A lot of regency romances feel similar. You have a
mistaken identity or a marriage of convenience, throw a
few balls in, some witty repartee and voila - a romance
in the bag. The truly unique ones stand out in our minds,
the ones where the characters live on in our
imaginations, the ones with distinct settings. And for us
voracious romance readers, it often takes something
special to stick out.
In SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN, Eloisa James succeeds in being
memorable. I've read nearly all of her works, and I can
admit that several of them have blended together. I
enjoyed them all, but I'm sure I mix up heroines and
heroes in my mind. These two - Eugenia and Ward - are not
subject to such a fate.
As Eugenia is a widow, some of the staid conventions of
the ton are abandoned in this book, as she is allowed to
indulge in an independent life and some flirtations of
her own. Add in that Ward appears completely unconcerned
with convention, and this book is easily the raunchiest
of James' works. It was sexy and sassy and eminently
readable for me.
I've read some other folks that had quibbles with the
historical accuracy of Eugenia running her own business.
For some readers, this seems to pull them out of the
story. Not for me, to be honest. It was grounded enough
in reality that I didn't examine it too closely. I
enjoyed my time with these folks in SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN
and if you're a fan of
romances with strong characters, I think you will too.
Witty and elusive Eugenia Snowe has all society begging for
one of her premiere governesses-except the powerful Edward
Reeve, who bursts into her office with his arrogant demands.
No question that Eugenia enjoys crossing wits with the
brilliant inventor, but Ward wants far more than a
governess. He wants Eugenia, and he’ll stop at nothing to
have her-including kidnapping.
Will Eugenia lose her heart in the most reckless gamble of
her life, or will she discover the sweetest pleasure she’s
ever known?