Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

From Past to Present

All of my books, save exactly three pregnancy books and a novel, are packed in boxes that, given the priority system Hubby and I worked out, will probably stay in wrapped confinement for a week or so.

So yesterday in the Super Stop n’Shop, after doing the Mother of All Target Runs, I passed by the paperback aisles and took my usually gander at what was new, hot, and popular enough to stock at the grocery store. I didn’t go to the book section of Target because that’s just asking for some heavy impatient sighing from Hubby. But the SSnS book aisle had the romance conveniently wrapped around the end so you passed it on your way to the checkout lines.

I glance over, and hello Suzanne Enoch? Writing contemporary? Well color me surprised. I think Enoch and I think “London/rake/scoundrel/cravat/valet/pelisse.” I surely do not think of contemporary cartoon covers about cat burglars and business tycoons.

So, in my first ever ‘I am going to have to review this for SBTB. Wonder if I can claim it on my taxes?’ purchase, I have procured said contemporary, written by a known-historical author, and I shall let you know how it goes.

However, this phrase from the Amazon synopsis does give me pause:

Though some readers may be disappointed by the lack of a traditional happily-ever-after, others will cheerfully await Sam and Richard’s next adventure.  First, a not HEA? Dang. That’s why I read romance, people. Come on now, don’t take my guaranteed HEA away from me. Second, continued adventures? What, is everyone JD Robb now? Writing series with heavy romantic elements? Dang, again.