Christy Carlyle at Night Owl Reviews says.....
Victorian Dream is written with a rich depth of detail. It is also nicly spiced with an underlying sense of mystery and danger. The attraction between Trelayne and Walker is nicely developed, and the author does an excellent job of putting you inside each character's heart and mind.
1851 England & America.
Trelayne
St.Christopher, a cosseted young English woman, dreams of falling madly in
love, just like the daring women in her purloined novels. Now faced with adult
responsibilities for the first time in her life, she leaps at the opportunity
to manage her father's shipping business. But when Trelayne ignores her
prophetic nightmares in favor of passionate daydreams, her best laid plans go dangerously
awry.
Emotionally
scarred by the death of his wife, Yankee sea captain Walker Garrison bans
romance from his personal manifest, shipbuilding is his only passion. The
transatlantic partnership between Walker and Trelayne's father seems a grand
idea until her parents are critically injured and one of Walker's crew turns up
dead. On the trail of the man responsible, Walker sets sail for England. But, after
meeting his new partner's daughter, protecting Trelayne and not falling in love
with her may prove impossible.
Will he find the murderer, but lose his heart?
Excerpt:
“Have I missed the first waltz?” Walker asked, escorting
Trelayne to the center of the room.
“No. I’ve
allowed none to be played, and my poor guests are near to the point of
exhaustion from quickstepping about the room.”He gave a chuckle, taking a step backward, his gaze gliding over her from head to toe. “You appear to have held up beautifully.”
As they stood before one another, a hush blanketed the room. It was one tiny moment, filled with a lifetime of anticipation. Coming to her senses, she caught Penelope’s attention and nodded toward the orchestra. Her friend rushed toward the musicians, nearly tripping on the hem of her dress. The lilting strains of Tchaikovsky soon swirled through the air like a welcoming breeze, and her guests issued playful hurrahs and hurried to find their partners.
Captain Garrison, male elegance infused with animal-like grace and strength, swept her into his arms—and into a dream come true.
When he solidly placed his hand at the small of her back, a tingling sensation shot straight up her spine to the roots of her hair. The resulting effect was more potent than wine. She was dizzy with desire, giddy with happiness. She must remember to breathe.
“I’ve thought a time or two about holding you in my arms,” he admitted, in a husky voice. “It feels even better than I imagined.”
“What other thoughts have crossed your mind?” she dared to ask, finding the courage to stare up at him.
His eyes crinkled at the corners, but his gaze held passion as well as mirth. “Things a man ought not discuss with a lady.”
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