Review: Not a dull moment!
Rating: 4 out of 5
Date: 02 22, 2014
Reviewed by MariaBook provided by the publisher for reviewReview originally posted at Romancing the BookAn exquisitely written sweet romance novel which literally boils over with sexual tension. Sexual tension and no sex scenes? Friends, it can be done!A character driven story – we can see the Valkyrie (tall, blonde, lady warrior) figure, Caitlyn from Portland, Oregon, who gets her striking looks from her Minnesota based Swedish ancestors. She is something of a fashion genius – she can design clothes like a dream and seems to have the kind of talent that can run up a ball gown on an old fashioned sewing machine. We can also see John Harrington, the aristocratic British financial adviser with a doctorate in medieval literature, who is all the more intrigued by the lady who fails to fall at his feet and remains insusceptible to his considerable charm, raising his ardor to feverish levels.John’s decidedly risque deception of luring Caitlyn away to Paris for the weekend backfires on him somewhat, when Caitlyn takes him for being the player type that she has been avoiding all her life. The results are beyond what he could have foreseen and she gives him the lesson of a lifetime.Lavishly sentimental in some parts, intriguing in others, the story is written in totally contemporary language. The characters, even the minor ones, are memorable. The image of the eastern European housekeeper cleaning the house while listening to Lady Gaga on an iPod is something that will stay with me for a long time.Caitlyn is one of the most individual and memorable romantic heroines I’ve read for a while. She leaves her hero totally in the shade, which, in my opinion, is no bad thing. I could get her dilemma totally – not wanting to be played by an experienced womanizer, yet feeling inexplicably drawn towards him at the same time. What woman doesn’t feel like that sometimes?There isn’t a dull moment in this sweet romance novel. One of my more enjoyable reads lately.Favorite Quote:  “Sophie’s brother was insanely hot. His thick, dark brown hair was charmingly unkempt, and strong, dark eyebrows framed his emerald green eyes. He had a killer jaw line, a straight, narrow nose, and lips that seemed to be permanently curved upwards into a smile. Even in the shapeless T-shirt, she could tell he had the build of an Olympic swimmer. Better still, he was tall. Topping the height charts at six feet herself, Caitlyn had a built-in radar that went haywire every time a tall man was around, and Sophie’s brother stood at least three, possibly four inches above the six foot mark.