Dls’s Comments (group member since Sep 14, 2010)


Dls’s comments from the Fans of Eloisa James & Julia Quinn group.

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Dec 27, 2019 07:33PM

38077 It’s you—there is only one.
Dec 25, 2019 06:28PM

38077 Time for the reveal
Dec 22, 2019 04:16PM

38077 I have no idea
Dec 21, 2019 07:11PM

38077 Ok we are trying this with 7 but if anyone wants to join I will happily add you! Let me know if one of your dates don’t work for you.

Jan 5 Manda
Jan 13 DLS
Jan 20 Oakie
Jan 27 Amber

February 3 Aly
Feb 10 Leigh-Ayn
Feb 17 Susan
Feb 24 Manda

March 2 DLS
March 9 Oakie
March 16 Amber
March 23 Aly
March 30 Leigh-Ayn

April 6 Susan
April 13 Manda
April 20 Dls
April 27 Oakie

May 4 Amber
May 11 Aly
May 18 Leigh-Ayn
May 25 Susan

June 1 Manda
June 8 Aly
June 15 Oakie
June 22 Amber
June 29 Debbie
Dec 17, 2019 04:22AM

38077 No idea.
Dec 11, 2019 04:01AM

38077 Time to reveal!
Dec 09, 2019 08:14AM

38077 It’s familiar but I can’t place it.
I think hero’s name is in para 6
Dec 07, 2019 05:51PM

38077 Heal fast !
Dec 03, 2019 04:51AM

38077 No idea
Nov 30, 2019 04:56PM

38077 Please let me know if you want to do it in 2020. I would like to have at least 10 people do it. Newbies welcome!
Nov 27, 2019 07:06PM

38077 I liked the third one a lot but couldn’t finish the second one
Nov 25, 2019 04:21AM

38077 No idea!
November 18: (10 new)
Nov 22, 2019 12:09PM

38077 Manda i think you would really like her
November 18: (10 new)
Nov 21, 2019 04:09AM

38077 And while they explain why she might want a husband she doesn’t buy it—she goes because her friend won’t go without her.
November 18: (10 new)
Nov 21, 2019 04:07AM

38077 It’s “Nearly a Lady” by Alissa Johnson.
38077 I think it’s the best of the series and the best by her.
November 18: (10 new)
Nov 17, 2019 06:37PM

38077 Friend is slightly older than heroine and nominally her governess.

“Are all your meals this well prepared?”
“They are when friend cooks,” heroine answered.
“Heroine makes a very fine trout as well, my lord.”
“Herofirstname, please,” he invited. “I suppose this is why you’ve no one else to cook for you then. What would be the point, really?”
“I’m afraid a cook just wasn’t possible with the funds Lord…I suppose I should say Lady Hero’s stepmother send us,” friend replied.
Hero stopped eating. “How is it two intelligent, practical women are unable to keep a small house and…..” He trailed off as if just considering something. “How many pounds, exactly, did stepmother send you?”

“Five,” heroine answered around a mouthful of eggs. “I thought you knew that.”
“Five,” he repeated dully. He set his fork down, dragged a hand down his face, and swore under his breath. “As in, five-decimal-point-zero?”
“Yes, of course,” friend answered with a small laugh.
“He swore quietly again. “I beg your pardon. I rather hoped you were speaking in hundreds.”
“Hundreds?” heroine would have laughed herself, but the cold shock on hero’s face had a trickle of nerves dancing along her skin. “Lady stepmother didn’t steal half, did she?”
“No.” He blew out a hard breath. “Your allowance was set at eighty pounds annum.”
There was a simultaneous gasp of breath and clatter of silverware. Friend stared, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Heroine moved her mouth to speak but found she was unable to form sound.
“There’s the bonus, as well,” hero reminded them. He scowled at his plate. “And given the extent of lady stepmother’s crime against you, whatever else you might like.”
Heroine’s mind stayed eerily blank except for a repetitive echoing of hero’s voice saying “Eighty pounds annum. Eighty pounds….”
“I want a London season for heroine.”
That sudden, decisive, and wholly unexpected statement from friend cut through heroine’s mind like a sharp knife.
“WHAT?”
Friend ignored her in favor of addressing hero. “You said anything within reason and I feel a season for a young woman of good birth is not beyond the realm of the reasonable.”
Obviously expecting an argument from him, friend straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin defiantly. She needn’t have bothered.
“A season it is.” Still scowling, hero picked up his fork and stabbed at his eggs. “Five pounds. It’s a wonder the two of you survived.”
Heroine shook her head in bewilderment. “This is absurd. What the devil would I do with a London season?”
“Find a husband, I imagine,” was hero’s reply.
It only served to mystify her further. “What the devil would I do with a husband?”
38077 One of my all time favorites. Great choice !
November 4,2019 (8 new)
Nov 06, 2019 04:19AM

38077 Time to post the response
November 4,2019 (8 new)
Nov 04, 2019 08:35PM

38077 Nope. I don’t know if