Lady Joanna Ware has no desire to wed again but that doesn’t stop the flurry of suitors knocking on her door. Desperate to thwart another proposal, Joanna brazenly kisses Arctic explorer Alex, Lord Grant. Unable to deny the blazing attraction that flares, Joanna knows she’s just set the gossip mill turning.
After suffering countless infidelities during her marriage, she’s accustomed to scandal. But nothing prepares her for the shocking news that her deceased husband has bequeathed his illegitimate child to her and his friend Alex. As rumors run rampant in the ton, Joanna and Alex travel to the Arctic to claim the orphan. Battling blizzards, dangerous wildlife and a treacherous plot, Alex must protect Joanna, but not before he wickedly seduces her …
It’s a quick light read; nothing more, nothing less than I expected from a Nicola Cornick book.
Having read and been disappointed by Desired my expectations weren’t that high for this novel, but the second half–more like the last third–of the story surprised me positively. Joanna’s trip offered few very vivid images and events that helped me to round up the rating despite the distasteful sauna sex.
Seriously people, what will it take you to understand that sauna is not a place for sex?!
I’m choosing to ignore every anachronism I could pick up and suspend my disbelief enough to accept once again a virginalised heroine that somehow is at the centre of most scandalous scandals of early 19th century London society.
Speaking of Desired, I had a moment of déjà vu with couple of scenes. [highlight to view spoiler: Both Desired and Whisper of Scandal start with an outrageous scene where the Lady ends up in her future husband’s arms, and both books have a scene where the sister goes to the man planning to seduce him but ends up proposing to him point blank.] The situations and settings were slightly different but similar enough to make me wonder just how fixed is Cornick’s model for these books or is she simply reaching for that magical scene in her head she can’t ever quite capture on page. Which ever it is, it needs to stop. Good for for getting it right–possibly–but it’ll be boring to read if I stumble across it again.
On another day and in another mood, I wouldn’t have given this book such a high rating. We need those half stars and you didn’t hear me say that.