Status Updates From Three Weddings and a Murder

3 historical romances, then a modern one. WTF?

Cold, stalkerish heroine. She pockets a couple of strands of her husbands hair? Hubby has PTSD and needs to sleep with his back to a wall, so he sleeps on pallet on floor. Can't you just push the bed against the wall? Zero spark in this book.

I am not prepared for the cruelties of Monday. So I'm sneak-reading this [and um listening to the PACIFIC RIM soundtrack] to get me through the day.

It took him a moment to comprehend what she had said. Without hope of return, she had sold everything she had to keep him safe. He found himself blinking furiously. Dust. There was too much dust in this damned office.

“You could have waited,” she said. “I asked you to wait. Wait until you had a trade of your own, until you could provide for us without begging your parents. But no. It always had to be now—today, and not tomorrow; this month, and never next year. Don’t tell me I didn’t love you. You weren’t willing to hold off a few years for something that mattered so deeply to me.”