I finished one solitary book last week. For some reason, I decided I was being lazy by reading a bunch of quick romance novels. So I decided to pick up a thick mass market fantasy novel off of my unread shelves and force myself to finish it. This was a bad idea on a number of levels. So, I spent the week mostly slogging through a book I couldn't muster much interest in even though I think I would have enjoyed it if I had read it at another time. I haven't finished it yet, but I honestly have no desire to do so. I think I'm going to consider it "read" at this point and throw it into the basement book storage for a while. I'll finish it one day.
So, the one book I did finish? A short romance novel, naturally. Luckily, it was a great one.
"Once A Ferarra Wife..." by Sarah Morgan.
A Sarah Morgan book can fall anywhere on the spectrum between love and hate for me. This one was firmly on the "love" side. It's a great angsty reconciliation romance about a separated married couple who are both desperately in love with each other but also desperately afraid of screwing it all up again and getting hurt. This one's full of anguish and pain but in a glorious way.
The main characters have been separated for two years in the wake of a painful miscarriage. The heroine has incredibly deep-seated trust issues and her husband let her down when she was at her most vulnerable. The husband acknowledges that his behavior wasn't ideal but he's pretty pissed off at his wife for abandoning a solid marriage because of one single misstep on his part. It takes a lot of back and forth to reach middle ground.
I really loved this book. As soon as I finished it, I desperately wanted to read it again.
Next Up: Lusty steampunk werewolf wild-west vampire hunters... and a rather delightful regency romance. Those two things have nothing in common.
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