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I'm reading The Promise of Jenny Jones, by Maggie Osborne. Her plots are so unusual and her characters are such strong women, I really like them (although usually there is a plot flaw you could drive a truck through, I'm afraid--in this one, if the mom has consumption, why didn't she take her daughter to the father herself before she got so ill?)
Also the Bride of Willow Creek -- which I like although, again, its hard to believe the hero didn't ask for a divorce instead of waiting for the heroine to do so given that he falls in love with, lives with and has children with another woman...


I'm not sure this will carry the emotional impact of her first couple of books...but everythign she writes is beautiful and catches me up from the first page.
After that I think I'm going to try to read into my non-fiction TBR pile until the end of month releases--I'm waiting for a whole bunch of books then.

For those who are new to the group, don't give away the answer! I'll post it Tuesday night.
“Ah, we’ve arrived. Thank you for accompanying me home, heroine. Once I alight, the coachman will take you to your own home. I bid you good night.”
She was terribly tempted to simply leave him here. He’d taunted and prodded her like a little boy poking sticks at a caged monkey, purely for his own amusement. And yet when he stood and swayed, half slumping against the carriage doorway, she jumped up.
“I loathe you, hero” heroine said through gritted teeth as she took his arm.
“So you’ve informed me already.”
“I am not finished.” She staggered as he leaned heavily against her. A young footman opened the carriage door, and he immediately took Hero’s other arm to help him down. “You’re an impossibly rude man, without morals or even manners, as far as I can see.”
“Oh, stop, I beg you, heroine,” hero grunted. “You’ll turn my head with this flattery.”
“And,” heroine continued, ignoring his words, “you’ve behaved abominably to me since the moment we met—when you broke into my home, might I remind you.”
Hero had made it to the street, where he paused, panting, his hand on the shoulder of the young footman who gaped at the two of them. “Is there a point to this diatribe, or are you merely venting your spleen?”
“I have a point” heroine said as she helped him up the steps to his imposing town house. “Despite your treatment of me and your own foul personality, I intend to stay with you until a doctor sees to you.”
“Flattered thought I am by your martyrish impulses, heroine, I have no need of your help. Bed and a brandy will no doubt see me right.”
“Really?” Heroine eyed the idiot man, swaying on his own doorstep. Sweat dripped down his reddened face, the hair at his temples was plastered to his head, and he literally shook against her.
In one swift move, heroine elbowed him in his wounded shoulder.
“God’s blood! Hero doubled over, choking.
“Send for a doctor,” heroine ordered the butler, who was standing wide-eyed at the door next to another footman.”Hero is ill. And you two”—“she jerked her chin at the footmen—“help hero to his bedroom.”
“You,” gasped hero, “are a vindictive harpy, madam.”
“No need to thank me,” heroine said sweetly. “I’m merely doing my Christian duty.



Susan, I thought the Dreyer was good, although emotionally hard to take--it took a long time to like the hero and get past his treatment of the heroine. The teaser for this next book looks really interesting.



