2.5 Stars, rounded up due primarily to my obsession for everything Tessa Dare writes :)
Argh, I hate being the lone grinch who's less than enamored with this anthology, but I just wasn't nearly as engaged and enchanted as I'd hoped. I tend to love novellas since I often lack the patience for the drawn out miscommunications and repetitiveness that longer romance novels bring us. Honestly, though, I found the last two of these four stories tedious even as novellas and can't imagine finishing them if they'd been full-length novels. Another thing I often appreciate about anthologies is how the separate stories are clearly or subtly connected. In this case, the only commonality is that each one mentioned shortbread, which...really?!
1. Tessa Dare's novella was written with her usual sparkly, breezy yet intelligent prose, featuring another one of her clever, inspiring heroines and another surly, initially rude yet ultimately decent hero. The ballroom scene between Louisa and James reminded me a lot of Darcy and Elizabeth's infamous first dance in Pride and Prejudice. The story was sweet and mildly humorous (albeit not as witty as most of her longer work) and had a few well-written lines that I highlighted on my Kindle, but even as a huge and probably biased Tessa Dare fan, I can't claim this was among her most memorable and impactful pieces of work. 4/5 stars
2. Objectively, Sarah Maclean's story was extremely well-written and had more depth, insight and substance than one can usually expect from a holiday novella. For whatever strange reason, though, I just didn't fully fall in love with her characters. This might be a story that improves with a second reading for me, because there really is a lot to love about it, especially for those who love second chance romances. 3.5/5
Warning: this is where I get more Grinch-y :)
3. I can't recall whether I've read Sophie Jordan before, but this definitely didn't inspire me to search for her other books. The premise was kind of a 19th century "Home Alone", only involving a sensible yet (of course) plucky heroine and a---you guessed it---grumpy duke and a nearly deserted Scottish castle. Cue highway men and mayhem. This was actually the story I'd been looking forward to most: I'm weirdly obsessed with stories set in castles, and I love the element of mystery/suspense/adventure that the addition of highway men promised to provide. The actual writing made it impossible for me to get into this story or its characters, though, and I had to force myself to finish. 2/5
4. Joanna Shupe - Points for a different setting (NYC) and an original, promising premise (would-be journalist who's famous for her cooking column despite not actually knowing how to cook.) Sadly, this was another story where the characters and writing style just fell completely flat for me, and as those of you patient to read my rambling reviews know, characterization and writing style are the primary reasons I love - or don't love - any given story. 2/5
Overall, these weren't BAD, but I found myself disappointed. I didn't close the book with that goofy smile that the better romances (especially the holiday-themed ones!) tend to provide.
As a minor pet peeve, I wonder why all four stories felt compelled to focus on dukes. The obsession with dukes in this genre is getting a little tiresome for me. It was monotonous enough when nearly every author decided to focus only on titled men (shout out to Theresa Romain and others for writing about - gasp - regular people and shedding some light on how other people lived during that era!). Lately, though, it feels like half the stories out there feature not just mere earls or lords or a marquess, but dukes, the very highest and rarest title. Because heaven forbid the hero not be the *very* richest and most powerful person in all of society...?! Sorry for the rant, but it's just something about the overall genre that's been irking me, and you guys are the only people I can vent to about this issue :)