This was so much fun.
Clever and marvelously explicit as always, but THE CHATEAU has a slightly different feel than the original Originals–a little more action, a little more intrigue, and a whole lotta King.
We go back in time, to a younger Kingsley, on a mission that takes us to a castle themed after The Story of O, only now the roles are reversed, and Madame’s women rule the rooms at the chateau.
King is 24, and full of…er, spunk, so to speak, but we get a deeper PoV that makes us bleed for him, and fall in love that much harder as he unravels the mystery and risks getting unraveled himself.
I was so lucky to get an early version of this one, and it might be my favorite so far. I hope we get more bawdy thrillers starring our favorite filthy Frenchman.
THE CHATEAU comes out June 5th–you can pre-order it on amazon over here.
This book gives all the funny.
I laughed so hard.
Tiffany Haddish’s memoirs hurt like a kick to the stomach. She pulls no punches–on the reader, on herself. And a lot of that pain, I know. Most women know betrayal of some kind. Most of us have dealt with physical abuse.
And still we find a way eventually laugh again–at ourselves, and the irony of, well, life.
Because it really is some funny shit.
Sometimes the book runs like gonzo stand-up, like the chapter about her days as a pimp–which had me rolling so hard the cat came running to see what was wrong. At the end there’s a Rolodex file of introductory anecdotes of celebrity comedians–and holy crap, she totally calls out Dave Chappelle. And once she licked Arsenio Hall’s face and he tastes like–
Oh, just go read it.
Afterward you’ll want to hang out with Tiffany and Jada Smith and get life lessons about a designer handbag with a dog on it, and walk around grinning all day about how funny life is, even when it hurts.
Finishing school taught Amelia Wheeler how to put on a well-mannered performance—when she’s not bored and looking for trouble. Lady Grantham’s is behind her and now it’s time for Amelia to keep her promise to her dying mother: marry a title and leave her wild days behind.
That promise would be much easier to keep if Nate Smythe hadn’t just reappeared in a London ballroom. The son of an impoverished sailor, Nate—Natty, as he used to be called—has grown up to become handsome, rich and polished. He claims to be looking for a proper bride who can advance his business interests, but that doesn’t stop him from seeking out Amelia every chance he gets. Challenging her. Kissing her.
Suddenly, struggling against her simmering passion is the least of Amelia’s problems—one of her titled suitors is hiding a desperate secret that could stop Amelia from pleasing her parents or finding happiness with Nate. As a weeklong house party threatens to derail her hard-won future, Amelia must decide: fight against disaster or act like the lady she’s promised to become?
I love Amanda Weaver’s writing, but especially her historical romances. This follow up to A DUCHESS IN NAME is even better than the first. Amelia is a blast to read, and reminds me of some Amanda Quick’s heroines: intelligent, rebellious and fun. And Nate is handsome and dashing and earnest, in all the ways he should be. The marvelous Genevieve Grantham returns, as well as shrewish Kitty Ponsoy.
What sets this book above many others in the Regency genre is the acknowledgement of how difficult and unfair women had it during the time period, when men decided the fate of their daughters and wives and appearances were everything–not everything is ribbons and bows–but how Amelia foils the Society “system” with its own rules is so fun to read.
Weaver’s books are also hotter than most; the bedroom (or carriage) door is left wide open, letting us in to some sexy scenes and hilarious and intimate conversations.
I can’t wait for the third, and I hope the series goes on for many more.
“I am surrounded on all sides by a desert. A guest, in a prison of sand and sun. My family is here. And I do not know whom I can trust.”
In a land on the brink of war, Shahrzad has been torn from the love of her husband Khalid, the Caliph of Khorasan. She once believed him a monster, but his secrets revealed a man tormented by guilt and a powerful curse—one that might keep them apart forever.
The follow up to the Wrath and the Dawn was a more satisfying read for me, though not as riveting. While I found the story and the characters much more intriguing with less of the blatant Twilight structure, I missed the marvelous tension between Shazi and Khalid.
A lovely new addition to the story was the character of Artan, who might be a djinn, or perhaps an ifreet. He’s cantankerous and challenges Shazi at every opportunity. Their interaction brings back what Ahdieh writes best-and what I missed while Shazi and Khalid were separated-the banter and antagonism that leaves you grinning and rooting for both sides.
Irsa stole the story. Her characterization and conflict was fresh and realistic and heartfelt-the little sister’s struggle to understand the drama swirling around her. I hope we get a book with her own story, set in this marvelous world.
In my ever-quest to get fit–no body self shaming here, I’m big-big boned Scandi gal with a Viking ass, but I’ve got bad knees and the more weight I lose the better they feel–I’ve started walking again.
I subscribed to Audible, so that I could conquer my Goodreads challenge of a book a week, and hopefully get excited about trudging through my neighborhood while avoiding all the goose poo on the sidewalk.
My first narrated book might have been the wrong choice. NEANDERTHAL SEEKS HUMAN was cute, and there were things I loved, like the knitting group that drinks wine more than they cast on. Janey and Quinn are frustrating and oblivious to their obvious affections, which is a theme I enjoy, but the narration really grated on me.
I think this book was written to be a tongue-in-cheek contemporary romance, with a sarcastic stream of consciousness PoV. I might have enjoyed reading it, but the inner snarkiness was lost in the sweet-voiced vocal translation, especially with no variance with the repetition. (The blinking. So much blinking. And I began to count how many times the phrase SirMcHotPants was used during my lap around the block.) I also wish the narrator had not tried so hard with the accents–after living in both Appalachia and New England–I was wincing at the Boston and the Tennessee affectations.
I’ll recommend this book (the e-book or the hardcopy) to my college-aged daughter and her friends.
Maybe I just need to get used to narrated stories. Anybody got any suggestions for Audible books?
I’ve enjoyed Jeanette Grey’s writing for a while, but I really loved her Art of Passion series.
SEVEN NIGHTS TO SURRENDER starts in Paris, with a tentative young woman with a sketchbook, and a jaded pick-up artist. Both Kate and Rylan are running from their past and choices they have to make. He’s ridiculously bold, and she sees through him, but their mutual attraction leads to a trip to a museum and explorations in bed.
The sex is lovely and hot, and the emotional arc is the perfect balance of “aawww” and “I-want-to-slap-these-two-upside-the-head” but my favorite parts are the descriptions of the artistic process Kate goes through on her creative self-discovery.
EIGHT WAYS TO ECSTASY starts with a bang (er-sorry-nah, not sorry) where the first book left us, in New York, where Rylan and Kate have to figure out their relationship in the real word, beyond their fantasy in Paris. Instead of running from the messes they’ve inherited from their parents, they must deal with them, while caught up in their own turbulent need for the other.
Again, the sex is beyond steamy, but this time I was especially drawn to Rylan’s emotional journey and his coming to terms with his family and his father’s dubious legacy. One chapter involving an art gallery, some high-octane jealousy and the backseat of a Bentley was particularly awesome.
I’d recommend the Art of Passion series to anyone who enjoys a sultry New Adult romance, has been to art school, or walked up the steps to Sacré-Cœur.