authors.
All of the stories sound amazing and very interesting. I can’t wait to see what they all have in store for me and hope you all enjoy reading the reviews.