I have an addition to the Things That Occur to Me While Reading Historical Romance Novels:
LUST IS IMPERVIOUS TO COLD.
Never mind all those times people in these books get down to their skivvies in drafty old manor houses, lust’s powers are even greater than I supposed. How else could a person wearing a linen shift and corset while standing barefoot in a snow squall be aware of anything than the fact that she is bitterly cold? But I have gotten ahead of myself. First an explanation:
Elinora, having written a popular pamphlet reminding women that they don’t need marriage to have value, is on her way to Spindle Cove. Tessa Dare fans know it as the setting of her highly entertaining series of the same name and a hive of unusual, outcast, and delightful young women. Waylaid by coach schedules and finding herself riding in a carriage with the man who rejected her years before, she and the very subject of her pamphlet (“Lord Ashwood Missed Out”) end up needing to spend the night alone together in a shepherd’s hut to last out a winter storm. They have quite a bit to sort through these two and part of it leads Nora following Dash out into the snow scantily clad. Fortunately, they make it back inside and under the covers with reasonable alacrity. Events proceed apace from there.
Being a Spindle Cove novella, the reader gets to visit with Dare’s previous characters – Griff and Pauline; Thorne and Kate; Colin and Minerva; and Bram and Susanna – who are caught up in Nora’s impending visit and sexual one-upmanship amongst themselves. More importantly, we get to see Minerva’s sister, Charlotte, who is going to have a book of her own. Huzzah!
Lord Dashwood Missed Out is not a particularly strong novella. My battle with Dare’s insistence that I not only willingly suspend my disbelief, but club it into submission continues. It’s not just that some events are historically questionable, but that they are questionable full stop. I didn’t feel like I ever really connected with the characters, particularly Dash, and as a whole the plot seemed haphazardly joined together. Dare does have a charming novella called The Scandalous, Dissolute, No-Good Mr. Wright which I suggest you read instead.
A complete summary of Tessa Dare’s catalogue, with recommendations, can be found here.
Links to my other reviews can be found on my complete reading list of books sorted by author or Author Commentary & The Tallies Shameful.
How do I even review this, now? You said everything.
You could point out that Dare missed including one of the things I always enjoy about her books – at least one description of the hero’s telltale firmness that is hysterically funny.
One of my notes when reading was a sarcastic “subtle”.
Wouldn’t THAT be a lovely blog post?
“The Tessa Dare ‘telltale firmness’ Round-Up”
It was really a fairly sub-par novella and the snogging half naked in a snow storm pretty much broke my disbelief too. The proposal scene was rather lovely, though, and I liked the bit with the atlas. Wouldn’t have minded the appearance of most of the oyher couples if the main gist of their scenes weren’t “Aren’t the heroes all terribly manly and able to satisfy their wives?”
I’m hoping Charlotte’s book is better.
I live in a cold northern climate and by most measures, have adapted to a frozen lifestyle and can happily jaunt about outside coatless until the temperature drops below freezing. My husband is so inured to cold that our bedroom window remains open all year long.
And I can tell you with all certainty, there is no snow sex happening. Nope. Never. Nada. No naked snow parties.
Speaking as a woman born and raised in Toronto, I concur.