Elizabeth Bramwell

1.5 stars

"Whatever you do, my friend, do not tell Amelia she's your favorite horse" I think this was my best line in the book. A quick read being a novella but nonetheless a quite confusing one. I didn't empathize with the male lead and felt there was something a little artificial about his artlessness. Amelia on the other hand I liked as I did Lydia.
I also think this is the start of a series and there were therefore a host of other characters introduced which did not do much good for the character development of our leads nor their story.

All in all, a quick painless read.

Thanks Netgalley for the ARC… (plus d'informations)

Shocking the aristocracy.
I was a bit out of my comfort zone here, not being much of a romance lover, but after a slightly slow start, this turned into a fun read. Apparently Dashing, in Regency England, meant a bit forward and shocking - not that it seems it takes much for a woman to shock the aristocracy, while men can do whatever they want.
Abigail Merriweather has been widowed at a young age and is invited by her friend Emma, to join her and her husband in London for 'the season'. Certain members of the 'Ton' (I had to google that term, it means the London aristocracy of the time), took a dislike to Abbie for her exploits. She is baffled as to how she has offended anyone, but she is from Yorkshire and unfamiliar with the ways of London.
She is a fabulous character and a great starting point for all manner of intrigue.

I liked that although this was a romance, it didn't involve anything more than kissing.
The narrator did a good job, though for some reason I felt she sounded older than the characters she was reading, which threw me a bit.
These characters were the same age as my kids, I was just imagining them behaving as Regency aristocracy.

There is an interesting Afterword to the book, where the author explains how she came to write the Regency Romps Series - she wrote them for her mother, a lover of Georgette Heyer. Her mother had read every GH book multiple times, so Ms Bramwell wrote a Heyeresque novel for her mother for a gift. I thought that was so cool.… (plus d'informations)