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The Secret Christmas Library by Jenny Colgan is:
Susan C
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Please send your full name and mailing address to:
theromancedish (at) gmail (dot) com
Gloved hands folded
neatly in her lap, she waited for Mr. Quincey’s questions. But he didn’t give
voice to them. Not immediately. He only looked at her with a pensive frown, as
though something about her person prevented him from pursuing his logical
course.
“Forgive
me,” he said at length. “Mrs. Royce failed to mention that you were lately
bereaved. Had I known of your loss, I would never have pressed you to—”
“I
am not bereaved,” Nell said.
“No?”
He swept a glance from her black-veiled hat to her lusterless black mourning
dress with its tight-fitting bodice and wide, untrimmed skirts. “You can
doubtless understand my confusion.”
Nell
would have thought it plain enough. “I travelled alone from the Academy. I
preferred to do so unmolested.” She paused, adding, “Widows are generally
accorded a degree of respect not offered to unaccompanied young ladies.”
Mr.
Quincey didn’t bat an eye at her explanation. She suspected he was a man who
wasn’t easily surprised. “In other words, it’s a disguise.”
Nell’s
expression tightened. Leave it to a man to reduce a woman’s desire to protect
herself to a childish pantomime. “It’s a practical necessity,” she said.
“I
see. And do all teachers at Miss Corvus’s Academy for the Betterment of Young
Ladies employ such arts? Or is it only you who…” His words died away as she
pushed back her veil.
Ah.
Perhaps he was capable of being surprised after all.
Nell
met his gaze, a hint of a challenge in her own. She wasn’t vain. Neither was
she guilty of false modesty. She knew herself, both her weaknesses and
her strengths. “Feminine ingenuity isn’t limited to the staff room at the
Academy,” she informed him. “Though, I assure you, it’s in no short supply
there.”
Mr.
Quincey collected himself in a blink—so quickly Nell wondered if she’d imagined
the look of masculine alertness that had flared in his eyes on first seeing her
face. Clearing his throat, he very slowly and very methodically returned his
pen to the brass holder on his desk. “Something else Mrs. Royce failed to
mention.”
“What
might that be?”
“How
young you are.”
Nell
stiffened at his tone of disappointment. She wasn’t used to anyone implying
that she was lacking in wisdom or experience. Quite the reverse. In times of
crisis, people generally looked to her for guidance. During Miss Corvus’s
recent illness, Nell had all but been running the school. “Is my age of
importance to your inquiries?”
“Only
as it pertains to your tenure,” he said. “You can’t have been in your position
long.”
“I
have been employed as a teacher for five years, sir.”
He
sat back in his chair, frowning at her again with an attitude of impatience.
One would think she had wasted his precious time. “Mrs. Royce led me to believe
you had been present at the Academy’s founding, nearly twenty years ago. It’s
why I consented to meet with you instead of pursuing an interview with Miss
Corvus herself. I had anticipated your providing certain information about the
institution’s origins.”
Nell
at once grasped the cause of his irritation. He’d wrongly presumed she would be
a much older woman. One who had spent the whole of the past eighteen years
teaching at the charity school. “Mrs. Royce did not mislead you.”.
“Not
only Mrs. Royce,” he replied. “You, as well, Miss Trewlove. Your letters gave
me to understand that you had decades of experience at Miss Corvus’s Academy.”
“I
do,” she said. “Or nearly that long. I was one of its earliest students.”
Understanding
registered on his face. He stared at her with renewed attention. “You were an
orphan?”
Nell’s
chin ticked up a notch. “That’s correct.”
There
was no shame in it. Not as far as she was concerned. It was just as she often
told her girls. One wasn’t accountable for the circumstances of one’s birth,
only for the choices they made and the actions they took. It was that which
defined a person, not pedigree.
“As
are all the students at the Academy?” Mr. Quincey asked.
“To
a one,” she said. “They come to us from all over the county. I flatter myself
that we do our best for them.”
“Your
best being…?”
She
lifted one shoulder in an artfully casual shrug. “We feed them, house them, and
provide them with an education that will best help them meet their potential.”
Mr.
Quincey narrowed in on the word with single-minded precision. “Their potential
for what, exactly?
Nell’s
mouth curved in a slow smile. She comprehended the unspoken crux of his
question. He believed the Academy was a home for dangerous revolutionaries.
Budding feminists and crusaders for equality, willing to go to any ends to
achieve their goals, even if that meant destroying the occasional man who got
in their way.
He
wasn’t wrong.
Excerpted from The
Marriage Method by Mimi Matthews. Copyright © 2025 by Mimi Matthews.
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The only connection the pair has shared over the years is painfully one-sided: Now divorced, Molly narrates monster romance audiobooks, and Karl is an ever-diligent listener, clinging to his only piece of the one that got away.
Still, Molly hasn’t totally left Harlot’s Bay behind. When she hears that Karl’s obituary has run in the local paper, unexpected grief prompts her to hop on the next flight to Maryland…where she finds Karl very much alive, the victim of nothing but an accidental obituary.
As the pair reunite, they finally hash out their missed connection. True, Molly isn’t quite ready to trust again, but Karl is determined to prove himself worthy of her faith and devotion. And as her remaining time in Harlot’s Bay ticks down, Molly, the habitual cynic, just might find that Karl, the cranky town curmudgeon, is impossible to leave behind a second time.
PJ's Thoughts:
If you've read my Top Dish review of last year's At First Spite (Harlot's Bay - Book 1), you know that I fell hard for this historic coastal town and her citizens. Book two, Second Chance Romance, has only reinforced those feelings. I first read an ARC of Second Chance Romance four months ago after which I posted the following: "Snort laughs, ugly tears, and swoony romance. This one's going straight to my list of 2025 favorites." I read the book again this week and those feelings have not changed. Olivia Dade has tapped a gold mine with these characters and I am here for every single word and emotion.
Karl is everything I could have hoped for...and more. With his crusty exterior, marshmallow center, aversion to using his words (who needs to when actions work just as well?), baking expertise (A man who bakes? Yes, please!), creative murder mind (not that he'd hurt a fly but whoa, that's one creative imagination), kindness, salty mutter yells (the man has no volume control), and nurturing soul, he's not your typical romance hero but he's one of my all-time favorites...and he's absolutely perfect for Molly.
Molly? OMG, I love every bit of her nerdy, fact-spouting, wary-heart self. If anyone deserves a happy ending after being betrayed, first by her father then her jerk of an ex-husband, it's Molly. No wonder she doesn't trust easily. Watching her gradually open herself not only to Karl but to others in Harlot's Bay was a delight. Watching her regain her confidence and stand up to those trying to run roughshod over her was even better. Watching her open her heart and claim her happiness? Cue happy tears and swoony delight.
If you enjoy second chances, banter for days, emotional depth, laugh-out-loud humor, body positivity, slow-burn romance, a terrific supporting cast, and a lead couple who will steal your heart and have you cheering them on every step of the way, pick up a copy of Olivia Dade's Second Chance Romance. It's a funny, endearing, warm hug of a book that kept me engaged and entertained from beginning to end.
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Have you read any of Olivia Dade's books? Do you have a favorite?
Karl's a master at creating mouth-watering treats at his bakery. What's your go-to order when you visit a bakery or donut shop?
Molly narrates monster romance books. Do you listen to audiobooks? What's your favorite format for reading: print, e-book, or audio?
One person who posts a comment before 11:00 PM, November 30 will receive a print copy of Second Chance Romance.
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But on the train to the Highlands, Mirren runs into rival book hunter Theo Palliser, and instantly knows that it’s not a chance meeting. She’s all too familiar with Theo’s good looks and smooth talk, and his uncanny ability to appear whenever there’s a treasure that needs locating.
Almost as soon as Mirren and Theo arrive at the castle, a deep snow blankets the Highlands, cutting off the outside world. Stuck inside, the three of them plot their search as the wind whistles outside. Mirren knows that Jamie’s grandfather, the castle’s most recent laird, had been a book collector, a hoarder, and a great lover of treasure hunts. Now they must unpuzzle his clues, discovering the secrets of the house—forming and breaking alliances in a race against time.
A treat for booklovers and treasure hunters alike, The Secret Christmas Library serves up a delicious mystery with a hint of romance, and plenty of holiday spirit!
PJ's Thoughts:
Jenny Colgan is an author whose holiday novels I look forward to with excitement each year. She always takes me on an intriguing adventure, whether it be to a dusty Edinburgh book store (The Christmas Bookshop and Midnight at the Christmas Bookshop in 2021 and 2023) or a creaky castle at the northern tip of the Highlands in this year's The Secret Christmas Library.
This newest book bubbles over with things to love. Set in the present, there's a bit of fairy tale quality to Mirren's unexpected journey to the Highlands which then transitions into a Gothic vibe when she reaches her destination. Colgan sets the scene beautifully with all the atmosphere I could ask for: a crumbling castle with iffy electrical power at the edge of the North Sea, dusty rooms overflowing with books of all sorts, a dangerous snowstorm, and did I mention no neighbors? Very isolated.
The cast of characters is small but compelling, especially when the reason for these five being stuck together is a treasure hunt for a priceless book that may - or may not - be somewhere within the hundreds of thousand of books in the castle. Yes, the castle owner's grandfather was a book hoarder. He was also fond of riddles hidden in the most obscure and unlikely of places.
The hunt is on and it's a gem. I was totally invested in the search for the missing book, in the evolving relationships forming among the characters, in the touch of romance (with a happy ending), and in trying to outwit a wily grandfather who left behind one last riddle to save the estate...or not.
If you can't make it to a castle on the edge of the North Sea this winter, I enthusiastically recommend adding The Secret Christmas Library to your holiday reading list instead. You will definitely feel like you're there!
Readers, have you ever visited Scotland?
Do you enjoy Gothic romance?
Have you read any of Jenny Colgan's books?
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The randomly chosen winner
of a print copy of
The Marriage Narrative by Claire Kann is:
Ina
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The Marriage Narrative by Claire Kann is an intense ride about two people who strike a bargain. The bargain? Pretend to be engaged on a reality tv show set. What can go wrong and what, in the end, can go incredibly right? I give this book four out of five stars!
Our heroine, Zianna, an artist and successful businesswomen. She runs with her roommates and best friends out of their apartment. She wants more than anything to feel connected to someone. Dating apps have not been successful and she feels love is just out of her reach. She decides instead to create an online business proposition which allows for a partnership without the messiness of love involved. They would meet, get to know one another and marry after one month. Pretty straight forward - right? She creates a whole presentation for her friends who feel she has lost her mind! They reluctantly agree to go along with the hairbrained scheme but only if they can help her vet potential candidates.
Zianna meets with a host of men who do not quite measure up. Her friends think she’s given up on her plans when she decides to meet with Jason, a successful coffee shop/bookstore owner. He ticks all the right boxes until he presents his own seemingly impossible idea. Jason’s family is on a hit reality tv show which they want him to be on and sort of join the family business by coming back to marry his ex who is also a famous actress. He never wanted to be a part of the show and definitely not to marry his ex-girlfriend. He proposes that Zianna come on as his fake fiance and they would indeed marry at the end of the season.
Zianna thinks he’s made the whole thing up! Whose family is featured on a hit reality tv show. She thinks he’s scamming her but he shows her footage of the show. She reluctantly agrees to going on set and living on the property with him. Immediate sparks fly as Zianna finds that everyone from the show runner to his mother and sister really wanted him to marry his ex. They don’t buy their whirlwind romance. Tensions are high but they are able to navigate choppy waters and avoid curveballs on set and out in the real world. Their bungalow becomes their sanctuary.
Despite all this their hea is secured. Close proximity can really move things along in the right direction. He falls first which is also a favorite trope of mine. Claire Kann makes the storyline and these two characters really believable. I enjoyed this book and will look out for more from her in the future.
Readers, do you enjoy the marriage of convenience trope?
Do you watch Reality TV? What are some of your favorite shows?
One randomly chosen person who posts a comment before 11:00 PM, November 13 will receive a print copy of The Marriage Narrative.
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