Cecilia Grant
I write Regency-set historical romance with a high angst-to-plot ratio. I specialize in hard-headed heroines and good-hearted heroes. So far.
A word about the "reviews" I post here: Please think of them as recommendations rather than reviews. If I like a book, I'll list it here and scrawl a few sentences about why I liked it. I've gone back and forth about whether to use stars (it feels like a sledgehammer approach to something pretty intricate), and at the moment I'm back to using them. Mostly because I'm slow about writing reviews, and there were a lot of books I wanted to go on record as having enjoyed!
“Love makes us all do unaccountable things.”
Cecilia Grant
“Don’t you find that a terribly romantic idea? Love stealing in to overtake two people who’d believe they were merely friends?”
Cecilia Grant
“Even two people who are no more than friends by daylight can fell prey to the influence of a secret dark room.”
Cecilia Grant
“With all the insolence she swallowed, it was a wonder her corsets still laced. Retort after rejoinder after sharp-edged remark: Why do you address me? What can I possibly have to say to a man who would split a pair of fives? Be quiet. Go to sleep. Go away. Come back when you have another erection.”
Cecilia Grant
“I love you for your quickness and your brokenness and your sharp edges too.”
Cecilia Grant
“Some men there were who know how to look at a lady, and make her feel she'd been seen. Or perhaps there was no question of knowing how. Some men just looked at ladies that way. [...] Tell me what absorbs you so, such a man might say. I wonder at your thoughts. He might even guess. It's to do with cards, isn't it?”
Cecilia Grant
“How could he claim to love her, when he did not love what was essential in her?”
Cecilia Grant
“Honor is the best part of you, Will Blackshear. And I don't make that pronoucement lightly. No woman could, who's ever seen you naked.”
Cecilia Grant
“I've never asked you to give the least considerations to my feelings." He could picture her holding the word with fingertips at arm's length, like a scullery maid disposing of a dead rat.”
Cecilia Grant