Ever read an extremely satisfactory romance and come away wondering why you didn’t like it more? This has happened with me with two books in the last week or so. I really enjoyed both. Honest.
And yet . . .
I can’t say I was wildly crazy about either one of them. I also haven’t been able to figure out why. True one was by a first time author, Sally MacKensie, but the other was by someone I’ve liked quite a bit in the past, Jillian Hunter. In fact one of Hunter’s books, Fairy Tale, would probably place on a list of my top ten favorite romances. At the very least it’s extremely close to the top of my favorite humorous romances list.
The first one I’m having problem understanding my reaction to is The Naked Duke by MacKensie. It truly was an extremely enjoyable read that I more or less finished in one sitting. And cover to cover, which is almost as significant as doing it in one sitting. It was interesting and different and all of those things that we look for and yet I can’t help thinking I missed something somewhere. I’m trying to tiptoe through spoilers here but I have a question for anyone else who has read this one. How did you like/react the hero?
The other book by Hunter was The Seduction of an English Scoundrel. Now this one took me several fits and starts to actually finish. Not because I wasn’t enjoying it but because real life kept interrupting. The problem was that I whenever I got back to it, I had to do a mental inventory of what was happening in the book. I couldn’t ever seem to just dive back in and I can’t help thinking this is not a good sign. Even now I have to look at the back just to remember which book it was. But I know I liked it. Am I getting that old?
Don’t answer that. (G)
So who else has read either of these, too?