I hate nightshifts. My brain is totally frazzled. Totally. And that’s before you get to the events of this week. It’s not been a good one. So I’ve read lots of lovely romance. Lots of it.
The Death of Lucy Kyte by Nicola Upson
Because of Miss Bridgerton by Julia Quinn
Summer, With Love by Sarah Morgan (omnibus edition of:
The Spanish Consultant, The Greek Children’s Doctor and the English Doctor’s Baby)
The Magnificent Flying Baron Estate by Eric Bower
The Nightingale Before Christmas by Donna Andrews
Westmorland Alone by Ian Sansom
Flat-Out Sexy by Erin McCarthy
Kick by Paula Byrne
Reel History: The World According to the Movies by Alex von Tunzelmann
On the brightside, I didn’t buy any books. So there is that. Onwards and upwards.