Monday, February 13, 2017

BLOG TOUR: Darcy's Hope at Donwell Abbey by Ginger Monette ~ Review

Book Blurb: 1917. Amidst the chaos of WW1, Captain Fitzwilliam Darcy has won the heart of Elizabeth Bennet. Finally.

Then she disappears.

Still reeling from the loss, Darcy is struck by a battlefield tragedy that leaves him in a dark and silent world.

Sent to Donwell Abbey to recover, he's coaxed back to life by an extraordinary nurse. A woman whose uncanny similarities to Elizabeth invite his admiration and entice his affections.

His heart tells him to hold on to Elizabeth. His head tells him to take a chance with his nurse.

But Donwell Abbey holds a secret that just might change everything.

Escape to the era of Downton Abbey in this enthralling stand-alone sequel* to Darcy's Hope ~ Beauty from Ashes that includes appearances by John Thornton, Margaret Hale, Colonel Brandon, Marianne Dashwood, and descendants of George Knightley.

My Review: So due to a misunderstanding on the part of a newspaper reporter and Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth runs away from Darcy at the beginning of the book. I really wish that she would have waited until Darcy's leave so she could have talked to him about it. But then we wouldn't have the premise of this book. There wasn't alot of action in this book. It's mainly about Elizabeth taking care of him (while pretending to be a different woman) while he recovers from his injuries. There is two scheming aunts in this book instead of the customary one, which I love. The ending to me seemed to rush the healing of his temporary blindness and I would have loved to see the reunion between Jane and Lizzy but that was not to be. I would recommend reading Darcy's Hope before reading this book as there is a lot of things you won't get if you haven't read that one.

The Darcy's Hope duology is a set of books that you shouldn't miss if you're a fan of Pride and Prejudice variations.

* I received an advanced copy of the book from the author. All opinions are my own.

Link to Darcy's Hope ~ Beauty From the Ashes 

Rating: ★★★★☆

Author Bio: Winner of Charlotte Mecklenburg Library's 2015 “Picture This” grand prize, Ginger lives with her family in Charlotte, North Carolina, where she enjoys dancing on the treadmill, watching period dramas, public speaking, and reading—a full-length novel every Sunday afternoon.





Tuesday, February 07, 2017

BLOG TOUR: Snowbound at Hartfield by Maria Grace ~ Review + Excerpt

I received an advanced copy of this book from the author.

Book Blurb: Colonel Fitzwilliam anticipates his retirement from the army with a mix of dread and despair. Even as the unexpected heir to an estate, a bachelor's life holds little appeal.

On the way to see his estate with Darcy and Elizabeth,an unexpected blizzard forces them to take shelter at Hartfield, where he must endure the wedded bliss of the Knightleys.

Their happiness would be too much to bear, but for the company of another refugee from the weather, an attractive, accomplished, appealing spinster by the name of Elizabeth Elliot.

Can something come of this unlikely meeting, or with Sir Walter Elliot's urgent errand tear them apart before they can even begin?

Excerpt

Elizabeth Elliot’s maid secured a final curl with a pin and tucked a bit of ribbon into her coiffure. “Is this what you wanted, Miss?”

The affected French accent was annoying, but it allowed both of them to maintain the illusion that she could afford a French maid.

Elizabeth examined her profile in the mirror and patted her hair. “Yes, yes, that is very good.”

“Will there be anything else, madam? Your wool shawl perhaps?” She tucked the shawl around Elizabeth’s shoulders.

“Yes, that will do nicely. You may go now.” She rose and stepped back until she could see her entire reflection.

Her posture was still perfect, as elegant and columnar as a fashion plate. Her gown was several seasons from being the height of fashion, but the current company did not seem the type to take notice of that fact, especially if she wore it well.

Winds raged outside, but the guest room was warm and snug. Yes, it was furnished rather plainly, but plain and well-maintained had become increasingly appealing.

How Anne would laugh if she knew.

She turned this way and that. Her skirt swished, the candlelight glinting off the deep blue fabric. It looked very well in the evening light. Was it foolish to look forward to the company this evening? A dinner without pretense, without concern for being in the right company, without the sense of performing for an unknown audience—when was the last time that had happened?

All their social engagements in Bath had been about making connections, being seen with connections, being good connections. Never about being good company or enjoying good company. That concern evaporated with William Elliot’s defection to Penelope.

After all this time, one would think his name would not still raise a pang in her heart. But one would be wrong.

Lady Russell had been correct. Anne should have been enough company for her.

But Anne was dull; she did not care for company, and she was ever going on about budgets and economy. Penelope enjoyed shopping and parties and always agreed with her. Of course she would choose her friend over her sister.

What a mistake.

Had Anne been there in Bath from the beginning, Mr. Elliot would never have met Penelope. Even if he had formed an attachment to Anne, it would have ended in their marriage. Anne would never have been set up as a mistress. While it would have been her younger sister established as mistress of Kellynch, eyebrows would be raised, but it all would have been respectable and without scandal.

She sat on the edge of the bed and dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief.

It all could have been prevented.

She knew better now. Would her vow to listen to advice, even unpleasant advice, make any difference? Would Providence approve her pledge to value mundane qualities like honesty, constancy, and activity matter at all? If only she could prove her earnestness. Surely that would count in her favor, would it not?

These new acquaintances offered the perfect opportunity. They did not know her. She could be the new woman she believed herself to be—one Anne and Lady Russell might approve of—at least a little.

But Father could ruin it all with his … pompous attitudes.

There, she had said the word.

Pompous. Pretentious. Arrogant. Haughty.

Yes, he was titled and in possession—after a fashion—of a lovely country seat. That entitled him to a certain amount of pride, but since they had been forced to leave Kellynch and retrench, his pride had transformed into something more. Something dark and poisonous that tainted every social engagement and even threatened to turn him against her. If something did not change soon, they might well find themselves entirely unwelcome in good company. Worse, he could decide she was no longer a social asset and no longer welcome in his home.

Then what?

All the more reason not to waste the opportunity before her.

She checked the mirror one more time and left.

***

“Brush the coat again.” Fitzwilliam pulled off the garment and handed it back to his valet.

“As you say, sir.” Which was to say he thought it utterly unnecessary, but knew better than to speak it aloud.

That was good enough.

He checked his cravat in the mirror, unchanged from its state moments ago. Just a bit of a tug to straighten the crease. Not quite as perfect as the baronet’s, but it would do.

Sir Walter’s cravat might have been sketched for a valet’s guidebook. Perhaps the baronet’s man could give his own a few pointers.

“Your coat, sir.”

He shrugged the coat over his shoulders and fastened the buttons while staring in the mirror. He turned to the side and examined his profile. Still a passable figure. Not the young man who had left for the army years ago but still respectable. Not fit for a dandy, but that was hardly a desirable image, either.

It was enough.

It was all he had.

With a final tug to his sleeves, he left.

Liza peered out of the hall window, Darcy standing—no, hovering—behind her. Besotted, utterly besotted.

Since his marriage, he rarely permitted much distance between them and did not appreciate it when it was enforced. Mother had made that mistake—once.

Fitzwilliam would have lost his meager fortune betting that Darcy would never be so taken by a woman. Apparently impossible things did happen, at least on occasion.

Winds howled on the other side of the glass, blowing away the tidy mounds of snow that had gathered on the mullions.

“I do not recall ever seeing snowfall like this.” Liza turned away from the window and tucked the curtain back into place. “I fear the storm is growing worse.”

“I expect we may have to impose upon Hartfield’s hospitality another day at least. I would certainly not permit guests to travel under such conditions and cannot imagine Knightley doing differently.” Darcy straightened his coat.

Fitzwilliam strode toward them. “I imagine it will be at least several days before it is safe to travel again.”

Darcy grumbled under his breath.

“I know you do not like delay, but I see little alternative.” She slipped her hand into Darcy’s crooked arm.

“Now you see the value of a broad acquaintance, eh Darcy?” He tilted his head and winked. “Without it, we could be spending the evening and the day ahead at an inn.”

“And if we had relied upon your broad acquaintance, we would be.” Darcy’s eyebrow rose.

Liza snickered under her breath. Darcy would never have made such a remark prior to meeting her. Now he was acting—or at least starting to act—like a Fitzwilliam brother. It took some getting used to.

Perhaps that was part of the reason Father liked Liza so. Even Mother conceded she had her amenable qualities.

She urged them toward the stairs.

Knightley met them in the still over-warm parlor where the Elliots and Bennet awaited. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Sir Walter’s face.

Bennet sported that look he wore around Collins. Did he find Sir Walter as amusing—or as annoying—as Collins? Either was equally possible. Could there be two such ridiculous men in England?

“Mrs. Knightley has already taken her father into the dining room. Shall we follow?” Knightley gestured toward the door.

Mr. Woodhouse sat comfortably at the foot of the table, a loin of pork nearby. Mrs. Knightley presided at the head of the table and acquainted her guests with the various dishes as they sat down.

Her staff deserved praise for pulling together a worthy menu in spite of the short notice and weather, which must have prevented garnering additional supplies. How much credit was due to the housekeeper and how much to Mrs. Knightley? Despite her apparent youth, perhaps there was more to her than first glance would suggest.

Even Sir Walter did not turn up his nose at the courses before him. What greater praise might there be?

Mr. Woodhouse shaved an irregular slice off the pork, his hand shaking so much it was a wonder that the meat was the only thing he cut. He handed Knightley the cutlery. Mrs. Knightley breathed a sigh of relief.

So did Liza.

Someone had once told him that the Chinese did not place knives on the dinner table because it was not a place for weapons. Perhaps they had a point.

A footman brought a plate of gruel and placed it before Mr. Woodhouse.

He leaned back a bit and smiled. “Would anyone else like a plate? Mr. Bennet, Sir Walter, perhaps? My cook makes a most tolerable gruel.”

“Gruel, sir?” Sir Walter’s nose wrinkled.

“Indeed, most healthful for the digestion, you know. I do not at all understand the appeal of so large a meal so late in the day.”

“Your concern for our health is most gracious.” Bennet took several slices of pork. “I imagine, Sir Walter, you do not indulge in a great deal of gruel.”

The footman brought the platter of pork to Sir Walter. “By no means, I think it only appropriate for the sick room.”

Miss Elliot gasped and colored. She sipped her wine, probably to hide her face.

“I imagine it provides a soothing respite from the taxing variety of rich menus.” How did Bennet keep a straight face saying such a thing?

“It does indeed, sir.” Woodhouse lifted a trembling spoon.

“Whilst that might be so,” Fitzwilliam caught Miss Elliot’s eye and gestured to the nearby platters. She nodded, and he served her dainty portions of each. “I am still of a mind and appetite to prefer heartier victuals.”

“Young men usually are,” Woodhouse murmured over his spoon.

“I suppose your refined connections influence your tastes.” Bennet lifted his wineglass toward Fitzwilliam.

“More likely his stays in His Majesty’s army.” Knightley tipped his head. “I have heard officers enjoy very sophisticated tastes.”

Fitzwilliam snorted and rolled his eyes.

Best refrain from further comment.

“Now that you have an estate, will you continue in the army?” Miss Elliot asked.

“I had thought to stay in until I became a general—it is so much finer a title than colonel.”

Liza and Darcy exchanged creased-brow glances. Perhaps that level of sarcasm was not necessary. Miss Elliot had no idea of his experiences nor his opinions.

“In my opinion, colonel is quite as fine a rank as a naval captain. Quite as acceptable. My daughter is married to a Captain Wentworth, brother to Admiral Croft, you know. Excellent connections, both of them.”

But then again, in the baronet’s company, perhaps a healthy dose of sarcasm was essential. “I am pleased you approve of my rank, but I doubt I will retain it much longer. I expect I will have to sell out soon to manage Listingbrook.”

“Will you miss the army?” Was Miss Elliot trying to antagonize him? Her expression seemed very sincere but …

“I think not.” Enough said.

Quite enough.

Sir Walter drained his wineglass and piled more pork on his plate. “I should think a young man like yourself would miss the rigors of military life.”

“But it is so dangerous. How could a sensible man relish that?” Woodhouse’s spoon clattered against his plate.

“Do you miss the quiet of country life now that you are in the smart society of Bath?” Bless Bennet for distracting the conversation.

“Not at all.” Sir Walter sniffed.

Of course, after being forced to retrench, he could hardly admit dissatisfaction, could he?

“At times, I do.” Miss Elliot looked away.

Sir Walter’s eyes bulged, and his face flushed. He did that a great deal. Perhaps he should consult an apothecary about whatever condition caused it.

“So much society can be exhausting at times. Sometimes one longs for the quietude of one’s own home.” Miss Elliot pushed bits of potato around her plate.

She dared disagree with her father in company? The woman had a spine.

Singular, indeed.

“Is that what brings you here to the quiet of our fine countryside?” Knightley gestured for the footman to refill the wineglasses.

Sir Walter pulled himself up a little straighter, his nose in the air. “We are on our way to visit our cousins the Dalrymples at their home. The Dowager Lady and her daughter.”

Miss Elliot’s lip curled as she sipped her wine. Her father might not have seen the gesture, but Fitzwilliam did. He had little affection for the Dalrymples. They had no sense of humor to note. What did Miss Elliot dislike about them?

Mr. Woodhouse dabbed his chin with his napkin. “I do not think much of traveling to see people. Travel occasions all manner of danger from weather and highwaymen and accidents. Oh, I read of the most dreadful accident involving a post coach recently.”

“I believe I read the same account. Entirely shocking. You might be surprised to hear I do not favor travel myself. It is only that my son Darcy is so persuasive that I am here at all.” Bennet winked at Liza.

“Please do not mistake my father’s reticence for travel to suggest you are in any way unwelcome. We do enjoy entertaining guests so very much.” Mrs. Knightley rang a silver bell for the servants. “Shall we ladies repair to the drawing room and allow the men their port?” She rose and led the ladies out.

Miss Elliot trailed half a step behind, shoulders straight and chin up. She really did have an elegant figure.

My Review: I have never really liked Elizabeth Elliot from Persuasion but Ms. Grace did make me change my mind at least for this story. I still don't like Sir Elliot though. The man still hasn't learned to economize though Elizabeth has. I really did enjoy the pairing between her and Colonel Fitzwilliam. I have to say I was getting sort of tired of seeing him paired up with either Jane or Georgiana. This is a sweet little novella that will leave you wanting more.

 Rating: ★★★★☆


Author Bio: Though Maria Grace has been writing fiction since she was ten years old, those early efforts happily reside in a file drawer and are unlikely to see the light of day again, for which many are grateful. After penning five file-drawer novels in high school, she took a break from writing to pursue college and earn her doctorate in Educational Psychology. After 16 years of university teaching, she returned to her first love, fiction writing.

She has one husband and one grandson, two graduate degrees and two black belts, three sons, four undergraduate majors, five nieces, is starting her sixth year blogging on Random Bits of Fascination, has built seven websites, attended eight English country dance balls, sewn nine Regency era costumes, and shared her life with ten cats.

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Thursday, January 26, 2017

REVIEW: Roseblood by A.G. Howard

Book Blurb: Rune, whose voice has been compared to that of an angel, has a mysterious affliction linked to her talent that leaves her sick and drained at the end of every performance. Convinced creative direction will cure her, her mother ships her off to a French boarding school for the arts, rumored to have a haunted past.

Shortly after arriving at RoseBlood conservatory, Rune starts to believe something otherworldly is indeed afoot. The mystery boy she’s seen frequenting the graveyard beside the opera house doesn’t have any classes at the school, and vanishes almost as quickly as he appears. When Rune begins to develop a secret friendship with the elusive Thorn, who dresses in clothing straight out of the 19th century, she realizes that in his presence she feels cured. Thorn may be falling for Rune, but the phantom haunting RoseBlood wants her for a very specific and dangerous purpose. As their love continues to grow, Thorn is faced with an impossible choice: lead Rune to her destruction, or save her and face the wrath of the phantom, the only father he’s ever known.

My Review: I was very excited when I first heard about this book coming out almost 8 months ago. I immediately knew I needed to read it as I am a major Phantom phan. However once I started to read the book I got a little disappointed. I wasn't ready for psychic vampires of all things. I never associated vampires with Phantom of the Opera. The book did lag for me in some parts and I admit I did put it down for a couple of weeks. However the last part of the book did hold my attention more than the rest of it. I really enjoyed how she incorporated the inspirations for the original characters in this story.

This book is not bad it's just a new take/ continuation of the original tale with the paranormal thrown in. Every Phantom phan should at least read this book once in their lifetime.

Rating: ★★★★☆

* I received an advanced copy of the book from the publisher. All opinions are my own.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

REVIEW: The Dragon's Price by Bethany Wiggins

Book one of the Transference series.

Book Blurb: When two warring kingdoms unified against a deadly menace laying waste to both their lands, they had to make a choice: vow to marry their heirs to one another, or forfeit their lives to the dragon.

Centuries later, everyone expects the sheltered princess Sorrowlynn to choose the barbarian prince over the fire-breathing beast—everyone, that is, except Sorrow, who is determined to control her own destiny or die trying.

As she is lowered into the dragon’s chamber, she assumes her life is over until Golmarr, the young prince she just spurned, follows her with the hopes of being her hero and slaying the dragon. But the dragon has a different plan. . . .

If the dragon wins, it will be freed from the spell that has bound it to the cave for centuries. If Sorrow or Golmarr vanquish the dragon, the victor will gain its treasure and escape the cave beneath the mountain. But what exactly is the dragon hiding?

There are no safe havens for Sorrow or Golmarr—not even with each other—and the stakes couldn’t be higher as they risk everything to protect their kingdom.

My Review: Can I say how much I love this book? We get romance, adventure, a handsome horse clan prince and DRAGONS! It really sucks how Sorrow's parents treated her but about almost halfway through the book you find out why they treated her like that. Not that it excuses why they did so. Golmarr was so sweet but also a bad ass prince. I really enjoyed the unique aspect of the transference of power after she gets rid of the fire dragon. This book is definitely worth picking up once it has been released. I'm ready for book two now please.

Rating: 4½  stars out of 5

* I received an advanced copy from NetGalley. All opinions are my own. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

REVIEW: These Vicious Masks by Tarun Shanker & Kelly Zekas


Book Blurb: England, 1882. Evelyn is bored with society and its expectations. So when her beloved sister, Rose, mysteriously vanishes. she ignores her parents and travels to London to find her, accompanied by the dashing Mr. Kent. But they're not the only ones looking for Rose. The reclusive young gentleman Sebastian Braddock is also searching for her, claiming that both sisters have special healing powers. Evelyn is convinced that Sebastian must be mad, until she discovers that his strange tales of extraordinary people are true—and that her sister is in graver danger than she feared.

Jane Austen meets X-Men in These Vicious Masks, the thrilling Victorian adventure from debut authors Tarun Shanker and Kelly Zekas!

My Review: This book really is Jane Austen meets X-Men and it's not bad. The book is surprisingly good. We have our brooding Mr. Darcy character in Sebastian Braddock along with a ton of interesting characters. Though it seemed to me that London was teeming with all these people with powers. The ending was sort of sad with the death of a character that didn't need to die. However a lot of the stuff that happened in this book was very predictable. This book is worth picking up though and worth a read especially if you're a fan of both Jane Austen and the X-Men. Now I want to read the second book in the series.

Rating: 4 ½ stars out of 5