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Scotsman of My Dreams
by Karen Ranney
This review was originally posted on Addicted To Romance
Scotsman of My Dreams was a charming and sweet romance with a sparkle of angst in here. I have really enjoyed what Karen Ranney has done with her books, and Scotsman of My Dreams was no different. I honestly don't know how to express what this story did for me. Now there were times I was in and out of the story (but I have been dead tired all day, so that might have something to do with it). It begins with out heroine searching for her missing brother, and so she goes in search of the one man that should know where he is at. Only the infamous rake who went to the America's to help fight in their Civil War has returned scarred and blind. Needless to say both Dalton and Minerva have a difference of opinions on this subject, because Dalton believes its Minerva's brother that caused his injury, so he isn't all that eager to aid the man that shot him, however, he is fascinated by Minerva. Minerva isn't your average lady, she lives her own life, has had a lover, wears breeches when the need strikes her, goes in search of old objects. Hates balls and parties or even dressing up, she prefers dressing down. Dalton technically is Scottish, but has spent much of his life in England so he comes off as more of a London rake who has gone through some rough patches. Despite his torrid past, he is a character that you just reach out for, because he is emotionally traumatized and you don't see the rogue in him much despite the "rumors". The banter between these two is quite energetic and they definitely have some sparks flying between them.
What was most interesting about this one, was the hint of danger you sense from the very start of the story and it builds and builds gradually until the end. It also doesn't detract from the romance, it tends to even out in the end. Quite a lovely romance that had spark and flare and I had quite a time seeing these characters come alive off the pages. SIMPLY FANTASTIC!!
Scotsman of My Dreams was a charming and sweet romance with a sparkle of angst in here. I have really enjoyed what Karen Ranney has done with her books, and Scotsman of My Dreams was no different. I honestly don't know how to express what this story did for me. Now there were times I was in and out of the story (but I have been dead tired all day, so that might have something to do with it). It begins with out heroine searching for her missing brother, and so she goes in search of the one man that should know where he is at. Only the infamous rake who went to the America's to help fight in their Civil War has returned scarred and blind. Needless to say both Dalton and Minerva have a difference of opinions on this subject, because Dalton believes its Minerva's brother that caused his injury, so he isn't all that eager to aid the man that shot him, however, he is fascinated by Minerva. Minerva isn't your average lady, she lives her own life, has had a lover, wears breeches when the need strikes her, goes in search of old objects. Hates balls and parties or even dressing up, she prefers dressing down. Dalton technically is Scottish, but has spent much of his life in England so he comes off as more of a London rake who has gone through some rough patches. Despite his torrid past, he is a character that you just reach out for, because he is emotionally traumatized and you don't see the rogue in him much despite the "rumors". The banter between these two is quite energetic and they definitely have some sparks flying between them.
"I can't kiss you."
"Just a taste of passion," he said
"Absolutely not."
"I have needs," he said with a smile
"As if that's my concern."
"Are you afraid?"
"Of course not. I just don't want to kiss you."
"Not at all?"
"Not one little bit. Not an iota."
"You're fibbing, Minerva"
"I'm not."
He lowered his head, brushed his lips over her heated cheek. To his surprise, she didn't move away. Slowly he traced a path to her lips, breathing against them before placing his mouth on hers. A kiss should be an appetizer. A kiss was a prelude, strings being tuned in an orchestra pit, dawn on an important day. A kiss was not a feast. A kiss was not an explosion of the senses. but this one was.
What was most interesting about this one, was the hint of danger you sense from the very start of the story and it builds and builds gradually until the end. It also doesn't detract from the romance, it tends to even out in the end. Quite a lovely romance that had spark and flare and I had quite a time seeing these characters come alive off the pages. SIMPLY FANTASTIC!!
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