Nothing Says "I Have To Be An Actual Adult In Real Life" Like The Intense Desire To Read Romances.

After the disappointment that was The Real McCoy, I tried a Tessa Dare novel (A Week To Be Wicked) and was WAY more invested in the relationship that was being set up to have a novel of their own. That book was A Lady By Midnight. So I ended up pausing my read of A Week To Be Wicked To binge-read A Lady By Midnight. The kindle edition was eighty-nine cents. So, there went any chance of me getting to bed before three a.m. It's basically an entire novel about the hero internally monologuing about how he's not worthy of the heroine (he's a former convict and served semi-dishonorably in the army before getting the chance to get his act together and doing so); foreplay that involves the hero ironing the heroine's dress; and cunninglingus*. Thus far, Dare's books are just the right blend of 'legitimately decent romances' and 'so trashy and tropey it's perfect' and 'ladies have orgasms.'

*I must admit thatI was not happy that the epilogue was 'happily ever after with children' and not the wild, animalistic, love-making that the hero was fantasizing about at one point.