Welcome to Really Really Short Reviews were the name is long and the reviews are short! Because sometimes short is that much sweeter. (Also, because I’m really lazy!) And there might be quotes too (lots and lots)! (Because everyone loves quotes, right?) – KIM IS HIJACKING THIS ONE! MWAHAHAHA!
Publisher: Avon (January 27, 2015)
Kindle ebook: 384 pages
Series: Smythe-Smith Quartet #4
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Rating: 4 of 5 stars
Sir Richard Kenworthy has less than a month to find a bride. He knows he can’t be too picky, but when he sees Iris Smythe-Smith hiding behind her cello at her family’s infamous musicale, he thinks he might have struck gold. She’s the type of girl you don’t notice until the second—or third—look, but there’s something about her, something simmering under the surface, and he knows she’s the one.
Iris Smythe–Smith is used to being underestimated. With her pale hair and quiet, sly wit she tends to blend into the background, and she likes it that way. So when Richard Kenworthy demands an introduction, she is suspicious. He flirts, he charms, he gives every impression of a man falling in love, but she can’t quite believe it’s all true. When his proposal of marriage turns into a compromising position that forces the issue, she can’t help thinking that he’s hiding something . . . even as her heart tells her to say yes.
Iris Smythe-Smith has always been an interesting character, so it was great to finally get a book centered around her. She’s sensible, kind, and so easy to fall in love with. The secret behind Sir Richard Kenworthy’s hasty desire to be wed was also done well. It was so frustrating at times, but I loved reading the book as they fell in love with one another. Plus his sisters were a hoot, even as they were being completely foolish.
Julia Quinn has written yet another amazing romance. It was a great balance of funny but emotional, and well worth the read.
Have some quotes!
He made a blond bouncy motion near his ear, which led Richard to wonder how it was possible that Winston’s hand movements were so clearly not brunette.
“What’s wrong with her?” Richard asked. Because it seemed unlikely that there wouldn’t be something.
Winston shrugged. “Nothing. That I know of.”
Which meant that she probably yodeled in her spare time. When she wasn’t practicing taxidermy.
She often wondered if the stars of the ton actually noticed what went on around them. If one was always at the eye of the proverbial storm, could one discern the slant of the rain, feel the bite of the wind?
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