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?)
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca (October 7th 2014 )
Paperback: 416 pages
Series: MacGregors #4
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Rating: 3 of 5 stars
The Best Gifts are the Unexpected Ones…
To escape a scandal, Lady Joan Flynn flees her family’s estate in the Scottish Highlands. She needs a husband by Christmas, or the holidays will ring in nothing but ruin.
Practical, ambitious mill owner Dante Hartwell offers to marry Joan, because a wellborn wife is his best chance of gaining access to aristocratic investors.
As Christmas—and trouble—draw nearer, Dante and Joan’s marriage of convenience blossoms into unexpected intimacy, for true love often hides beneath the most unassuming holiday wrapping…
What a Lady Needs for Christmas is a happen-chance marriage of convenience that turns out to be the perfect gift for both Joan and Dante. They’re a little different than your typical H/h because their romance isn’t about insta-lust or even insta-love. It’s pragmatic and it’s logical, but it becomes true love.
“Here is the great wisdom of taking me as your spouse, Joan Flynn. I will not judge you for having some pride. I have pride too. I will not judge you for finding yourself in a predicament you didn’t see coming. I’ve landed in predicaments too. We’re starting off with honesty between us, and that’s no small gift. Assure that the honesty will be ours to keep, and our marriage will fare well enough.”
There’s a house party (with lots of characters from the previous books in the series), some blackmail, an escaped bunny, super cute kids and of course some holiday shenanigan.
Overall, it was a light and fluffy romance with a lot fun family yuletide celebration and Christmas cheers.
The nursery door opened, revealing Charlie in nightgown and ratty braids.
“You’re all up past your bedtime,” she said. “May I stay up too?”
A pale, furry blur shot between her slippered feet, directly into the warmth of the nursery.
“There’s the little bas- blessed bunny!” Spathfoy roared.
A general melee followed, when seven grown men and one little girl trying to crowd through the doorway at once.
“Might you call me Dante?”
She opened the door a few more inches. “For the fellow who wrote all that verse about hell?”
“He wrote about heaven, too, my lady.” Also purgatory.
a bum a student again. A master’s student…oooh. procrastinator. reader. eater. sleeper. music listen-er. movie go-er. Loves food too much.