I devoured Midnight Rendezvous like a secret indulgence I didn’t want to end. Stacy Reid just gets me—every time I open one of her historical romances, I know I’m going to be swept into something lush, emotionally raw, and achingly romantic. And this one? Oh, it broke me in the best way.
From the start, I felt for Lady Penelope. That sense of being trapped by expectation, of duty hanging over every decision—girl, I’ve been there (okay, maybe not with a duke involved, but emotionally? Absolutely). She’s so proper, so composed, but underneath it all, she’s craving one thing that’s truly hers. And when she reaches for it in the form of Alexander Sutton… Whew. I swear, my heart stuttered right along with hers.
Alexander is every kind of temptation rolled into one scandalous, emotionally guarded package. That man has a way of saying everything with just a look—or a devastatingly timed kiss. Their midnight meetings? Be still my swooning heart. They’re passionate, yes, but they’re also so full of need and longing, it almost hurts to read. (In the “I stayed up way past midnight clutching my Kindle and whispering ‘just one more chapter’ kind of way.)
What I loved most was how their connection felt like a slow unraveling. Every touch, every word, felt stolen and dangerous, and yet… it was also healing. For both of them. And when the consequences started closing in? I was right there with Penny, wanting her to choose herself—to be brave, even when it meant defying everything she was raised to believe.
This book had me holding my breath, wiping away tears, fanning myself, and rooting so hard for a love that shouldn't work—but needed to.
If you love forbidden romance, tortured aristocrats, strong heroines navigating impossible choices, and that delicious, drawn-out anticipation that only Stacy Reid can deliver, Midnight Rendezvous will absolutely wreck and restore you. I’m not exaggerating—I felt every stolen moment in my bones.
More, please. Always more.