Can a Flame from the Past be Rekindled?
Long ago, Sophie Lawrance chose prudence over passion, rejecting a rebellious young rogue for the sake of her family-no matter the ache it left in her heart. But after a specter from her father's past resurfaces, threatening to destroy all she holds dear, the desperate beauty knows there is only one man whose shadowy skills can save her.
Or Is It Too Dangerous to Play with Fire?
Cameron Daggett is a man of many secrets . . . and many sins. He's never forgotten the pain of losing Sophie. But now, with a chance to win her back, Cameron sets aside his anger and agrees to help Sophie save her father's honor. Together they embark on a perilous masquerade, leading them to a remote country estate near the sea. There, they must battle a cunning adversary-and their own burning desires. Will they be consumed by the flames? Or can they prove that true love conquers all?
And here is Emily's review:
It wasn’t for me.
I suppose I could have guessed that from the title; when you name a book “Danger” anything, you’re flagging a story where the hero is Dangerous, right? The heroine, too, is Trouble. And I’m not the audience for that.
So it didn’t work for me, in terms of story or character. It was a structurally sound story – more tract housing than manor house, but sound – it’s just not my thing.
Which leaves us with the writing itself.
There was some questionable prose:
“A pirate laugh, redolent with hints of hellfire dangers and storm-tossed seas.”
Which make me wonder if our dangerous hero’s breath maybe smells of brimstone and bilge water. And why must “a pink-tinged flushed steal over her cheeks” (p. 115) all the time?
All the dudes? They’re The Hellhounds. Do not do word searches for “devil” or “hell” or “raising hell;” you will break your ebook reader. Also do not search for the phrase “throw caution to the wind.” It’s basically on every page.
And the dialogue. When the hero rolls up his sleeves to reveal the inevitable “bronzed pair of muscled forearms,” what does the heroine say?
Hand to god, she says, “Is it me or is it hot in here?” (p. 161). Hand to god, people.
It was fine. It was fine. It wasn’t for me.