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Since Manda is so busy getting ready for her book debut (yay!) I have agreed to take over running the Monday puzzler. If you are interested in posting one of the puzzlers, please let me know here or PM me and I'll put you on the list. I'm hoping to get a list up next Saturday, but I can always put you on later if you don't reach me before then.
Debbie (DLS)

“I would have slid down this banister, past all your gaping servants, and shimmied on out the door.”
“The balustrade?” He ran a skeptical eye down its length. “A happy thing you decided to tarry, then. You’d have broken your neck.”
She snorted. “This here is a prime prospect for sliding, hero.”
He opened his mouth but was startled by a dim recollection that caused him instead to laugh. “You’re right.” As a boy he’d had these exact thoughts: it was the perfect banister for sliding. He’d never done it, of course; it hadn’t taken long to realize that banisters in this house were not meant even for gripping: a proper gentleman should make his way downs the stairs straight and stern and untroubled by any obstacle, even a missed step.
A devil seized hold of him. “Let’s do it,” he said. Why not?
Disbelief deepened her smile. “You can’t be serious.”
“God help us, butr that’s a phrase nobody should have taught you,” he said. “Now you sound like every stuffed-up lady I’ve ever known.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Stuffed up, am I? I’ll wager you can’t keep your seat past the curve.”
He eyed the drop from the aforementioned curve. A good ten feet to the marble flagstones below. It could crack a man’s head. “For the sake of the family line, one hopes otherwise. But I supposed there’s only one way to find out.” He leapt up to sit on the rail.
She shrieked. “No! I wasn’t—“
“Serious?” He finished for her, and then let go.
Like flight. No friction: his staff was too well trained; they oiled this banister morning and night. Heroine continued to shriek above him. He laughed as he leaned into the curve, exhilarated and also aware of how absurd this was, to laugh his head off at a boy’s game. Such a simple pleasure. Such joy.
The bend flew by; he was home free now, bound at startling speeds for the bottom of the staircase. He remembered this skill at the level of muscle and sinew; he pushed himself off the rail and landed on his feet at the base of the stairs.
He turned around. She stood at the top of the stairs, hands cupped over her mouth.
“Graceful as the breeze,” he called up.
She dropped her hands to her hips. “More like a lunatic!”
“And you’re a braggart. All talk. No follow-through.”
He could see from here the sudden tilt of her chin. Another laugh welled in him as she stalked over to the banister, her movements jerky with spite. She was too easy.
But she didn’t hop up on the railing quite as easily as he had. Of course. Her skirts would impede her.
Concern overlaid his amusement. “Don’t,” he said. “I was only jesting. You’re not dressed for—“
She launched herself down.
He made an aborted movement to mount the stairs. But she was moving too quickly; he would be as likely to knock her off as catch her. His mind began to calculate the best place to position himself on the ground floor, so that when she fell backward and came tumbling down, he could break the fall—
And she whooped. “Here I come,” she cried and he realized she was going to make it.
Laughing himself—from relief as much as from delight—he stepped backward to provide her space to land.
She made nearly a perfect dismount. But the speed caught up to her, so that she came stumbling forward, right into his arms.
No, he thought—a perfect dismount all around

There are so many amazing little bits in there, but I think one of the best is the way she shows how Adrian is comfortable with Justine seeing all the parts of him--from letting his English slip to finally telling her that he prefers gin to brandy--and even drinking gin when he's watching her, afraid to go talk to her. He's so much more romantic than I had expected, actually, that was a big surprise to me. I also really liked when he told Justine that whether they remained lovers was always up to her--thus saying that he was never going to break it off--probably not even realizing that was what he was saying. (And I was also amused and touched by two young Adrian things--when he was 19--being faithful to her but not being willing to admit it under torture, and being under what is clearly a delusion, that Doyle has no idea what his connection to the Police Secrete is. She makes Adrian so tough so young that its nice to see those adolescent bits of him.)
I also can't think of a romance which is so much about the hero and his journey, can you? Romance is so often about the woman...


Has anyone else read it? What did you think?
What worked for you and what didn't?

Mostly though I loved it because, as usual, her characters manage to be at the same time both totally unpredictable and totally consistent with themselves! Not a dull sentence in the book.


I'm reading Black Hawk. I have a feeling it will be like Forbidden Rose--the first time through, I'm so caught up in the story that I miss things, and then every time I read it its richer. I just love how she writes.






Hm. Often when I don't like a book I can say exactly why, but this time its more that there wasn't anything that worked for me. Usually Toni Blake's characters click--for me, and with eachother. These two just didn't. They were not particularly appealing to me as people and I couldn't really see their appeal for eachother. I don't know that I can put it any better than that.

I also read the two Balogh re-releases that just came out; The Famous Heroine and the Plumed Bonnet.
Boy, there is no one like Balogh. I was fascinated by both of them. I wasn't quite sold on the HEA of the Famous Heroine--I mean, I believe the hero liked his wife and was very attracted to her, but not that he was head over heels for her. (And maybe we weren't supposed to believe that he was head over heels?) But I was fascinated by how the story played out. I also really liked the Plumed Bonnet--I did feel like she ended it a little abruptly, but it was classic Balough and well worth reading.



I just went through all my pre-orders and while there are some books I'm really eager to read coming out, none of them are specifically Christmas books. One option might be for someone (Janga?) to offer some great old Christmassy books that we can pick between. Or I'm perfectly willing to wait for Hoyt until December--I will happily reread it so its fresh in my mind...