WHEN DASHING MET DANGER
by Shana Galen

May 2005
ISBN: 0-06-077315-4
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Mass Market Paperback
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When Dashing Met Danger is not a book to recommend. Great title, nice cover, premise is not bad, but the rest doesn’t deliver.


It’s the heroine that really spoils it all. Sure, characters need flaws to be interesting. But they shouldn’t be annoying, or irritating. Lucia Dashing huffs and snorts and tosses her curls on every other page. She swears and is childish with no regard for her own safety. She is high-strung, rash and not very likable. She’s engaged to be married. Okay, he’s a demanding and lecturing man. Not easy on the eye, and definitely not her choice. She only agreed to the union to please her father. Where it up to her, she’d choose Alexander Scarston, Earl of Selbourne. Scoundrel and the man of her teenage dreams, he’s also the one she turns to discover the whereabouts of her missing twin brother. Falling for him is Lucia’s one redeeming feature. He is scrumptious. To act on her desires while still being engaged though is a no-no.


Alex is a spy in hiding from Napoleon’s men. He’s dark and dangerous … and very shallow. He desires Lucia. It must only be for her looks (blond and blue-eyed), as she’s got no other redeeming qualities. She doesn’t listen to his very reasonable demands. She puts them into danger, nearly gets raped, and then leaves it up to him to get them out of it. She whines, is in the way and talks far too much. One has to question the hero's taste. After all, Lucia is stupid and not worth his attention.


Shana Galen’s debut release is definitely not the first historical she’s ever written, as it is obvious that When Dashing Met Danger is the second book in a planned series. A series to be continued with already introduced characters. A series that hopefully will be written in a less erratic and more flowing style and with characters worth a reader’s time and money.


Reviewed in April 2005 by Kris Alice.

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