

Luckily for Daphne, Virgil cocks his toes five years into their not-quite-blissful union, and she’s free to travel to Egypt and follow her interests without his admonishments about her unfeminine pursuits. 42: “Thou shalt not suffer a heroine who hath a happy first marriage with an excellent sex life to live, though the hero may be allowed provided the former wife be uncommon delicate of constitution and expire painfully during childbirth, consequently leading to years of self-flagellation, anguish and guilt.”

Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, Virgil Pembroke turns out to be a stuffy, passive-aggressive asswipe ref. Her dedication to furthering her knowledge is so fierce that when she was 19, she married a clergyman 35 years her senior because of his extensive book collection. Saturday morning finishing it, trying not to bounce too hard with suppressed glee so I wouldn’t wake The Very Tall Husband.ĭaphne Pembroke fell in love with hieroglyphics the first time she saw them as a little girl, and has dedicated her life to doing what no scholar has succeeded thus far: finding the key to translating those odd little picture-words. Impossible is almost perfect, and I stayed up until 5 a.m.

(She rarely does the only time I’ve been less than impressed with her work was with The Last Hellion, but the less said about that book the better.) Mr. And I’m as happy as Dieter getting his monkey touched to report that with her latest effort, Chase doesn’t disappoint. Have I ever mentioned how happy I am that Loretta Chase is writing regularly again? You might’ve gotten an inkling since I actually dedicated three—THREE—entries on this website on my search for a copy of Mr.
