So if you’ve been paying attention to my posts over the past month, some of these probably won’t surprise you.
1. Penelope and Colin from Romancing Mister Bridgerton by Julia Quinn
BECAUSE. THAT’S WHY. You really should have expected this choice by now.
“In three days,” he continued, “I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?”
“You’ll save me from marauding minotaurs?”
2. Rose and Stephen from Talk Sweetly to Me by Courtney Milan
They’re adorable… and they’re SWEET. And I’m not sorry I went there.
“You’re trying to charm me with mathematics,” she said.
“Is it working?”
She looked up at him. Yes, said her dark eyes, shining up at him. Yes, said the past of her lips, the fingers that drew up to brush her hair. Yes, said the tilt of her body in his direction.
“No,” she told him with a firm shake of her head. “It isn’t.”
3. Penelope and Bourne from A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean
I have to give a nod to the romance that relaunched my love of historical romance. Penelope and Bourne were a lot different, but they fit well, and they had history as childhood friends (or sorts). I JUST LIKED THEM.
Bonus, it was nice to see Penelope (who was a jilted bride in Sarah MacLean’s other adult histrom series) get her happily ever after.
I saved them all, you know. Every letter you ever sent, even those to which I never replied. I’m sorry for so many things, my love: that I left you; that I never came home; that it took me so long to realize that you were my home and that, with you by my side, none of the rest mattered. But in the darkest hours, on the coldest nights, when I felt I’d lost everything, I still had your letters. And through them, in some small way, I still had you. I loved you then, my darling Penelope, more than I could imagine—just as I love you now, more than you can know.
Hell House, February 1831
4. A Week to Be Wicked by Tessa Dare
Colin and Minerva don’t seem like they’d be a good match, but they are.
“You know,” he said, “this design begins to appeal to me after all. Sea slugs aren’t the least bit arousing, but logarithms . . . I’ve always thought that word sounded splendidly naughty.” He let it roll off his tongue with ribald inflection. “Logarithm.” He gave an exaggerated shiver. “Ooh. Yes and thank you and may I have some more.”
“Lots of mathematical terms sound that way. I think it’s because they were all coined by men. ‘Hypotenuse’ is downright lewd.”
“ ‘Quadrilateral’ brings rather carnal images to mind.”
She was silent for a long time. Then one of her dark eyebrows arched. “Not so many as ‘rhombus.’ ”
Good Lord. That word was wicked. Her pronunciation of it did rather wicked things to him. He had to admire the way she didn’t shrink from a challenge, but came back with a new and surprising retort. One day, she’d make some fortunate man a very creative lover.”