First and foremost. The COVER.
I love the cover. The cover gets five stars. If Sabrina ever sees this post, please ask her for a poster of this cover. I want it over my bed. As in, on the ceiling. I want to stare at it nightly when I go to sleep. It is that good. I must have a poster. Make it two posters. One for the ceiling and one on the wall, framed, so I can stare at it while I work on the computer. Yes. Two. Make it three, just in case something happens to one of the others. Wait. Five. Yes. Five. I want five posters of this cover. 16×11 or larger please. I will be happy, then and only then. Five. Yes. Five. Okay Six. Six. Yes. Six is good.
American artist Jeremy Keane refuses to return home and take over his father’s business. He’d much rather sample bevvies of beauties abroad, in search of a model for the provocative masterpiece he’s driven to paint. When he meets Lady Yvette Barlow at a London wedding, he realizes she’s perfect for his work—and determines to capture the young heiress’s defiant spirit and breathtaking sensuality on canvas.
No stranger to scandal, Yvette agrees to be Keane’s subject—in exchange for his help gaining entry to the city’s brothels he knows intimately, so she can track a missing woman and solve a family mystery. But when their practical partnership leads to lessons in the art of sinning, can they find a bold and lasting love?
It is the good thing about having an actual book in your hands. You can turn your wrist, and see the cover. Or the back of the book. With a Kindle, you have to scroll back, and it is never satisfying because then you have to find your place again. Even if you mark your place, it is just not the same. Books are better. Thankfully I have the book of this. I can look at the cover all the time if I want to. I can even put in on the shelf cover out. Yes. This is good.
I am on the fence with this story. I love the cover (I think I mentioned that, right?), I love reading about artists. Jeremy Keane is a likable sort. But I also found I frowned on the fact he was not anything but a painter, really.
I like my heros a little more well rounded. He was a lover not a fighter, and that is okay, of course, but then again.. What did he do besides paint and have lots of gossip about his raunchy ways?
Besides jumping immediately into banter with Lady Yvette that is. I don’t know if it was believable, or that it put either of the characters in a decent light. Tearing into one another is one thing. It generates heat and surprise and stirs sexual feelings if it is done right. Jumping right into it made me feel like they were too quick. Banter is a good slow burn. A sexual stir in your groin, a brow raising show off. A dance, like animals trying to show they are the better mate. When done right, it is …perfect.
But what ELSE does he do? Does he ride horses? He hates the textile mills, he loves to paint. But what else? Does he read? Does he sew? Does he cook? Does he dress himself? Does he have anything else to offer her? Gah.! Oh of course, he is handsome!! Yes. Well that solves everything.
Will Lady Yvette get positively bored with him? That is a real possibility. I suppose she could gallivant around the country with him while he paints. And what will she do? Sit and look pretty? Yes. I suppose that is what she will do. That and host parties and events and all that stuff that white folk did to keep themselves entertained. And that is okay. I guess. I just think they will be bored stiff with each other after the banter runs out.
About 2/3’s into the book, the story picked up and I started to really like it. The tale was being spun and I was on that ride with my grip tight on the safety bar. Eyes wide open… It was getting really good. There is a lot of good things about this story, and I truly did enjoy it.
I did not really care for the wording that was used. “Good Heavens”,”Good Lord”, and “Oh Heavens” threw me. I think the last book I read by her used those terms too. I am sure this might be normal for that time period, but It was distracting to me. Why ? I don’t know… I keep diving into the black water abyss that is my psyche. I don’t know about other people but, when I am having an orgasm, I do not want heaven or the Lord God to be there with me. Screaming “Oh Heavens!” Just does not fit. Maybe it is just me, maybe I am being a little selfish. Maybe, I should share that experience with the Lord above, but I don’t really want to.
And then of course there is another favorite of mine and Jeffries… This time it is “Boxing the Jesuit”. Ah…. I love this…. I love it so much I am going to start using it when need be.
Thank you Jeremy…. Boxing the Jesuit. Yes.!!
All in all, I thought this was a commendable story. Got a bit sappy at the end, of course. I am coming realize it is inevitable. I will be reading more of the series. It is very good, just has a little creepy in there somewhere. I am sure it is just me. I am an odd bird. The thing is, I really liked that Yvette came to the conclusion that she did about the painting. I thought it was intuitive. So kudos, Sabrina Jeffries! Hope you do not mind me poking a little fun. I do like your stories. 🙂 If I didn’t, I would not keep reading them. 🙂
She has a great website that has all her books listed, including the ones from this series. Her web address is http://www.sabrinajeffries.com/
The Art of Sinning is available as an ebook and also as a paperback and maybe even a hardcover if you are a lucky dog. Do you need the jump to Amazon? I don’t know how to add buttons. But you can totally go to her site and purchase. I bet those buttons are on her site too. Go push her buttons. 🙂 hee hee hee . 🙂