For those who have been reading this here blog for the past oh, three weeks? It may seem that indeed I’m always in a rage–or at least fairly angry on a regular basis.
Bad of me to disappoint you, but this is not true.
In fact, again despite appearances, I’m often quite happy.
(I’m hoping to post this right before the deadline, so my apologies in advance if it’s even less readable than usual)
I had a lot of trouble reading something that qualified for this month’s TBR Challenge. Not, mind you, because I don’t have a TBR pile–physical and electronic–that can probably be seen from space, but because a) I didn’t realize until the weekend that today was the deadline for October’s review, and b) I started four different (new to me) paranormal stories and couldn’t get past the halfway point on any. Kill me now, please.
Also, trigger warning: a baby dies, though not during the story.
Lone Wolf, by Jennifer Ashley
Though I’ve yet to write a review of any of Ms Ashley’s books, I’m very much a fan of most of her Mackenzie historical romances. Long ago, Kristie(J) positively raved about the first in that series, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie, over at her blog. It took me a while, but I finally managed to get my hands on that book (and the next, and the next, and…), and have since read everything in that series, most with great enjoyment.
Since Kristie(J) is also a fan of Ms Ashley’s paranormal romances, when this one was on sale somewhere, I snapped it up. It took me a while to get to it–did I happen to mention my TBR pile is positively scary?–but after three failed attempts to engage with any of the pile’s unread paranormal stories, I gratefully clicked on it on ye olde kindle app in my phone. Surely, it would be the one to break the streak, right?
Yeah, not such luck.