Status Updates From The Duke's Sister And I

I expected it, so I’m not in my feels about it as much. Ok. Time to find out what’ll happen next.

I was expecting a fade to black moment but. Well. U go ladies!!!! Happy for you!

Me, an introvert, reading about the secret super parties like: count me in!

They’re cute lol.

Not illegal, but feels illegal: glossing over the first kiss. I don’t need 124 paragraphs of description, but omg. ): The build up was so good too!

Handholding. <3

“[…]She wanted to stand in Charlotte’s gaze again,” Oh, I’m sure you do!

Palate cleanser before I start the book that won in my poll lol

Not getting why everyone hates Cecil so much & acts like he’s some Big Bad Baddie. Dude’s a blustering blowhard who thinks entirely too much of himself, but there are lots of people like Cecil floating around in the world. Being a self-important mansplainer is annoying, yes, but it’s not villainy per se.

This is cute & well-written, but it’s also incredibly slow with no real action. Not every Regency needs the equivalent of car chases or Viking sieges, but *something* needs to happen. And if that *something* isn’t sex (this is closed door/fade to black), then it needs a solid arc of activity to bolster the emoting.

‘Charlotte felt exposed & sensitive, like a peeled fruit. There was no tough exterior to protect her now &, depending on what Loretta said next, she could end up bruised.’

‘That might have been enough to dam Loretta’s stream of thoughts, which was always rushing beneath the surface but never shared. It might have been enough, that was, if not for the smile that curved into Charlotte’s round face like a crescent moon in the early dawn sky. And all at once, beneath that moon, Loretta’s thoughts & wants & very being were as helpless as the tides.’

‘In the shadow of this perfect Loretta’s glowing skin & effortless beauty, & the tightly styled hair that spilled no stray curl, the Loretta of the unpainted world felt bare. Inadequate. Scrutinized by a better version of herself. This was the image she was meant to portray &, with effort, the image she would someday become.’

‘Had Charlotte been a man, some might have called her a rake, a rascal, even a scoundrel. But Charlotte was not a man, & there was no equivalent word for women with devilish desires. There was no word for women with desires at all.’