Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Review - Respect for Christmas
Title:  Respect for Christmas
Author:  Grace Burrowes
Genre:  Historical Romance
Publisher:  Forever
Format:  Print ARC
No. of Pages:  97
Date of Publication:  November 20, 2018
My Rating:  4 Stars


Henrietta Whitlow is retiring. She was a courtesan, but is now seeking a new life. While traveling with her maid, she is stranded due to her a problem with one of her horses. Baron Michael Brenner show kindness to her by offering them further transport.

Henrietta is hoping for a happy future, which includes a hopeful reconciliation with her family. Meanwhile, Michael also wants to see his own family, especially as it is now Christmastime, but he has a difficult task to perform.

Oh my, when I read the word courtesan in the very beginning of the story, I wondered how her past would allow this couple to be together. I was definitely given a treat. But I was saddened as I began to feel for both Henrietta and Michael.

Respect for Christmas morphed into a warm, sensitive read, with a bit of fun and adventure. This book had one of the sweetest conclusions I’ve had the pleasure of reading.

This novella was a bonus story in Last Night With the Earl by Kelly Bowen.

Many thanks to Forever for this ARC for review. This is my honest opinion.


I spent a lot of time early in life reading romance novels and riding a chubby buckskin gelding named —unimaginatively if eponymously—Buck. In college, while still voraciously reading romance, I supported myself by teaching piano and accompanying ballet classes. I became a technical writer and an editor after graduation, a demanding job that nonetheless left enough time to read many, many romance novels—and grab a law degree through an evening program.

Then I became a mom—much to my surprise—and small town lawyering seemed like a better fit with a single parent’s priorities. Through all of my ups and downs, detours and speedbumps, I’d been a relentless reader of romance. Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, Judith Ivory, Mary Balogh, Loretta Chase, Eloisa James… I could fill this page with the authors I’ve read and enjoyed. I consider them the fairy godmothers who’ve guarded my single-working-mom sanity.

Late one night, I was cramming on a lawyer-deadline, drafting some Motion to Do Something Or Other Right Now Please Your Honor, when I recalled that in my briefcase was a book I’d been saving to read on a hard day.

“One chapter,” I muttered. “I’ll read just one chapter, and then knock out this motion…” But another thought kept intruding as I read that one chapter, “I bet I could…”

So… I wrote a romance novel. That book became Gareth: Lord of Rakes, and opened the door to the sheer bliss of writing historical romance. I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote… my writing chair became my happy place, though I still had no thought that I might someday become a published author. My Beloved Offspring flew the coop, and the writing only picked up speed.

I am the sixth out of seven children, and from all sides (my four brothers in particular), I heard, “When are you going to get that stuff published?” As if publishing contracts droppeth from the heavens like the gentle rain? And yet… I’m a child welfare attorney. That’s a tough gig, and I could see the day when I might want an alternative.

I joined RWA, like dipping a casual toe in the waters of authordom when nobody was looking. I went to a chapter conference and felt completely out of place. Nonetheless, I bumped into an editor there, and the query letter resulting from that encounter began: “I am the buffoon in the bar at the RWA retreat who could not keep her heroines straight, could not look you in the eye, and could not stop blushing—and if that doesn’t narrow down the possibilities, your job is even harder than I thought.” (The dear lady bought the book anyway.)

We started with the Windham family, eventually doubled back and picked up Gareth and his successors in the Lonely Lords series, scooted over to the Victorian Highlands for the MacGregor quartet… whole lotta authordom going on!

Somewhere along the way, I realized that I am a writer. That chair before my computer is still very much my happy place, and the professional version of “once upon a time,” is every bit as alluring and enjoyable as the childhood version. I owe my reader so many hours of joy, and the only way I can think to repay that gift is by writing more stories!

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