Book: The Rarest Rose
Author: H.A. Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
…a challenge was a challenge. When my smart-mouthed assistant, Angela, triple-dog-dared me to go on holiday empty-handed, I couldn’t turn it down – especially after her thirty-minute lecture on the consequences of turning down a triple-dog-dare. I didn’t think all my hair would actually fall out, or that my manhood would shrivel up to nothing, rendering me doomed to a joyless existence, as she not so delicately put it.
I felt a strange pang in my chest, where I was pretty sure my heart used to be. I couldn’t remember the last time somebody had looked at me like that. If I was being honest with myself, it was a stretch to remember the last time somebody who wasn’t the Tesco delivery guy looked at me at all…
It looks like Hiroshima in 1945 in here. Are you baking or splitting the atom?
I’m a domestic disaster. The only thing I’m any good at making is a mess.
It was a real life fairy tale. But every fairy tale has a villain.
Unclench, constipation is bad for you.
She ate slowly, daintily, which was a little strange to me, having grown up with a vacuum cleaner for a sister.
I wish I had been given a warning before I dived into this book so I could prepare myself, so I will one to you. Gird your loins for high angst and a few scenes of heinous abuse. But if you turn away based on that warning, you will miss out on a smart and well-written, beautiful, heart-squeezing love story of salvation and second chances, although it is unfortunately also realistically marred with an intense history of violence. The heroine of the story appeared to be the Queen of Indecision and Poor Personal Choices – past and present. She frustrated me. I felt empathy for her as she was so badly broken and deeply cracked, but I also found her to be somewhat tedious – but that may largely be due to my personal distaste for constant angst. I adored Elijah, he was a tasty morsel and the source of all things clever in the narrative, and I reveled in and lived for the witty banter and verbal sparring he provided. Some of the abuse scenes were too vivid for me and required a cursory skim – which is something I rarely do, but I felt too close to it and couldn’t be turned inside out today – so I cheated. However, the perfectly satisfying and lovely ending more than made up for all my prior discomfort. Taken in totally, The Rarest Rose is another well-crafted offering from Ms. Robinson, although I must confess I greatly preferred and cherished her Max Colton more, but well, who wouldn’t when it comes to the great and mighty Max?