A vulnerable beauty must overcome a bitter man's resentment toward his father and his family before she can claim his heart.
He rode out of the Yorkshire mist, a dark figure on a dark horse. Was he a living man or a nightmare vision, conjured up by her fearful imagination and her uncertain future?
Voices swirled in her head: They say he's more than human. A man's life is in danger when he's around .. . And a woman's virtue.
Repelled yet fascinated, Lucinda found herself swept into a whirlwind courtship. Yet even as his lips set fire to her heart, she could not forget his words of warning on the night they met:
Tread softly, Heed little that you see and hear. Then leave. For God's sake, leave.
Whether he was the lover of her dreams or the embodiment of all she feared, she sensed he would always be her…Devil in the Dark.
Don’t get me wrong...I love my husband...but I’ve spent a lifetime caught in a passionate affair. My lover taunts, teases, enrages, thrills, amuses, and ultimately satisfies. His name? Language. Readers, you know what I’m talking about. Whether written, spoken, or sung, words entice me as no other human invention could ever do. Okay, music is a close second; when you put the two together, the result is sublime.
Like most writers, I came to this devilish profession through a love of reading. I’ve worked as a crime reporter, teacher, librarian - challenges all. They culminated in the creation of stories of my own, both contemporary and historical. My wish is that you let them seduce you
I live in San Antonio with my husband, dote on five grandsons, and travel whenever and wherever I can. My photo was taken on the dock in Liverpool, England, in front of a modern sculpture of a “lamb-banana,” the artist’s whimsical cross between a lamb and a banana. This was shortly before an emotional trip to the boyhood homes of John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
I found this book utterly boring. The characters, the plot, the romance—even the gloomy gothic setting, which should have been a no-brainer, did nothing for me.
The whole setup for the romance was just implausible and stupid. The hero and heroine meet when he randomly comes into her garden (not a euphemism) at night and acts all mysterious and brooding. The next time they meet (again at night) they kiss. He acts overly familiar (in a way that was off even for a romance hero), both physically and by calling each other by their first names almost right away. When they don't even know each other. And of course, everything between them is so dramatic.
The heroine also meets this other guy on the street, and then they immediately go to a cafe and start planning a ball together. Which is weird!!!
Naturally, someone is trying to kill the heroine and the hero has dark secrets of his own, and his eyes are filled with pain. This is about 400 pages long, and it's way too dull for that length. I've only read one other book of this author's, the western romance Desert Fire, which I enjoyed much more than this gothic effort.
The description of the book I am listing below is from the back jacket of the book. I'm adding it because I believe the one on the Goodreads page does not depict this story.
He rode out of the Yorkshire mist, a dark figure on a dark horse. Was he a living man or a nightmare vision, conjured up by her fearful imagination and her uncertain future?
Voices swirled in her head: They say he's more than human. A man's life is in danger when he's around .. . And a woman's virtue.
Repelled yet fascinated, Lucinda found herself swept into a whirlwind courtship. Yet even as his lips set fire to her heart, she could not forget his words of warning on the night they met:
Tread softly, Heed little that you see and hear. Then leave. For God's sake, leave.
Whether he was the lover of her dreams or the embodiment of all she feared, she sensed he would always be her…Devil in the Dark
You know what? Hell yeah, Evelyn you did the damn thing. Something about a gothic, historical romance is gonna get me every freaking time. Evelyn, my dear, I fear you ate and left no crumbs on this one.
I couldn’t put this book down, it had everything you could want in a story. There were parts where I laughed, cried, yelled and blushed, beautifully written and absolutely loved the twist at the end
It is not unusual for this sort of book to be wholly predictable, and the other Candleglow books I have read have been kind of charmingly naff, but something about this one rubbed me the wrong way the whole way through. This was not helped by apparently no-one having given the ebook even a cursory glance before publication. Formatting was avant garde at best, rarely consistent even for the course of a single page, and the typos were not only frequent and disruptive, but also quite glaring even at critical points of the book (such as the finale, when the male lead asks the female lead to Marty him). That said, I frankly can't blame no editor for wanting to read this, so I guess this was always a risk.
This was nice and I enjoyed the gothic vibes. Only problem was that I understood the final twist at the very beginning, so there was really no mystery to what was happening.
This is what happens when you go to your parent's for Christmas and forget to take reading material. I wouldn't usually read a bodice ripper like this one, but desperate times and all.
The thing that irks me the most is that it could have actually been a really good book! I gave it the benefit of doubt and approached it as though I enjoyed the gene. And once you get past the heaving bosoms there is a decent story there.
If only it were written by someone else.
As it stands, I'm sure this is a perfectly adequate book for people who enjoy a good throbbing manhood, but I couldn't help thinking about how much better this would have been if tackled with a bit more depth, focus and passion! Diana Gabaldon could have done this story proud.
The bones are all there for a good book, but unfortunately it needed a great deal more flesh.
Mainly, I'm just pissed because it actually coulda been good. And---okay, fine, I guess it's a spoiler...at least I guess the writer would consider it so, so I'll mark it as such: