Thursday, November 6, 2014
Poor Alistair. If you don't read Fairchild first then this will be a spoiler to what happens at the end.
I was intrigued to follow Alistair's journey to happily ever after.
First it says much about an author who can switch from writing one novel primarily from a woman's point of view to a man's and do it seemingly effortlessly. Though there are sprinklings of others views scattered throughout the book to give variety. I especially loved seeing the rekindling of romance between Sophy's father and his wife. It gives hope to the long time married set that there is hope to set off the spark again.
One thing there is loads of in this book is motivation. Ms. Fixsen gets us inside the characters heads to show us what is driving their actions rather than just what they do.
The other is vulnerability. Everyone has emotional baggage they're carrying, causes they are fighting for and battles to wage for victory. Not everyone can win, and there are casualties along the way. I bit my lip as I neared the end of the book in fear of what may befall Alistair. Watch for the brilliantly done foreshadowing.
I had the good fortune to snag a signed by the author copy of this the day after it came out. If you ever have the chance to meet Ms. Fixsen in person, do so. She's lovely.
For all those who enjoyed/loved Fairchild, Incognita doesn't disappoint and maintains the high bar of literacy she set for herself and I imagine will maintain for her writing career.
Again a clean historical romance.
I secretly hope we get a book about Jasper. I have several questions about him.
There are worse things than being spectacularly jilted. Losing a leg, for instance, or getting shot—well, perhaps not: The bullet Alistair took fighting in the peninsula never landed him in London’s scandal sheets.
Captain Alistair Beaumaris never dreamed he’d be tossed over by Lord Fairchild’s bastard daughter, losing both her and her fortune—a singular humiliation that should have taught him a lesson. But when your luck is out, you do foolish things, like quarrel with your oldest friend. Or mistake a perfectly respectable widow for a lady of easy virtue.
Unfortunately, that kind of blunder needs fixing.
Yielding to his troublesome conscience, Alistair tracks down the elusive widow . . . but the only thing he doesn’t find is an easy way out.