Karen Robards

A model-turned-maid is taken hostage by a "corpse" that comes to life while she is cleaning the funeral home--a man she calls Frankenstein

Walking After Midnight

Celeste Richardson

Actual rating: 2.5

Despite my love for Nora Roberts, straight-up romance is not a genre I often read. I love romance cased within other genres, and I guess this book is technically a mystery as well as a romance. But honestly, I would not have picked this upon on my own. My mom read the first chapter and it had her laughing hysterically. She told me that the main protagonist’s inner monologue while frightened reminded her so much of me that I just had to read it. Well, she was right. The first few chapters of this were absolutely hilarious, and I could definitely see myself in Summer.

And now comes a big however. The speed at which captor turned to love interest had me rolling my eyes so hard, and broke the camaraderie I had with Summer. Maybe I’m a prude, but I can’t imagine jumping someone a scant three days after they had kidnapped me and tied me up with my own bra. That’s a giant NOPE for me. The characters were super funny, right down to the little show dog that found herself thrown into the mix. And the plot was engaging, it really was. But there were so many eye-rollingly bad decisions that I think I almost sprained mine from repeating the action so frequently. But everything worked out for the best, as it should with this type of story. 

If you’re looking for something mindlessly funny rife with sexual tension, you wouldn’t go wrong by choosing this one. But if you’re looking for a smidgen of depth and a believable romance, look elsewhere.

Walking After Midnight

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