“Tempt Me At Twilight” by Lisa Kleypas
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“A Wallflower Christmas” by Lisa Kleypas
With $17, you could buy yourself 2 bottles of OPI “Bastille my heart” red. Or 3 Guacamole Bacon burgers from Carl’s Jr. Or, you could pick up a hardcover copy of “A Wallflower Christmas” by Lisa Kleypas. Is it worth $17? Well, it really depends on how much you want to pay to get into the Christmas spirit.
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“Seduce Me at Sunrise” by Lisa Kleypas
It’s Dress-Up Night at the RMB offices, and in honour of “Seduce Me at Sunrise,” the theme for the night is “Gypsy Nights.” Lola, swathed in diaphanous silk and with thousands of bells tinkling away, swiped at the gauzy curtains, Sheridan following hot on her heels.
“Come in my dears,” crooned Mimi. “Tell Madame Mimi your worries, and ask away!”
“Seduce Me at Sunrise” by Lisa Kleypas
Dear Lisa,
Can I call you Lisa? I feel that I know you so well, having read all your books that I can call you that! (Rest assured, I am not the one you hear prowling around rattling your dustbins at night. That’s Sheridan, who regularly goes through your trash, hoping against hope that you have discarded some unpublished material about John McKenna. More often than not she ends up shuffling home dejectedly, covered in garbage). Truly, you are a gifted artist! You have given us Derek Craven and Logan Scott, and attempted to give us Sebastian De Winter (although the failed expectations in that one shall not be held against you. Much.)
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“Stranger in my Arms” by Lisa Kleypas
It sounds like a plot of a fabulous daytime soap but with a healthy dash of Romance – cruel husband neglects wife during marriage, leaves on a journey of adventure to an exotic land. His ship, wrecked along the high seas on its return voyage, none survived. Years later, his beautiful widow receives word that he has returned…or rather, a tantalizingly good looking, slightly dangerous and intense version of her once thought dead husband is claiming to be her husband. The beautiful widow is lost in a frenzied turmoil of confusion and lust – she doesn’t want her husband back but yet, this man, this beautiful beautiful man who claims to be her husband and who has apologized for doing her wrong is like a piece of candy you want to suck on all day long. *wink* Ah good old Lisa Kleypas. One can always count on her to keep Sheridan Sakura Carlotta’s Manwich Party well stacked.
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“Surrender” by Lisa Kleypas
So in the swing of things for Christmas, I’m reviewing a little holiday tale from Lisa Kleypas in the form of her novella, “Surrender.” Just to keep the edge off until I can read about Merripen The Dishy Gypsy. “Surrender” was the second story in a holiday anthology entitled “Gifts of Love,” which also featured a story written by Kay Hooper. The story by Kay Hooper was ok. It featured a pair of lovers who were split up after the heroine jumped to the conclusion that her lover betrayed her. His jealous ex-mistress showed the heroine the hero’s pocket-watch (which was stolen by the jealous ex-mistress) and the heroine jumped to the bird brained conclusion that he was still carrying on with his mistress. Since when did a casio equate to illicit nookie?
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“Devil in Winter” by Lisa Kleypas
To: Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent
From: The Office of Sheridan Sakura Carlotta
Dearest Sebastian,
We regret to inform you that you will not be receiving an exclusive invitation to Sheridan Sakura Carlotta’s fortnightly Lisa Kleypas manwich party, of which Mr. John McKenna, Mr. Simon Hunt, and Mr. Marcus Westcliff are honored and frequent guests. Especially Mr. John McKenna. We would like you to know that we have (which means to say, Sheridan has) agonized over this decision for many a nights, and have taken into account your vast popularity with many other Romance readers and your cameo appearances in, amongst others, “It Happened One Autumn“, and “Mine til Midinght“. We hope you do not take offense to this. Let not your ego be bruised. We explain our decision below:
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“It Happened One Autumn” by Lisa Klepas
First impressions can be wrong. Take for example, Mimi. Now when one first meets Mimi, one sees a gorgeous, sultry, voluptuous beauty, with a penchant for plaid. You would think she spends all her time charming men into deadly snares, while being fed peeled grapes and lying in a warm milk bath. No one would ever guess, just by looking at Mi, that behind and underneath the gorgeousness, lies the world’s biggest fan of all things associated with blood, gore, bones, catacombs, all the “saw†and “texas chain saw massacre†movies, serial killers, and an appreciative understudy of the creative art of removing another’s skin (intact) for the purposes of wearing said skin for fun. Not. Me. But that’s Mimi and we love her all the same…unless she happens to be smelling like bat poo. But enough about that. The purpose of the aforementioned analogy is to discuss “It Happened One Autumn†– the story of Lillian Bowman and Marcus, the Earl of Westmoreland; a story upon first reading I hated so much I refused to do a review about it but now, upon a second reading (because no series mentioned on this blog of ours will go unfinished due to our anal retentive personalities), thoroughly enjoyed.
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“Mine Till Midnight” by Lisa Kleypas
Warning: This book does not contain any seals, roots, shamans, silver penises or flying entities whose sole purpose in life is to clean your bajango after sex. It does however, contain bees, mentions of pookas, crusty wounds, an eye-rolling worthy ghost plot, steamy stolen kisses in the dark, a fire, and hidden treasure. *sees Lola perk up* No Lola, it is not about a half man half bee Alpha Hero who in addition to owing a monstrous dick (as they so often do), has a stinger which he uses for sexual purposes while collecting his lady’s pollen. Sigh. Readers’ discretion to be advised.
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“Because You’re Mine” by Lisa Kleypas
O Logan, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
10. Because you’re the 19th century equivalent of Lawrence Olivier, but with Daniel Day Lewis’s face (circa Last of The Mohicans, not Gangs of New York)? Who cares that actors in the past were universally reviled as trash? You’re a gifted actor who also co-owns his very own booming theatre company which gives you pots of money. Plus although you’re England’s most famous and seductive actor, there weren’t any celebrity tabloids in 1833. Which means La Lola will never have to worry about anyone from OK! magazine taking photos of me when I go outside to get the paper while I’m in my “Honk if you love Cheetos!” nightie. We’ll worry about the indoor plumbing later.
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