With Violets by Elizabeth Robards
This is a lifeless fictionalization of someone the author claims to be inspired by. She even makes that character a dumb tart!
This is a lifeless fictionalization of someone the author claims to be inspired by. She even makes that character a dumb tart!
Oddly enough, the hero being an asshole is actually one of the better things here.
This is a novella, and the bad news is: it’s too short to be believable. On the bright side, it’s not too bad!
This one is all over the place. One moment I find okay, then I wince at the next moment.
Even a co-writer can’t breathe new life into Connie Mason’s formula.
The author’s unwillingness to let things get more complicated – and real – ends up sabotaging this story.
I’m not bowled over by this one, but it has plenty of good things to offer all the same.
Exotic locale aside, this one is too uneven for its own good.
Here’s how to make a Scotland Yard hero boring: do a Lisa Kleypas and make him supremely perfect, infallible, and wealthy. Snore.
The early parts are good. but the later parts, not so. The good and the bad ends up canceling out one another.