I don’t remember much. Oops! That’s the crux of not writing reviews as you read. My notes don’t help me in this case… they’re rather illegible, lol. I just remember that the hero’s apology and remorse were believable, and that I liked it.
____Ratings____
Plot: 2 📚📚 Some plot.
World Building (Immersion): 3 🌍🌍🌍 Submerged.
Angst: 2 👹👹 Having your arm pinched.
Funniness: 2 🌝🌝 I laughed inwardly
Scariness: ❎ Not scary.
Romance: 4 💖💖💖💖 Very romantic
Spice: 2.5 🌶️🌶️💫 Between poetic and explicit
Goriness: ❎ No gore
Sadness: 1.5 🥲💫 A twinge
Overall Star Rating: 4.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💫 On the edge of glory.
🚨🚨🚨🚨 SPOILERS 🚨🚨🚨🚨
____Romance Information:____
Safe.
There is a long separation, but the hero had no one over that time period
Hear it from the stud himself:
“I am telling you that the last time I took a woman to my bed was well over a decade ago,” he said, and he watched the confession settle into her chest along with a shudder. Watched her eyes waver with it. Watched her struggle against it and herself in turn.“I don’t believe you,” she whispered, finally, maddeningly.That was it. The very last accusation he was willing to withstand for her sake; the last bit of nonsense she would ever convince herself of. “I am sick unto death,” he snapped, “of not being believed.”
The heroine is inexperienced… as usual.
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🚨🚨🚨🚨 SPOILERS 🚨🚨🚨🚨
Some ( Very Random) Moments of Notice Along With (Sometimes) My Very Live Reactions Straight From My Notes App to You:
📌 “He was in every way a perfect gentleman, and Lottie—Well, Lottie had been in love with him for years”
>😬 I just read a book that had that same exact situation and it did not end well
📌 “Mama’s eyes look too closely placed, as if she had too much face and not enough features with which to fill it.”
>that is one way to say that 🧐
Excerpt From
The Lady Unmasked
Aydra Richards
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📌 “But her bent head revealed the smooth line of her neck, bared with that mass of vibrant red curls pinned up, and there just at her nape was a splash of freckles that looked just like the constellation Cassiopeia.”
>Homegirl, has Orion and Cassiopeia as freckles why can on I be organized like that? I feel with a couple more in my back I could have Pegasus as a freckle tramp stamp 🤣
📌 “The stars in her eyes she had always had when she looked at him had gone cold and pale, dying between one breath and the next.It was a quiet sort of death; soundless, really. Just a small, silent slip into eternity. And he knew that that was what her wounded face would become to him—eternal”
>This made me irrationally tear up and now I am invested
📌 “The very next day, he left London.The day after, he left England.And he would not return for ten years.”
> WHAT?
WHY?!
GO MAKE THINGS RIGHT?!!
📌 “His careful circumspection was shaky this evening, and it was an effort not to let his gaze linger upon Lottie for too long. He had been in love with her for at least a year; possibly longer even than that, though it had taken some time for him to acknowledge it as such.”
>OH MY GOSH THE FEELING ARE MUTUAL SINCE WHENNNNNNNNSHURHDHDHDJD
📌 “I beg your pardon, sir,” she said at last, her voice crystalline and pleasant. “Have we been introduced?”
>Shheheheheh I take perverse gladness in this 👹👹😈😈
📌 “After all, he had simply left—it had been so simple a thing for him to escape. A man could always run from the wreckage he’d caused, ignore it, let it fester in the wake of his carelessness.”
>You better give him hell for it
📌 “I suppose much has changed since I’ve been away. I would not have expected Lottie to come into fashion.” Society’s taste, by and large, had never run to women of considerable height or hair of any hue brighter than perhaps a pale strawberry blond. Lottie had been decidedly out of fashion since her debut—what had changed?Albert’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly—but Simon had frequented locales far more dangerous than his mother’s dining room, and had come to know a threat when he sensed it. And Albert had not liked his insinuation. “What, exactly, do you mean by that?”
>POINTS FOR ALBERT, wreak him!!!
📌 “…arranged precisely in the formation of the constellation Lyra.”
>Seriously? Another constellation?? Maybe SHE has the Pegasus tramp stamp 🤔
📌 “I taught it to her,” Mother whispered, as if she could sense the very bent of Simon's thoughts, and there was a sliver of agony in her voice, of self-recrimination. “I taught her to hold her head up again, to let criticism flow off of her as if it had never connected at all. Only, I think she took the lesson a little too well. I never meant—I never intended—”She had never intended for Charlotte to smother herself beneath that placid façade. She had never intended for Charlotte to lose herself beneath it, buried so deeply that there was nothing of truth in her eyes, nothing of sincerity in her face.”
>Your mom is a real one
📌 “Her pulse fluttered above the neckline of her gown, and there, tucked into the hollow of her throat in a cluster of freckles was the constellation Pegasus.”
>I MADE ONE JOKE AND I CANT BELIEVE I MANIFESTED IT 🤣🤣🤣🤣
📌 “She swayed—just slightly—and her breath wheezed in her throat, at once shocked, surprised…titillated.“Wh—what are you doing?”“What else? Supplicating.”
>BOYYY YOU DO HAVE SOME GAME
📌 “I want you to give me your joy, your pride, your pleasure. And I want you to trust me with your pain, your anger, your grief.” The words seemed to dissolve like a film of bubbles, sinking into her skin as well as her ears. “And then, Lottie, when you can understand that you can trust me with those things—I will have your love again. I still have hope for that.”
📌 “The to-do,” he said, “is absolutely crucial to my nefarious scheme.”“Your…nefarious scheme?” Her voice trembled over the words as he parted the fabric of her gown and tugged it down her shoulders, trapping her arms within the sleeves of her gown.“Oh, yes. You may have heard whispers of it a time or two—to make my wife fall in love with me. Truly, abjectly depraved.”
📌 “Albert made a sound of aggravation, shooting Simon a jealous glance. “That’s hardly fair,” he said. “Harriet, let me inside just once before you open. I’m dying of curiosity.”“Then perish,” Harriet said, tilting her nose up haughtily as her husband sputtered his annoyance.Lady Bridmoore gave a delicate sigh, a moue of discontent pursing her lips. “I suppose I must also confess to curiosity,” she said. “And don’t you dare tell me to perish, Harriet—I am your mother”
>LOLLL