The sad truth is that I read this book three times – before it was published. It’s not as if I’m desperate for reading material, either. I have the novels for my Barnes & Noble column to read, and then all those novels that I might put in the column, but realize half way through that they won’t fit the topic (naturally, I keep reading), not to mention novels by authors whose books I never miss (see my Authors I Adore page!). I don’t have time to re-read books by debut authors, let alone a third go-around. But somehow every time I picked up Promise Me Tonight, I started over again, enchanted by the sweetness of the story, the humor and wit of the dialogue and the fierce emotions of the two main characters, Isabella Weston and James Sheffield.

To put it bluntly, I was sucked in like a dieter offered a flourless cake (surely it’s got less calories without flour, right?). I just couldn’t stop myself. Promise Me Tonight is the story of a forced marriage, and I always love a marriage that erupts with fury (except in reality). Plus, the characters are Julia Quinn-like. I always think of Julia’s characters rather longingly, as if they were friends I’d known in the past and somehow lost track of. I felt the same about Isabella and James.

The two of them have grown up together, and Isabella decided early on that James was just the man for her. So when she finally makes her debut, she summons him home for a dance (which he promised her years ago). He almost falls over when he sees the gorgeous young lady who drifts down the stairs at the ball. But…there’s a problem. James has a number of good reasons, quite good reasons, for deciding that he does not intend to marry, ever. And if he did marry, it wouldn’t be Isabella (there’s a good reason for that, too). But Isabella is a stubborn, passionate wench. When any sensible woman would be weeping into a glass of brandy, she skinnies out the window, jumps on the horse, rides over to his house in the middle of the night, finds his bedchamber, and…

Let’s just say that there are lots of reasons why this marriage looks as if it’s bound for the rocks. She tricks him, plain and simple. And then she extracts a promise from him that he won’t join the army – so he joins the navy instead. He basically lies to her.

All I can say is… it’s all good. Don’t miss this one. I think we’re seeing the beginning of a really terrific career.

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Do you know what makes getting the flu acceptable? (And no, it wasn’t the swine flu…been there, coughed that, have the antibodies). It was the regular, uninteresting flu, and the only good thing about it was that I had five – FIVE – Elizabeth Hoyt novels waiting for me on my tbr shelf. So I read them. All of them. This is not acceptable behavior when you have a fever, because as mom always said, you’re supposed to sleep, not stay up at night reading. But I did it anyway.

Elizabeth Hoyt’s The Raven Prince is one of the most interesting, sexy historicals I’ve read in ages; it was definitely worth the feverish hours of sleeplessness. For one thing, the hero is not your average Prince of Darkness. The Earl of Swartingham is tough, big and ill-tempered, all good heroic attributes. But he’s also covered with smallpox scars, and morbidly self-conscious about them, a feeling exacerbated by survivor’s guilt (the rest of his family died of the small pox), and his dead wife’s disgust. But he has to get married. Not to beat a drum that every romance reader knows too well, but he needs an heir. Luckily, he thinks he’s nabbed a young lady who claims that her stomach is not turned by his disfigurement.

Meanwhile, he also needs a secretary, because he keeps throwing things and howling, and his secretaries fly right out the back door. He ends up with a young widow, Anna Wren, who has more than enough backbone to stand up to him. This is where the novel becomes truly interesting. Edward and Anna become friends. Real friends. She doesn’t even see his scars: she sees the man inside. He doesn’t see a drab widow, but a sensual, strong woman whose adulterous husband was an idiot. Edward is dying to sleep with her…but he can’t.

She’s a lady, so she would never be his mistress. But she’s from a different class, so he couldn’t marry her. Plus, he’s practically engaged. To cap it off, she was married for three years without a child…and he needs an heir. So he can’t even contemplate marrying beneath himself.

Dying of sexual frustration, he heads off to a brothel… and she follows him, in disguise. After that, things become even more complicated. They have a couple of truly hot nights—but when he finds out, he’s absolutely livid. Did she compromise him? Does he have to marry her now, because she’s a lady? If he marries her, what about the children he’ll never have? Will that stand between them?

This is a great novel, worth staying up all night for. If you haven’t read it – get it now. It’s that good.

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