So, yeah, you know that holiday that is coming up? The one where the menus at restaurants shrink yet become more expensive and roses go from 9.99 for a dozen to 29.99 a dozen. There will also be over the top wedding proposals along with some brutal rejections. What’s that day called again? Oh yeah, Valentine’s Day. I’ll be honest, it’s not my holiday. Stop with the snarky comments, it’s not because I’m single. I’m happily married, thank you very much. When I think of Valentine’s Day what usually comes to mind is the Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre of 1929 in Chicago. Capone and Bugs were involved and seven men were brutally murdered in the Lincoln Park neighborhood. In the spirit of that I considered reviewing a horror novel. I even had it picked out. But I was feeling like a softy and changed my mind. So instead of brutal murders and mystery I went with a romance novel.
Here is a fact for you- I don’t really like romance novels. Just not my cup of tea but according to Goodreads this one promised a strong leading lady, historical romance, and some steamy scenes between the sheets so I figured I would give it a shot.
Our story begins in London where Miss Amelia Hathaway is searching for her drunken, possibly drug addled, brother. Upon the death of his fiance, Leo had lost himself and spent most of his time in the bottle or in houses of ill repute. So Amelia makes her way to a drinking and gambling club meant only for the aristocracy where she is confident she will find her brother. There she meets Cam, the gypsy club manager, who obviously has more on his mind than assisting Miss Hathaway. *Hint hint nudge nudge wink wink*
Miss Hathaway believes the only way to save her brother is to remove him from the temptations that the city has to offer. So Amelia, Leo, and their three younger sisters move to an estate in the country. The house is in desperate need of repair but Amelia is convinced they can fix it despite Leo drinking and whoring away their funds.
But really, this is a romance novel, so…
Amelia was wronged by her former love so now she has determined to live her life as a spinster though she is not even 30. Cam, being half gypsy, feels like he belongs neither to the gypsy culture or among the more typically structured society. However they are certainly drawn to each other and even though Amelia and the Hathaways fled to the country they still keep bumping into each other. Amelia resists Cam’s attempts to assist her with the house (even when it catches on fire) but he persists. He is one determined kinda-gypsy.
Really, it is kind of sweet even though he is overbearing and, quite frankly, a bit of a male chauvinist. For the time period the book is written in that is really not much of a surprise. Although it is a little annoying. I kept waiting for her to whoop him. It would have been way better if she had whooped him.
Long story short, Mr. Gypsy saves the day because he has inexplicable good luck, Leo has suicidal tendencies because his dead fiance is haunting him (I think, that didn’t make a lot of sense), and Amelia gives into the chauvinist.
You know, maybe I’m jaded but didn’t seem like much of a romance novel. Man thinks he is above woman’s societal norms, man changes his mind, man expects woman to comply with his demands, woman pretends to be strong willed but is really a patsy in sheep’s clothing.
Yup. I’m jaded. Either way, for a romance novel it wasn’t half bad. Now, I’m going to go pick up a psychological thriller or something. I deal better with murder and mayhem than, “Oh my God, I love you!” and “Hey, I didn’t think I did but you are an overbearing putz who is acceptable in the sack so I’m giving in to you because I am weak willed. I love you, too!” Can’t. Deal.