The review is in verse for which I sincerely apologise. I was bored. Let’s pretend it never happened.
I am half sick of writing these romance reviews.
Each week, I wonder if, how, when, who will I read
Another some thing or are these books my purview,
But there’s Read to Cannon and from novels they breed
So here comes another with all haste and due speed.
Not vixen, not velvet, for math great affection,
Fair Leonie is smart, precise, driven, and pert.
They bet on some art, from his lovely collection
Venus/Mars Botticelli (the war god’s inert).
Ne’er could a frump by clothing corrections be hurt.
She’s busy, has no care Simon’s heart is at risk.
With her sisters makes fripperous gowns a la mode
But quickly, so quickly, fleet, swift, winged and brisk,
As logic and timelines against romance implode.
(In private she wants him, takes a public high road.)
He’s called Lisburne (his title), Simon his first name
Dashing, he flirts well, Beau Brummel clothing all pressed
(So many Simons in romance, wallflowers’ swains.)
Together flirt banter great affection expressed.
What they really want is each other undressed.
One classic, some pips, and not so many misfires,
Chase has written a long time and always does well.
New novels from her I will look to acquire
I read, but don’t buy her, though the writing is swell.
Fun smolder, for her characters many have fell.