Royal Affair is the first novel in a new contemporary romance series by author Parker Swift. Royal Affair is a refreshingly new story with a fresh romance trope, a modern day titled gentleman becomes enamored with a bright young woman and the connection between the pair morphs into a romance…. Read more »
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
This review will be a little different from my others since I didn’t finish it, but I didn’t classify this one as a DNF. So quick version is that I love this series but I’m not caught up in it. You can’t read this book without reading the previous books…. Read more »
I recently read the newest book in the Maiden Lane series, Duke of Sin. It was fantastic, intriguing and decadent. I was offered the chance to to read the first book in the series, so of course I said yes. But I didn’t love this one. I’m definitely glad this… Read more »
I haven’t read any of the Maiden Lane books, although they’ve been on my to-read list for years, but this caught my attention enough to read out of order. (I asked around, and readers who’ve read it and the rest said I’d be okay, but just to know that Valentine… Read more »
A couple years ago, several friends recommended this book to me. The back of the book makes it sound like something I’d love! So I downloaded it, but before I read it, another friend told me she thought it read a lot like one of my books. That sort of… Read more »
Let me just get this off my chest and then we can move on with the review. Let’s take stock: 1) Audrey works for a high profile Senator who is being lobbied for funding by groups who are pretty big power players with shady dealings. 2) She works for the… Read more »
I started with “Law Man” and then worked my way around. Kind of made it fun getting to go back and see how the people you meet while reading Mitch and Mara’s story, get together. I like interwoven series where each book focuses on one set of characters but you… Read more »
Emily watched her friend weave through the crowd of broad-shouldered Cavalrymen and toward the captain. Alone at the bar, Emily twirled her wine in the glass, staring into the swirling pale golden liquid.
She sipped her wine and glanced around the wide open space, feeling the warmth. She was comfortable in this place. A drink after work. A good friend. This was a good life. It was simple. It had purpose. So much better than the complicated mess she’d left behind.
She lifted her glass, savoring the freedom of her rebellion. She might not fit into her uniform just right but she fit here among these soldiers better than she’d ever fit back home.
She saw Olivia gyrating slowly with the captain across the dance floor. Her friend’s movements were slow and sensual, a sultry undulation that spoke of power and of sex. She smiled at her friend’s pleasure. It was enough that Emily could enjoy another’s happiness. She’d come here tonight to relax, to help Olivia celebrate.
“You don’t come here often, do you?”
Emily glanced at the man who’d appeared at her shoulder. He’d been standing with the group of captains that Olivia had just infiltrated.
“Not really,” she said, sipping her drink. She thought about easing away, putting space between where their upper arms touched.
Personal space much? she thought.
“Are you here with friends?” he asked. She caught a heavy scent of beer from his direction, beer mixed with cigar smoke. It was not unpleasant.
She glanced over at Olivia. “Yeah.”
“Not up for company?”
She smiled and finally glanced back at him. “Not really. Thank you though.”
He brushed the tip of his hat with two fingers. “My pleasure, ma’am.”
He swaggered off, leaving her alone at the bar. That had been nice. Too bad she wasn’t interested. Once upon a time, she might have danced but there was something missing from the way he’d carried himself.
He was missing that power that Sergeant Iaconelli wore like it was second nature.
She shook her head and took a long sip of her wine. She’d done nothing but argue with the man but now she was thinking about him in a way that was purely unprofessional.
The heavy iron door swung open at that moment and Emily’s breath caught in her throat.
“Speak of the devil,” she muttered.
Reza Iaconelli stood in the doorway, his gaze scanning the room as though he was taking a headcount. What was it about the man that he was always walking through doors at the wrong time? And this time, his gaze swept the bar and landed directly on her.
His eyes lit up, his mouth flattened. Just a faint flicker, but it was enough to tell her he’d recognized her.
And the familiar hostility was gone.
Her mouth went dry and she took another sip. He wasn’t going to come over. It was going to be fine.
They would keep the rampant hostility and no lines would be blurred.
It would be fine, right?
Except that he was now coming over. Weaving through the crowd, his Stetson adding to his height.
What the hell was she supposed to do about that? The closer he got, the more her stomach flipped beneath her ribs.
She was too tired to fight. And the alcohol would probably allow her to say something that she’d regret come Monday.
His clean white shirt accented his shoulders and made his skin look darker, more appealing. His face was shadowed by the brim of the Stetson.
He was there. A short space separated them. He radiated something—a power.
She was doomed.
Oh wow! A ginger, blacksmith, shy, virgin hero? I’m so in! This novella may be a part of Kristen Callihan’s Darkest London series, but it works well on its own. And I really loved it. Aidan Evernight is betrothed to Luella Ballyloch and he wants none of it. But he… Read more »
It had me because the growing relationship between Lanie and Hop is quite lovely actually. Here are two people not looking for the very thing that’s happening: love. Both of them come from broken homes and really screwed up past relationships so then being gun shy about entering into any… Read more »