When the Duke and Daphne meet (a moment you may imagine is romantic) Simon literally cannot stop commenting on her boobs. He is unable to focus on what she is saying – even as she is standing next to an unconscious man – because her breasts really are that perky. It would be comical if it wasn’t so uncomfortable. I couldn’t help but think, ‘Are we really supposed to view him as the novel’s hero?’ Source: Bridgerton the book: blue eyes, boobs and bigotry – The Mancunion
“Victorian Women” Joan Perkin 1993 John Murray Publishers Ltd. UK While writing my new novella, Whitefield Hall, I started to Google a few terms—one of which was gambling in the 19th century. Victorian Women by Joan Perkin came up in the search results, so I clicked on the link. Though it had very little regarding the subject, I started to look at the book and realized that it was a treasure chest of information about the Victorian era and the challenges Victorian women faced. Studying the contents has been an eye-opening experience. I highly recommend it if you’re interested in moving beyond the romance of the era and into reality. What is unique about the book, is that it contains text from women who lived
In the summer, I like to spend my afternoons and sometimes part of my night reading on the bed with the fan switched on full power. This is how I came to read the book entitled ‘Cross the Ocean’ by Holly Bush. It hooked me up instantly both because of the interesting story set up but also due to the intriguing characters. The story involves Miss Gertrude Finch, a distant cousin who lives in America, of Lady Elizabeth Burroughs. Ms. Finch is escorting another relative across the ocean to the old continent and took the opportunity to meet Elizabeth in person after keeping in touch regularly through letters. Whilst being the house guest of the Duke of Burroughs, Ms. Finch meets one of England’s famous
Synopsis: Mathilda Hardwicke, a rebellious artist rejected by her family and New York society, heads west to Gold Rush California as a mail-order bride. But when fate leaves her alone at the altar, she’s drawn to Sakote–a fierce Konkow warrior whose tribe is threatened by the encroaching white men–in whose arms she discovers a savage new Paradise and a forbidden love more precious than gold. Review It seems there is a rising trend in Native American romance novels, and after reading Native Gold, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing at all. The last one I read was awkward in its reconciliation between Western and Native American culture. Often they make light of the cultural beliefs by adding jumping bear references. Campbell doesn’t do this.