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

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

I thought that might be it. It's funny, I love some of her books--My Dearest Enemy is one of the greatest romances in my opinion because the conflict between the two is so absolute and so rooted in the period and so deftly handled. Yet I haven never been able to get very far in this one. I should try again.

I have a guess but I could be way off.

Sherry Thomas, and also the new Isabel Cooper which seems to be set in an earlier period than her first book.
But I have a huge work event next week so I can only dip into them until that weekend.

Yep. Manda's comment reminded me

I didn't think I knew it but now I have an idea

It's time for the reveal...

Definitely haven't read this.

Figured it out!
Her website says the e book is coming.

I'm reading the new Bujold novela Penric's Fox and I plan to reread the eclipse scene in a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

This one will nag at me...

I definitely haven't read this!

The August 14 puzzler will be posted tonight

Janga what bothers me is not the "unforgivable" that I think bothers most. It's that he keeps the heroine at arms length and doesn't tell her what is going on and feels like he can't start a real marriage with her until...
It's half true to the period and half not and i find it intensely annoying.
Plus the way everyone treats him as if he walks on water -- and as if he knows better than everyone else.
Also the idea that she has to deal with his brother after what his brother did.

But I really like the heroine.

Yes, I know this book. I have mixed feelings about it. But I love the author.

Definitely haven't read it.

I would start with Never Love a Lawman. That's a wonderful book.

It's Jo Goodman's The Devil You Know

I get really frustrated with books with a long-lasting "big misunderstanding". One reason we can believe in this couple's HEA is that, sooner or later, they do understand each other--one way or another. Note that the first speaker is the hero.

“Well, if I understood your objections this afternoon, then you’ll tell him no and that will hold him off. How long since he last proposed?”

“Six months ago, perhaps a little longer than that.”


“Then it will hold him off for another six months or so.”

Heroine finished off her drink and set the tumbler down. It thumped dully against the tabletop. “What if I don’t want to hold him off this time?”

Hero wondered if he blinked. He didn’t think he had but in every other way he was at attention. The hairs at the back of his neck were standing up, and something cold that might have been his blood was slithering under his skin. There was a breath lodged in his throat, and he felt his heartbeat stutter to a stop, then resume a moment later with a thud loud enough to concuss him.

“You’re going to tell him yes?” he asked, carefully neutral.

Heroine blew out a breath, all exasperation this time. “No, I’m not going to tell him yes.”

“But you said—“

“I said I don’t want to hold him off any longer. That doesn’t mean…” She paused, hearing the words again. “Oh, I see why you’re confused. I wasn’t clear, was I?”

“Not remotely.” Hero was moved to consider what method might work best to encourage heroine to stop talking. Choking her was undeniably a solution to the problem, but kissing her would give him so much more pleasure. He had just decided on option two when she started talking again. He poured another measure of whiskey in his glass and sat back to listen.

“I don’t want merely to hold him off,” she said. “I want to stop him altogether. I am weary of the shadow he casts. It has weight and substance and darkens my thoughts, my life. I’ve had enough. I want to be done with his proposals once and for all. I want to be done with him. Is that clear enough?”

Hero was struck by her vehemence, but he did not allow himself to respond to her urgency. Calmly, he said, “I think so, but don’t forget I told you I wasn’t good with a gun. If you’re asking me to kill him I might not be—“

Heroine snatched the glass from his hand and set it down hard beside her. “I am not asking you to kill him. Are you truly recovered from your concussion? I am asking you to marry me!”

Manda how about Lauren Willig?

I was completely wrong --I had the wrong author--and I read this book.