Sunday, January 15, 2017

Midnight Sisters

Do not meddle with the Master’s daughters.

The words rattle around Jonas’s head. What is the punishment again? Death? Dismemberment? Jonas, the newest addition to the gardening staff, can’t recall the exact penalty for breaking the rule. What does it matter anyway? He would never dream of meddling with the Earl of Bromhurst’s haughty daughters.

Until he comes face to face with Lady Ariela, the eldest of the Master’s daughters.

Her elusive smile and open manner cause him to question his convictions. In no time, he’s drawn into Lady Ariela’s world of mystery and intrigue, a world where she and her sisters will do anything—including leaving twelve empty beds at midnight—to escape their father’s strict rules.

Only Jonas can uncover the truth and save them from their father’s wrath and their own folly, if he is willing to risk everything he’s ever worked for.

My thoughts: I love fairy tale retellings, so I was thrilled to get a hold of this delightful story by the author of Becoming Beauty (another great tale, might I add!). While there is no magic in the stories, they are still such fun! I enjoyed getting to know the 12 mischievous sisters as they seek for some freedom and, at least for some, find true love along the way. I highly recommend this to anyone who likes fairy tales! (or, who just loves an all around sweet story). Two thumbs up!
I received this book from the author in exchange for my honest review.
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Meet Hayla & Isella:
The two small girls blinked up at me, their eyes round and full of innocence.
“Ladies,” I nodded down at them, forcing my lips into a smile. I straightened my livery and tucked my hands behind my back. They could probably smell fear.
“Want to play?” Isella shook the toy horse. I could have sworn the horse leered at me.
I swallowed. “Of course, Lady Isella.” I dropped into a squat before her. Isella trotted the horse over my knees, making various snorting noises.
“No!” Hayla snatched the toy from her sister. “Horsey says, ‘niegh, neigh!’” She pranced Horsey in the air to demonstrate.
Rage glimmered in Isella’s eyes and her rosebud mouth tightened into a dot. Dread pooled in my stomach. “He’s mine!” she screamed and grabbed for the toy. Did Horsey flinch? Hayla kept a tight hold on the toy. Back and forth Horsey went. Then with a mighty heave, Isella yanked the horse from her sister’s grasp. She released a cry of triumph. But it was too soon. She had pulled too hard. The toy arced through the air, flying out of her grasp. It fell impossibly slow.
Why couldn’t I move? I could have easily snatched it out of the air but my hands wouldn’t move.
“Owwwww!” I howled, clapping a hand to my eye. Tears poured down my face. “I can’t see! I can’t see!” Small people scurried away. At the same moment a larger form shuffled up to me. She sighed.
“Oh, Markus. Will you never learn?” Mrs. Jenkins said.


  1. Thanks for sharing, Amanda! Happy Sunday!

    1. Thank you for letting me review your lovely book! I enjoyed getting to know the sisters.:)