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

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

I love this book. It’s not a romance per se although the boyfriend is terrific.

I have no idea. I’m sure I haven’t read it.

Aly can you do Monday?
Deb

I haven’t read this.

Cherie will post this Monday. Thanks everyone for coordinating!

I think I know this

Leigh-Ayn why don’t you take Monday and swap with Aly?
Thanks!

Oh no! I am so sorry to hear that.

She was such a wonderful writer and reviewer and clearly understood the human heart. So many of my favorite books were her recommendations. I never met her but I too will feel her loss.

For those of you who never read her reviews many are posted at the blog she wrote between 2009 and 2014.

http://justjanga.blogspot.com/?m=1

Thank you Manda for letting us know.

No clue

Thanks. Please do Susan. I’m checking if she can do your next turn

Would anyone be willing to swap with Cherie? She is unavailable this week and next.

Yes!

Pretty sure I know this one. In which case I think most people on this list have read more recent books by the author ...

I read Sarina Bowen’s the Accidentals. While it has a charming high school romance the true love story is between the girl who lost her mom and the father she has never known until now. And it’s powerful. A five star read for me.

I also liked Susan Mallory’s latest book, which is one of her better ones.

Not sure what I’m going to read now.

No clue

It’s Something Wicked by Jo Beverley. And here’s the part I think anyone would remember. Lisette is the name Elf used during their escapade—he just learned that she is Elfled Malloren, from a family he then considers his enemies.

Rothgar turned to her, brows raised. “He is bound. I wouldn’t dream of it. But I could bear to know your feelings toward him.”

She found it surprisingly difficult to give an honest response. “I …I do care for him. He didn’t force me or seduce me—“

“Lisette!” exclaimed Fort maliciously. “Are you forgetting when I took you prisoner and tied you to my bed?”

“Oh be quiet! I remember perfectly well that you didn’t offend against me at all when you had me bound. And last night I had the very deuce of a time to get you to agree to…to what we did.”

“Sex on the floor,” recalled Fort. “Sex in the bed. Sex on a coffin…”

Face flaming, Elf clenched her fists and let out a cry of pure exasperation.

“…sex, now that I think of it, in the coffin.” He turned to her with a deceptively bland expression. “I’m quite surprised, actually, that you can walk.

I’m not sure. I’ve been pulling down samples of books on my nook that I’ve seen recommended and I’m going through them to pick.

Heh heh. My work here is done.

Sorry it’s a spacing error and I will fix when I’m on my computer. It should be “to show how”

When I was picking a puzzler, I went back and checked. This author has only been posted once before, which is surprising.... I nearly chose another bit, but I think its really so memorable it wouldn't be a good puzzler. I'll post that when I do the reveal on Tuesday.


In moments she was downstairs trying to remember her earlier explorations and choose a likely room. She made her decision and walked boldly into his study.
Hero lay in bed, reading by candlelight.
He started and half-rose, but then relaxed back on his pillows. “Trying to terrify me to death? I thought you were [heroine’s brother].”
Heroine’s heart beat so fast she feared she’d turn dizzy. “You don’t seem surprised to see me.”
He closed his book and put it aside. “I’m surprised. But with you I’ve come to expect the unexpected. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?” He was decorously clothed in a white nightshirt, and neatly tucked into the narrow bed. But his brown hair hung loose and the reflective candleholder close to his head gave it a golden aura. A wave of love and lust engulfed Heroine, threatening her mission.
Then she noticed the frame holding the bedclothes off his leg and she just wanted to take care of him. “Does your leg still pain you?”
“Frequently. I thought [heroine’s sister] took back regular reports.”
“Regular, but not detailed. I’m sorry you were shot.”
“I don’t think you were responsible. Were you?”
“Of course not!”
“With a [Heroine’s last name] all things are possible.” He threw the family saying at her like a knife. Just like old times. Squabbling again.
Heroine carefully extracted his pistol and put it on the table. “I wanted to return this.”
“Thank you. You could have sent it as you sent other items, however.”
“I wanted to speak to you.”
“We spoke today.”
“In private.”
With a sigh, he spread his hands. “I am here, and you would have to sting me viciously to persuade me to move. By all means, say your piece.”
Heroine sat in a chair, forcing herself not to show how much his words hurt. She’d expected this, hadn’t she? Clearly he didn’t feel the same powerful attraction he did. To him, she was merely importunate. Doubtless he planned to marry Lady Lydia, and thought the fact that she was a sweet innocent a bonus rather than a handicap.
So be it.
“First,” she said. “I want to apologize for anything I might have done to hurt you.”
“Accepted.”
“Second”—and she looked at the scrolls, the fan, and the toy on a table by the bed—“I will bother you with no more gifts.”
He too glanced at her offerings. “Ah. They have enlivened the tedium of convalescence. Why stop now?”
“So you won’t offer for Lydia North in retaliation.:
He looked back at her then. “You do think me a shallow fellow, don’t you?”
“No!”
“No? You think I would spoil the life of a charming girl merely to hit back at you?”
Heroine shook her head, trying desperately to understand. “You wouldn’t spoil her life. You’d make her a wonderful husband.”
“Are you carrying my child?”
The question caught her her unawares, though she’d planned to tell him. She knew she was flushing as she said, “No.”
He leaned back, watching her from beneath lids so low they effectively blocked interpretation. “We were lucky, then.”
“Yes, very.”
If he wanted it this way, she could play the game. She crossed her legs as her brother would do. “So, you have no intention of marrying Lady Lydia?”
“Not in the near future.” He shrugged. “Next year, or the year after, who knows? She is a delightful young lady.”
“But young.”
“Desist!” In a completely different term he added, “I kissed her today.”
Heroine caught a breath. “And escaped uncommitted? A miracle!”
“I’m sure you have been kissed many times and yet escaped bondage.”
“But then, despite the clothes, I’m not a man.”
“And such matters are much more hazardous for us. Unfair, really, wouldn’t you say?”
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He held out a hand."Kiss me heroine. The earl of [his family name] has never been kissed by lady heroine [her last name]. "
She sat on the edge of his narrow bed. "He won't be now. I'm still in disguise of sorts."
"What is real, what is disguise?"
Heroine looked at him, lying back on his snowy pillows in a pristine white night gown, his wavy hair loose on his shoulders.
She chuckled.
"What now?" he asked resignedly but with humor in his eyes.
"Its just that with me here in men's clothing, I'm sure this looks like one of those scandalous pictures of the amorous suitor about to ravish the trembling maiden."
He fluttered his lashes. ""I'm prepared to scream, sir. But I might permit a kiss."