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Review: Seven Minutes in Heaven by Eloisa James

Format: Paperback
Read with: Paperback
Length: Novel
Genre: Historical Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Desperate Duchesses by the Numbers, #3
Publisher: Avon
Hero: Theodore Edward Braxton Reeve (Ward)
Heroine: Eugenia Snowe
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 31, 2017
Started On: May 16, 2025
Finished On: June 01, 2025

Seven Minutes in Heaven by Eloisa James is a romance that hit all my catnip: a sensual, banter-rich romance with a heroine who owns her competence and a hero who melts in spite of himself. Eugenia Snowe, twenty-nine and seven years widowed, runs the most elite governess registry in London. Theodore Edward Braxton Reeve or “Ward” to his friends, is a brilliant inventor and newly minted guardian who storms her office in dire need of help with two hellion half-siblings, Lizzie and Otis. Their first clash is all sparks and sharp wit; their second involves letters that slide from businesslike to dangerously personal; and before long, one carriage ride and one unguarded afternoon turns into a reckoning neither of them planned.

Ward is a delicious contradiction: rangy, scarred, and outrageously confident in every arena but the heart and reminds me a bit of Jack Devlin from Suddenly You by Lisa Kleypas. A bastard son who has had to fight for every scrap of respect, he is practical to a fault and allergic to pretense. He tells himself Eugenia is a temporary distraction, a problem to be solved with a fortnight’s worth of indulgence. Then he sees her with his siblings; clear-eyed, kind, and unflappable, and the ground shifts.

Eugenia is exactly the sort of heroine I adore: clever, decisive, and sensual beneath a polished exterior. She believes in structure and small, steady acts that teach children how to become themselves. And when she chooses Ward, she does it with open eyes and a body-thrumming joy she cannot control; no coyness, no flutters, just a woman claiming what she wants.

The tug-of-war between them is beautifully rooted in who they are. Ward’s past has taught him that titles and drawing-room polish are masks; he trusts usefulness, honesty, and results. Eugenia’s upbringing prized unconventional genius but left her craving the calm of rules well kept. They meet in the middle; at the worktable, in the nursery, by the water; until tenderness becomes inevitable and heat explodes. James writes their intimacy with humor and abandon; it is raw, playful, and deeply attentive, the kind of coupling that makes you grin even while your heart squeezes.

I especially loved the sibling arc: Lizzie’s fury and strange magic, Otis’s single-minded schemes, and Ward’s awkward, earnest attempts to be exactly what they need. There is a marvelous moment of clarity when Eugenia watches Ward with the children and realizes that she is falling; it is quiet and sun-drenched and utterly persuasive.

On the other hand, the first half meanders a touch, and the prose occasionally reaches for ornate vocabulary that jarred me out of the scene. Once the midpoint hits, though (as was the case with my last read Not That Duke by Eloisa James), the story tightens, the emotional stakes rise, and Ward’s brand of sensual, commanding devotion takes over in the best way.

By the time the final act rolls around, we get the grand gesture Ward needs to make things right; public, unequivocal, and exactly the scale this couple deserves, followed by a warm glimpse of their hard-won domestic bliss. He learns to see Eugenia’s worth beyond his hunger; she refuses anything less than being chosen first; and together they are incandescent.

Recommended for: those who love widowed-heroine romances, heroes with brains and brawn, guardian/children subplots that matter, sparkling banter, and frankly joyous steam.

Final Verdict: Witty, earthy, and achingly tender; Ward and Eugenia blaze from sparring to soul-deep. A luscious, grown-up historical that pays off big.

Favorite Quotes

“You are far too marvelously endowed to be likened to apples,” he said, nodding agreeably.
She must be going a bit mad, because she heard herself say, “Earlier today, I was thinking that they will be the size of a pair of ostrich eggs in a few years.” His eyes glittered with a dark emotion that she had no trouble interpreting, though she hadn’t seen it for years. Lust.
Desire.
“All mankind lives in hope,” he said. A husky note in his voice made her want to both leap toward him-and out of the carriage.

Ward was standing in the water to his thighs, his right hand holding Lizzie’s, and his left, Otis’s. Both children were floating on their backs, lying on the surface of the water as if they were made of thistle-down. His hair was spangled with sunshine, and the water eddied around the three of them in little waves.
Her eyes met his and Ward broke into the widest, most joyful smile she’d ever seen. His hair was plastered to his head and she could see the contours of his skull.
It was a magnificent skull. That very morning she had run her hands all over it, cupped his face and kissed him with every bit of passion she felt.
The truth struck her like a blow: she was falling in love.

Ward was lounging in his chair the way no gentleman was supposed to do. His hair wasn’t arranged in waves, or powdered, or even hidden by an old-fashioned wig. It was thick and wavy and so soft that Eugenia’s fingers curled into her palm at the memory of clenching them in his hair.
“Eugenia,” he said in a low voice. “You oughtn’t to look at me like that. Not here.”
“But you look delicious,” she said reasonably. He leaned forward and her eyes skated hungrily over his broad shoulders, over his strong neck and the cravat that framed his jaw.
Desire felt like a clawing animal inside her, making her breath catch and heat come into her lips.

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Review: Not That Duke by Eloisa James

Format: Paperback
Read with: Paperback
Length: Novel
Genre: Historical Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Would-Be Wallflowers #3
Publisher: Avon
Hero: Silvester Parnell
Heroine: Stella Corsham
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: July 25, 2023
Started On: April 29, 2025
Finished On: May 16, 2025

It had been a while since I last picked up a physical paperback, and Not That Duke by Eloisa James reminded me why that experience still feels so distinct.

This installment in the Would-Be Wallflowers series tells the story of Silvester Parnell, the Duke of Huntington, and Stella Corsham, an intelligent, bespectacled heroine who believes herself unlovable. What begins as a story of mismatched expectations slowly unfolds into one of mutual respect, sensual awakening, and unexpected tenderness.

Silvester is the kind of hero you cannot quite decide whether to admire or shake your head at. With a brilliant but eccentric mother whose inventions once caused polite society to brand the entire family as odd, he is determined to live a life as far removed from scandal as possible. His goal is simple: find a well-bred, quiet duchess who will bring respectability back to his name.

What he does not want is Stella, a woman who talks too much, reads too much, and wears spectacles that seem to define her in the eyes of those around her. Yet in true Eloisa James fashion, fate or rather, an interfering mother and an annual treasure hunt forces them together until the spark between them is impossible to ignore.

Stella is an unconventional heroine for certain. Orphaned and raised by an aunt who instilled in her a deep wariness of men’s desires, she moves through life convinced that she is too opinionated and plain to ever inspire genuine affection. Watching her navigate society’s unkindness, especially the barbed remarks from so-called friends who reminds her of her “unsuitability”, makes her eventual transformation into a confident, passionate woman immensely satisfying. There is something deeply endearing about Stella’s curiosity and her quiet humor, even when her inner monologue veers toward self-doubt.

For much of the first half, Silvester’s attentions are directed elsewhere, toward Lady Yasmin, the very picture of aristocratic perfection. It is only through proximity and the slow realization that Stella’s sharp mind and unflinching honesty challenge him in ways Yasmin never could, that his admiration turns into desire.

Their chemistry, when it ignites, burns surprisingly hot, and the sensuality between them is trademark Eloisa James: lush, emotional, and deliciously frank. The scenes after their marriage are particularly memorable, showcasing not just physical passion but also the vulnerability of two people learning how to love without pretense.

That said, the book falters in pacing. The first half feels bogged down by too many intersecting storylines; Yasmin and Giles’s romance runs parallel here, which often steals attention from Silvester and Stella. It isn’t until the second part that the narrative truly becomes theirs, and from that point, the emotional payoff finally delivers.

At times, the prose veers into ostentation, with vocabulary that feels like it’s trying too hard to sound clever, pulling me out of the moment instead of deepening it. Still, there is undeniable charm in James’s humor and her ability to write characters whose flaws make them human.

Despite its imperfections, Not That Duke has moments of genuine warmth, especially when Silvester’s polished composure cracks and we glimpse the man beneath; passionate, protective, and wholly undone by his unlikely duchess. Stella, for her part, gives as good as she gets, matching him wit for wit, and by the end, it’s clear that she’s exactly the woman he needed all along.

Recommended for: readers who enjoy slow-burn historical romances, intelligent heroines, and reformed dukes who learn that love rarely fits inside their plans.

Final Verdict: A clever, slow-burn Victorian romance where wit meets heat and the wrong duchess turns out to be just right.

Favorite Quotes

He put a strong hand under her elbow. “Are you uninjured?” Silvester asked, once she was on her feet.
She thought of him as Silvester because the name suited him. It was a fancy, elegant name for a fancy, elegant man.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled.
Stella thought of her body as capable of walking and dancing, most of the time. Luckily she was sturdily constructed, since her bones never broke, no matter how often she tumbled to the ground.
But around Silvester? With his broad shoulders, the handsome curve of his jaw, the easy swing of his muscled body, his gray eyes, even his commanding nose…
His smile.
Around him, her body became her enemy, serving up shaking knees and quickened breath. Desire that flared straight down her back after a glance at his lower lip. Or the touch of his hand on her arm.
He went to Stella’s head like potent wine.

Silvester in the ballroom was one thing: he gleamed like the gold-plated aristocrat he was. But here? Wearing little more than a sheet, his burly chest undisguised? His nose seemed twice as bold and fierce.
And his eyes? Those gray, piercing eyes that could look so charming?
His coats must be cleverly cut to disguise his breadth, just as his charming smiles disguised the fierce desire to win every battle, important or other-wise. Stripped of his embroidery and lace, there was no mistaking who stood in the middle of the garden, wearing a swath of cloth and spinning a wooden sword while he listened intently to a young boy.
A warrior.
A man who ruthlessly manipulated currency markets for his own good—and incidentally to prevent the collapse of England’s finances.

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Review: When Beauty Tamed the Beast by Eloisa James

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Historical Romance
POV: Third Person, Multiple
Series: Fairy Tales, #2
Publisher: Avon
Hero: Piers Yelverton, Earl of Marchant
Heroine: Linnet Berry Thrynne
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 25, 2011
Started On: July 06, 2024
Finished On: July 08, 2024

Every now and then, a romance comes along that makes you laugh, swoon, and ache all at once, and for me, Eloisa James’ When Beauty Tamed the Beast was exactly that kind of read. A fairy-tale re-imagining with a historical twist, it is a story that pulls you in from the very first page and refuses to let go until the very end. Set against the rugged backdrop of Wales, the novel takes the essence of the Beauty and the Beast archetype and spins it into something wittier, sharper, and, dare I say, even more deliciously compelling.

This is a romance that has been raved about by so many readers, and I will admit I am late to the party. But better late than never is always my motto, especially when it comes to decadent romances, because this was my first taste of Ms. James’ work, and I must say it was nothing short of exquisite.

Linnet Berry Thrynne is our heroine, blessed with striking beauty and a boldness to match, she has grown up navigating the absurdities of her family with wit as her armor. Far from the demure society miss, Linnet faces life head-on, unafraid to embrace her sensuality and her desires. Her charm lies not only in her looks but in her refusal to be cowed by conventionor by the formidable beast she eventually encounters.

That beast comes in the form of Piers Yelverton, Earl of Marchant, heir to a dukedom and a man physically and emotionally scarred by the traumas of his past. A brilliant doctor with a razor-sharp tongue and a temperament to match, Piers has little patience for fools and even less tolerance for sentiment. He is eccentric, forceful, and a loner by nature, his brusqueness serving as a shield against further heartbreak. Yet, beneath his bark lies a man far more complex than anyone including himself, truly realizes.

Following a series of events, in order to protect her reputation and solve a delicate problem, she is sent off to marry Piers, the man whose bad temper is legendary and whose injury has made him the subject of cruel whispers. The set-up is delicious: she is the beauty, and he the beast, cloistered away in his Welsh castle. What neither of them anticipates is the irresistible spark that flares from the very start.

What unfolds between Linnet and Piers is a battle of wills wrapped in sparkling banter, unexpected tenderness, and a sensuality that takes both by surprise. Piers may try to approach matters clinically, but Linnet brings him to his knees with her warmth, humor, and fearless approach to love. Their dynamic is captivating precisely because it is not easy; Linnet challenges Piers at every turn, and he, in turn, forces her to see the strength in her own vulnerability. The story builds not just on attraction but on the deeper fears each must face: hers of rejection and his of being unworthy of love.

I adored everything about this book, Piers, Linnet, her crazy family, the lust and love between Piers and Linnet, and how she brings the formidable Piers to his very knees. The humor, much of it coming from Linnet’s outrageous family and Piers’ cutting wit, had me laughing out loud in many places, while the romance was swoon-worthy without losing its emotional bite.

I loved how Eloisa James wrote Linnet as unafraid of her desires, and how Piers, the man who thought himself untouchable, ends up enslaved to the very emotions he tried to dismiss. Their relationship is the kind where the supposed teacher becomes the student, and it was glorious to watch it all unfold. And the epilogue? Absolutely swoonworthy. The perfect bow on a romance that I know I will carry with me for a long time.

Recommended for: readers who love historical romance or romance in general, witty banter, strong heroines, and brooding yet brilliant heroes who need to be taken down a peg (or two).

Final Verdict: When Beauty Tamed the Beast is every bit as exquisite as the glowing reviews promised; funny, sensual, deeply emotional, and perfectly executed. An unforgettable romance that deserves every bit of its praise.

Favorite Quotes

“Tell us who fathered that child, and your father will demand marriage. No one below a prince would dare to refuse him.”
Without pausing for breath, she swung back to her brother-in-law. “You might have to fight a duel, Cornelius. I suppose you have pistols somewhere in this house, don’t you? Didn’t you threaten to fight one with Lord Billetsford years ago?”
“After finding him in bed with Rosalyn,” Linnet’s father said. He didn’t even sound mournful, just matter-of-fact. “New bed; we’d had it only a week or two.”
“My sister had many passions,” Zenobia said fondly.
“I thought you just said she was white as snow!” the viscount snapped back.
“None of them touched her soul! She died in a state of grace.”

“I think we have a more interesting connection than parental ineptitude,” Piers said. He switched his cane from his right to his left. She waited, just waited. A hand brushed by her cheek, curled into her hair. Still, she waited, without saying a word.
It felt as if the whole world waited, the sounds of the stable, the noise of Gavan’s unsteady footsteps walking down the corridor, the occasional stamp of a horse’s hoof, the creaking wood . . . it all faded before the intent look in his eyes.
“Your eyes—” she said, but he cut off her words.
His lips were like brandy, like an intoxication that swept down her back and stole her breath away.

Linnet was having a hard time keeping herself within the bounds of ladylike behavior. She wanted to touch Piers, to speak only to him, to smile at him in unmistakable invitation. She was in the grip of ravening hunger, as if lust were the only emotion in her body.

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