Editorial Reviews. Review. Debt-ridden Avery Fleming is determined to find a A Rose In Winter – Kindle edition by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. Ladies and Gentlemen, It is time for another retro romance review. This is one that I read shortly after I discovered The Bride. In fact it was the. Thank you, bitchsdangerous, for the suggestion and I do hope you comment! So, without further adieu A ROSE IN WINTER by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss pgs.

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Log in No account? You will find many mentionings of phantoms, hatters, hares, and katleen around here. This introductory post may be helpful. I hope it’s okay to do this. I wasn’t sure if I should post this here or in my personal journal, and decided since this is for writing, and books help me think about writing, it ought to go here!

I wanted to review a book I bought in late December and read for the kathleeen few weeks. Thank you, bitchsdangerousfor the suggestion and I do hope you comment! So, without further adieu Woodiwiss pgs 3 out of 5 Stars Being that I haven’t read a novel in a long, long time, quite hypocritical being that I aim to be an author myselfI stepped into reading this with a really optimistic demeanor.

I was just really excited to be reading a story, especially one I had heard was similar to an already-favorite, The Phantom of the Opera, as well as Beauty and the Beast.

Review: A Rose in Winter by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

Although some Amazon reviews claim even the first few pages were annoying, I was pleased with them. They set up a heroine woodiqiss was clearly young and quick to have an opinion, but you kind of felt for her because her dad kept bringing her creeps that he hoped she’d marry so they could pay off their debts.

Loved the descriptions of them, though. Head like a grey, bulging melon and rat-like eyes I guess I should provide a brief synopsis of the story, but I find them really annoying when they take up half the review, so this’ll be quick. The main character, Erienne, is a young woman from a relatively poor family even though her father is the mayor who ends up being sold to the highest bidder for marriage because said father is a totally selfish dick with an alcohol problem.

To her dismay, the highest bidder is perhaps the scariest of all suitors ever presented to her, Lord Saxton: At the same wintsr as this whole affair, Erienne realizes that she may have feelings for this egotistical jerk, Christopher Seton, who won’t leave her alone and is bent on making her his woman even though she’s married.

Because I knew this was where the story was going, I was eager to work my way in and find the author’s approach to this situation. I didn’t start off reading very kxthleen — maybe 25pgs a sitting, but as plot thickened, I was doing pgs a day. One thing that I give Woodiwiss credit for, her decisions on plot aside, is that she has the ability to create brain candy for the roe, where you’re just happy to munch on it and have an escape for a few hours.

You read it the same way you reach into a bag of potato chips and realize it’s empty. I don’t read cheap novels that you could probably find at a grocery store check-out line often, but, even acknowledging that it was one, it had a well constructed plot, lots of useful personalities, and each chapter was a legitimate installment instead of just filler.

As Christopher Seton was introduced, sending Erienne through the loop, I was beginning to smile to myself and enjoy their quite offensive interactions.

It was in third-person unlimited, so sometimes the switching around of perspective was distracting, but I guess I have to be thankful that it wasn’t all in the point of view of Erienne. She would’ve gotten rather boring. Woodiwiss’ characters were mostly stereotypes, but she made lemonade with her lemons. I don’t think I liked any of them besides Lord Saxton, and I hated Christopher, but they still put on a good show. While her writing style could turn purple prose at the drop of the hat, I mostly found her descriptions to create a great deal of woodiiwss.

There were times when a scene started, obviously with some suspense, and she thought it appropriate to first give a wordy meteorological report, but I guess what best describes my thoughts is that her strength was also her weakness, so I just lived with it. I can honestly say that the real point of this book didn’t materialize until she met the man who bought her hand in marriage.

By the time she was alone in her room at the dark, dusty Saxton Hall, scared stiff of her mysterious husband who had sent her to prepare for their first dinner, I was officially happy to be reading the story, sipping my caramel tea, and going along her journey. It really was like Beauty and the Beast, where she began with vy but came to realize, gradually, that the one she was stuck with was actually the best for her.


Although she had much to learn about being a wife, going to parties and avoiding being molested practically by other certain lordsand fighting off the courting efforts of Christopher, the whole story, for me, became about Lord Saxton. He was really a breath of fresh air; scenes with him couldn’t come soon enough. He was the first man to show Erienne any respect – both physically and emotionally. The first example of that came on the night of their wedding, when she refused to consummate with him and he agreed not to lay a hand on her until she was ready.

He also had a good eye for the true colors of others, recognizing that her wintet was never after her best interests. He was accordingly cold whenever they had to speak, and when suggested Erienne be forced to share katjleen wealth or come visit, he made very clear that his wife made her own decisions.

Especially respectful given it was and most men didn’t feel that way. The blank, featureless face of leather turned squarely toward Avery, and the glimmer behind the eyeholes bore into him with a hard, penetrating coldness. The mayor’s spine prickled as tiny barbs of fear set themselves against it, and his bravado dwindled swiftly.

The bargain was been struck, and you’ll get nothing more from me.

A Rose in Winter by Kathleen Woodiwiss

It created a very questionable air, as the man she had married was already enigmatic and elusive, and clearly after a serious dealing of justice.

Her time with him revealed little bits and pieces about his past, and his attempts to live after the horrible hand that was bestowed upon him, but never a clear picture.

Despite everything going on around him and having to wintwr with a whole shitstorm of issues as a returning lord who’s suspected of murder, he really wanted a woman to “save him from his solitude” you might say, and Erienne was beginning to realize that she might be okay with that. I may not have found her a compelling roxe, but it put me in a good mood when he did the opposite of everyone else in this bizarre book, kathleeb said sincere words to her, and treated her.

The entire time that this happened, she was being chased woodiwise by Christopher, and though he was described as physically gorgeous and she secretly lusted after him, she was persistent in refusing his offers. She may not have refused them as strongly as I would have, but it still gave me hope that inside she knew what was right and there were more important things and people in her life.

It was shaping up to be a story with the message that looks and reputations don’t matter, and you can find happiness in things you don’t expect. And when I was under the impression that this book was after that idea, I thought it was lovely and couldn’t wait to recommend it. But things really twisted around in the last pgs, and there was a revealing that Amazon reviews claimed was obvious, but I guess I’d been put under the spell of the moment.

She ended it like, well, like a cheap check-out line romance would, with satisfaction in vapidness and mediocrity. She pulled a Twilight, really. Imagine what that means as you will. And as long as I’m rode, I’ve got to say that if this is a typical example of the genre “bodice rippers”, I’m not sure if I’m ready for a while to read another book that uses the word “bosom” so often. The society’s obsession with women’s beauty and boobs was so strong, it reminded me of that episode of South Park where the boys found out about them and Kenny started graffiti’ing them on walls because he couldn’t stop thinking about them.

Very few in this book weren’t perverts with one-track minds, and everywhere Erienne went, guys were peaking at her cleavage or hitting on her, all in ways that would merit a sexual harassment suit nowadays. I guess Woodiwiss liked the idea of her heroine getting that type of attention, but for me it got old, and I thought, if anyone, a woman writing this book would put things like boobs aside since she has a pair herself and sees them everyday and they’re nothing much.

On that subject, it seemed like she made every woman besides Lord Saxton’s housekeeper a bitch or a whore, less attractive than and jealous of Erienne. Most of the interactions she had with the rest of society were without her husband by her side, so another reason I loved their scenes together was that the crap all these youngsters put each other through was not even a reality at Saxton Hall. When she was with Lord Saxton, it seemed like she and the story were growing up and earning some respect.


I think it’s good simply just to come up with your own ending on this one. With that, I thought I’d just write down some reflection of particular characters. The haunting echo of the footsteps died away as Lord Saxton’s form came partly into view, at first only a black shape with a flowing cloak covering most of his body. The upper part of his body remained obscured in the darkness of the hall, but when he passed where the light was better, Erienne gasped as she saw the reason why he moved with an odd, twisting motion.

The boot of bu right leg bore a thick, heavy, wedge-shaped sole, as if for the purpose of straightening a clubbed or twisted foot.

After each step he took, the weighted foot was dragged sideways kn meet the other. Lord Saxton’s face and head were completely covered by a black leather helm. Two slitted holes had been cut for the eyes, two tiny ones for his nostrils, and a row of small, square openings formed a mouth for the mark. It witer a neatly stitched creation that had been shaped to fit over his head without giving any hint of the features beneath. Even the eyes were hidden in the shadowed depths of the wwoodiwiss openings.

Erienne’s shock was great, and it was through a numbed sense of awareness that she noticed other details about him. Except for the white shirt, he was dressed entirely in black. Leather gloves of the same hue covered his hands, and he gripped a heavy, silver-handled cane. Beneath the cloak his shoulders seemed thick and broad. The left one rose slightly higher than the other, whether from deformity or because of the unbalanced gait she could not rightly determine.

In all, he presented a most fearsome mien for a young bride seeing her future husband for the first time. He halted before them and bowed stiffly. He was always polite, he was always gentle, and was by far the most civilized man in the story universe Woodiwiss created.

It was hard to tell if he really lived with resentment for his actual injuries rather than for the harm done to his family as a whole because he lived a life with dignity and always assured Erienne that he was no different from anybody else. He doesn’t mourn because he’s a kqthleen.

A Rose in Winter

If anything, it’s helped him realize an empowering philosophy; that there are ways to do anything and little should hold you back.

If he were a real person, I wouldn’t be surprised if he coined thephrase “differently abled. When it came to protecting himself, his wife, and his staff, he was not hit or miss. And coincidentally enough, Erienne’s brother was winteer a cripple, with the opposite mentality, so one of my favorite demonstrations of Stuart’s character was when he kept inviting him back to winteer mansion to practice shooting with his only working wonter.

Stuart became a role model for him, and by the end of the book, he woociwiss optimism, a job, and a fiance. Woodiwise sensitive side with Erienne got me the woodiwis, though. He waited as long as it took for her to be intimate with him, and sometimes was too hesitant just to touch her. He claimed he may have created his own personal hell because he had bought her marriage but she wanted nothing to do with him.

His hand, as if on its own volition, came upward from her back and hovered out of range of her vision, as if he yearned to caress her cheek but fought against the urge. After a moment’s pause, he dropped it over her shoulder again. Behind her back, she could feel him jerking on his gloves, and on impulse she laid a palm against his chest, finding it firmly muscled beneath the crispness of his shirt.

I can touch you now, and it does not cause me to shudder. He was incredibly smart, calculating, brave, and he had a sense of humor. He was generous, people liked him as a lord, as did his mansion staff. This might make him sound like boring perfection, but he also hid a lot of information, disappeared, and was clearly seeking revenge on the orse that killed his father and tried to kill him.

It was beginning to seem clear he might be the “Night Rider”, too. Oh, and he played the harpsichord in the dead of night.