Kitty Charing needs a fiancé — specifically, she needs to appear engaged convincingly enough to make the man she is actually in love with take notice and propose before she leaves London for good.
There’s a particular thrill in watching an author step outside the lane readers built for them — and Ali Hazelwood’s Not in Love is exactly that. Hazelwood made her name on STEM-flavored academic rom-coms, all witty banter and lab-coat tension.
A marriage negotiated across a kitchen table, with terms and conditions and a handshake at the end — this is not the romance anyone grows up imagining.
Every so often a book comes along that makes you stop and ask what, exactly, you are rooting for — and then keeps you rooting anyway. Leather & Lark, Brynne Weaver’s follow-up to her viral hit Butcher & Blackbird, is one of those books.
Coming back to a place that hurt you requires a particular kind of stubbornness — or a particular kind of unfinished business. Faith Devlin left Prescott, Louisiana at fourteen when her family was run out of town in the middle of the night, and she built herself into someone entirely different in the years that followed.
The Hathaway family of Hampshire are not quite what polite Victorian society considers proper, and they have stopped pretending to care. The eldest daughter runs the family with intelligence and quiet authority.
Penelope Featherington spent a decade in London society being invisible. Not literally — she was present at every ball, every dinner, every social occasion her family dragged her to. She simply did not register on anyone’s attention in the way that mattered.
Almost dying clarifies things, and the thing it clarified for Chloe Brown was that she had been playing it very safe for a very long time. She made a list.
Meeting someone on November 9th and agreeing — right then, on the first day — to see each other once a year on that date and never in between is either the most romantic thing you have ever heard or a structural guarantee of disaster.
Best friends who vacation together every summer — just the two of them, a different city each year, a ritual that becomes the thing they both organize their lives around — are doing something that looks like friendship and is quietly something else entirely.