Hello people. I took Vika on one of our extended walks this morning, hoping to walk out a sciatic hip – caused by half-sitting up in bed too long, reading, last night. Or this morning, 2:30 AM, to be precise. I was engrossed by a free e-book from Amazon for Samsung. ‘Never Kiss A Rake: Scandal at the House of Russell, by Anne Stuart.
Anguished by death. Driven by revenge.
Bryony Russell and her two sisters are left destitute by the disgrace and unexpected death of their father, a wealthy shipping magnate. He left a cryptic note, and Bryony is determined to find the real villain and clear her father’s name. In disguise as a servant, Bryony infiltrates the home of her father’s business partner to find proof of his guilt…or innocence. It’s not just clues that Bryony finds, but temptation too…
Once a month, I get a choice of four books, and sometimes I have to select the best of a bad lot. But, wow, this one sucked me right in. Four decades or so ago, I loved reading Georgette Heyer, but this isn’t quite that sort of historical romance. This has a feisty heroine, a wickedly lewd hero, flying sparks, and ramped up tension. I loved the tongue-in-cheek humour. I was all set to download the second book, but parting with six Aussie bucks nearly always stops me in my tracks, forcing that finger away from that oh-so-convenient buy now with one click button. That yellow bar is akin to chocolate bars by the checkout counter. While reading some of the reviews, I learned that this trilogy is less erotically charged than this author’s other series. Oh?
Umm, where was I? I didn’t mean to do a book review, but I’ll keep it.
We were on our morning walk, and we went past where the Shetland pony lives, to the end of Argyle Street. Down this end of the street I found an awesome sight – this concrete kangaroo fence.
I have pushed the brightness up a tad on the Nokia Lumia 530, else the photos are gloomy. The colour is pretty much how I see it.
I live another block beyond the trees down the end.
Someone put a lot of work into this fence. I hope no-one was watching me standing there, with my gob hanging open in amazed awe. In case you are wondering, the only time the Shetland pony has been near enough for a photo was the day my phone was critically flat.
I hope you are having a good week-end. 🙂