Bedspell (Mills & Boon Sensual) (The Wrong Bed, Book 29)

Highly enjoyable time-travel romance! She shows clients rare maps. One day, while visiting Finders Keepers her friend May's store to pick up some maps for her boss, she discovers a dusty old painting of a duel. She thinks it looks haunting and mystical and it looks so real! May found it leaning against a trash bin 40 years ago in Sag Harbor and put it in the attic with the things she never tagged. Tanya decides Highly enjoyable time-travel romance! Tanya decides she must have the painting and buys it from her friend. She eventually gets the dusty painting cleaned and finds it is worth alot of money, possibly two million dollars.

Tanya finds she can't bring herself to sell the painting, there's just something about it. The man in the painting But it's just her imagination, isn't it? One day, while in her apartment, a strange but attractive man appears. He looks just like the man in the painting. Thinking her friends are trying to play a trick on her, Tanya doesn't take him seriously when he tells her who he isStede O'Flannery.

But eventually she does. And she finds he needs help. It seems every so often, he pops out of the painting. But when he does he can only stay out of it for a week, and then he goes back into the painting. If he falls in love that will break the curse. This was a really fun romance.

The Pleasure Chest (Harlequin Blaze)

I thoroughly enjoyed it! I liked Stede, he was gorgeous and charming and sexywith his long dark hair tied back and his green eyes! Tanya found him to be a kind and good man. I also liked Tanya. At first she didn't believe Stede, but after she did she really tried her best to help him out. I really enjoyed their banter. This book also had some hot love scenes and some very funny moments. I liked the parts where Stede was sometimes confused over things in the future, like the part with the Morton salt.

This was a cute, light, sexy and sweet time-travel romance! View all 10 comments. Sometimes, you just want a book that's fun. A book that's a bit silly and knows that it's silly, and doesn't try to overtax your brain or make demands on you. In the late 18th century, Stede O'Flannery yes, that's his real name! Aspiring artist Tanya finds the painting in a thrift store, and out pops Stede. He has one week to fall in love, or else he's going back into the painting.

What's nice about this book is that it's pretty straight forward. Stede O'Flannery needs to fall in love, and Tanya's going to help him do it. That's it, that's the plot. It's simple, but it works because the characters are charismatic as hell and because McBride tackles the story with a wink and a shrug. She's aware she's writing a preposterous story, but don't we all need a preposterous story every now and then?

This is a Harlequin category romance, so it's obviously a tad bit abbreviated, but I felt that fit the story perfectly. McBride gave her characters depth in relatively few words, and Stede and Tanya were developed as both individuals and potential life partners. They were both really likeable, too, which was nice. Stede, especially, was a charming, honest, humorous and kind person—not your typical alpha-asshole pirate character.

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Overall, I just really wanted to root for these characters and for them to somehow break the curse and get their Happily Ever After—exactly what a good romance should do. The Pleasure Chest was eminently satisfying. It's well-written, a bit campy, but completely genuine and self-aware. I really, really enjoyed this. How can you go wrong with a hero named Stede O'Flannery? May 24, Elisabeth Lane rated it really liked it Shelves: Revolutionary War pirate Stede O'Flannery gets trapped in a painting thanks to a curse and travels forward in time to meet artist Tanya Taylor and play with the sex toys.

The story is basically consumed by the need to figure out how to save Stede from going back into his painting, but somehow we get enough of the couple's growing affection that it's satisfying. Plus the book makes a great drinking game. Do a shot every Bonkers. Do a shot every time it uses the hero's full name, every time he says "Sweet Betsy Ross" and every time he says "sweet sons of liberty".


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Genuinely hilarious, sexy fun. Apr 20, Paige rated it really liked it. Stede O'Flannery just popped out of his painting,that he's been cursed into for centuries, and into Tanya Taylor's bedroom.


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In a shadowy, grassy clearing, golden, orange and red leaves burst like suns over stately trees. The air looked strange, somehow. May tugged down a blouse calculated to hide her girth, and as she surveyed the work, she removed a pin from a russet chignon, then stabbed it in again. Maybe somebody died and their family pitched it. Anyway, it''s been in the attic with things I never tagged.

Soft, liquid mist moved on the same breeze that rustled the tree leaves, and for a second, Tanya could swear she heard skirts swishing in dark hallways, wind chimes, and a foghorn. Between the trees, she glimpsed waters that churned dangerously, frothing with whitecaps, and suddenly, the energy of the current seemed to enter her own bloodstream with the promise of a coming storm.

In the clearing were two men. One was tall, thin, blond, and dressed in white; the other dark. The blonde was running forward, his musket aimed at the darker man. But now Tanya discerned a flash of fire coming from the trees, as if a third party was shooting the darker man''s attacker.

She meant the dark guy. There was something off-center about his face; the nose was too pronounced and aquiline, the face too rectangular and drawn, the dust of his mustache and rakish spray of beard too unkempt.

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Long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he was dressed in a dark tailored coat worn over tight breeches. His eyes seemed green, but it was hard to tell, since the canvas was dirty, and yet, whatever the color, the eyes had the unnerving quality of always watching the viewer. No matter how Tanya moved, the gaze followed. Next week," Tanya returned, trying not to think about her friend, Izzie''s, art opening. Tanya had to go, of course, which meant running into Brad, and since she was still stinging from their breakup, she''d rather stay home.

Even worse, a week later, Brad would be reviewing Tanya''s own art opening, and she had a sneaking suspicion her ex-lover wouldn''t be kind. Glancing toward a beveled mirror in a corner, she surveyed herself and winced. On impulse, she''d bleached her hair again after the breakup and, as luck would have it, her mother called, so by the time Tanya had managed to rinse, her knotty curls had turned bleach-white. Even Izzie, and their other best friend, Marlo, had agreed that it looked as if Tanya was wearing a shoulder-length wig of cotton balls. At least she''d been blessed with good skin.

But she was so pale that no matter how much mascara and liner she used, she''d never been able to form eyelashes or brows. At any rate, she''d bought dresses, both for her and Izzie''s openings, and now she didn''t want to wear either one, since they looked too young. Brad''s new babe, Sylvia Gray, was one of those sophisticates born in the perfect black dress, and while just two years shy of thirty, Tanya was still wearing platforms, confections such as the jeans skirt she had on, and too many strands of mismatched beads.

A lump formed in her throat. Just two months ago, she''d been on top of the world. Brad hadn''t been great in bed, and all the boring sex had hammered her self-esteem. Still, she''d thought things were improving, right up until he''d dumped her. Too bad he''d been the first boyfriend lately to pass muster with her folks.

But Brad was gone now, and her paintings still weren''t ready.

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Plus, she''d eaten so much postrelationship chocolate that the new dresses probably no longer fit. Every day, she''d been staring at her canvasses, second-guessing herself, feeling something was missing Whoever did this painting had that quality. It was a gift. She was a better painter, technically, but this artist had breathed life into the work. The canvas was filthy, the paint chipping, but she could discern shadowy figures in the woods now.

A man wearing a cloak, maybe. A woman in white. Or was she a ghost? And who was shooting the blonde?

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What had happened afterward? This was only a painting, yes. But she could almost swear it was alive. She felt the heat of the dark man''s gaze.