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"Inspirational publisher Shadow Mountain launches the G-rated Proper Romance line (romance at its "very best" and at its "cleanest", the introduction promises) with this delightful and completely engrossing Heyeresque Regency debut. The newly widowed Mr. Daventry sends his beautiful, elegant daughter Cecily to have a season in London and ships her "quiet and dull" twin, Marianne, to her grandmother's home in Bath. When Marianne is allowed to visit the beautiful Edenbrooke estate and reunite with Cecily, she is overjoyed, despite her anxiety about the social niceties she abhors. But her journey turns tumultuous and she unexpectedly meets Philip, a devastatingly handsome man with an irresistible sense of humor and a great many secrets. When Philip's true identity is revealed, Marianne must confront her fears as well as her growing affection for him. This beautiful love story will warm (only) the reader's heart." —Publishers Weekly
Marianne Daventry will do anything to escape the boredom of Bath and the amorous attentions of an unwanted suitor. So when an invitation arrives from her twin sister, Cecily, to join her at a sprawling country estate, she jumps at the chance. Thinking she'll be able to relax and enjoy her beloved English countryside while her sister snags the handsome heir of Edenbrooke, Marianne finds that even the best laid plans can go awry.
From a terrifying run-in with a highwayman to a seemingly harmless flirtation, Marianne finds herself embroiled in an unexpected adventure filled with enough romance and intrigue to keep her mind racing. Will Marianne be able to rein in her traitorous heart, or will a mysterious stranger sweep her off her feet? Fate had something other than a relaxing summer in mind when it sent Marianne to Edenbrooke.
Praise for Edenbrooke:
"A heart-pounding love story. I couldn't stop turning the pages
until I finished it. A must-read for all romantics!"
—Mary Mull, wife of New York Times bestselling author Brandon Mull
"Edenbrooke is so much more than a page-turning tale
of love and intrigue. It's the kind of book you read time
and time again and recommend to everyone."
—Kodi Wright, wife of New York Times bestselling author Jason F. Wright
"Edenbrooke combines charming characters and a lovely
setting for a delightful read. It was hard to put down!"
—Lynette Dashner, wife of New York Times bestselling author James Dashner
- Size: 6 x 9
- Pages: 240
- Released: 03/2012
- Book on CD: Unabridged
- Number of Discs: 7
- Run Time: Approx. 550 min.
About the Author
Debut novelist Julianne Donaldson is a hopeless romantic. Her degree in English has only fueled her passion to write. She and her husband live in Salt Lake City, Utah, with their four children, but she takes every opportunity she can to travel the English countryside.
Bath, England, 1816
It was the oak tree that distracted me. I happened to glance up as I walked beneath its full, green canopy. The wind was tossing its leaves so that they twirled upon their stems, and at the sight I was struck by the realization that it had been much too long since I had twirled. I paused under the branches and tried to remember the last time I had felt the least need to twirl.
And that was when Mr. Whittles snuck up on me.
“Miss Daventry! What an unexpected pleasure!”
I started with surprise and looked around frantically for Aunt Amelia, who must have continued up the gravel path while I had stopped in the shade of the tree.
“Mr. Whittles! I—I did not hear you approach.” I usually kept at least one ear tuned to the sounds of his pursuit. But the oak tree had distracted me.
He beamed at me and bowed so low that his corset creaked. His broad face was shiny with sweat, his thinning hair plastered across his head. The man was at least twice my age, and more ridiculous than I could bear. But of all his repulsive features, it was his mouth that held my horrified fascination. When he spoke, his lips flapped about so as to create a film of saliva that coated the edges of his lips and pooled in the corners of his mouth.
I tried not to stare while he said, “It is a glorious morning, is it not? In fact, I feel moved to say, ‘Oh, what a glorious morning, oh, what a glorious day, oh, what a glorious lady that I met on my way!’” He bowed, as if expecting applause. “But I have something better than that ditty to share with you today. I have written a new poem, just for you.”
I took a step in the direction where I suspected my aunt had gone. “My aunt would be very pleased to hear your poetry, Mr. Whittles. She is ahead of us but a few paces, I am sure.”
“But, Miss Daventry, it is you I hope to please with my poetry.” He moved closer to me. “It does please you, does it not?”
I hid my hands behind my back in case he attempted to grasp one. He had done that in the past, and it had been most unpleasant. “I fear I don’t have the same appreciation for poetry that my aunt has . . .” I looked over my shoulder and sighed with relief. My spinster aunt was hurrying back along the path to find me. She was an excellent chaperone—a fact I had never truly appreciated until this moment.
“Marianne! There you are! Oh, Mr. Whittles. I didn’t recognize you from a distance. My eyesight, you know . . .” She smiled at him with a glow of happiness. “Have you come with another poem? I do enjoy your poetry. You have such a way with words.”
My aunt would be the perfect match for Mr. Whittles. Her poor eyesight softened the repulsive nature of his features. And since she had more hair than wit, she was not appalled by his absurdity, as I was. In fact, I had been trying for some time to turn Mr. Whittles’s attention from me to her, but so far I had not been successful.
“I do have a new poem, as a matter of fact.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and caressed it lovingly. He licked his lips, leaving a large drop of spittle hanging off the edge. I stared at it even though I didn’t want to. It jiggled but did not fall off as he began to read.
“Miss Daventry is fair and true, with eyes of such a beautiful hue! Not quite green, never dull brown; they are the color of the sea, and they are round.”
I tore my gaze away from the quivering drop of spittle. “That is such a nice idea. The color of the sea. But my eyes often look more gray than blue. I would enjoy a poem about my eyes looking gray.” I smiled innocently.
“Y-yes, of course. I have thought many times myself that your eyes do look gray.” He furrowed his brow for a moment. “Ah, I have it! I shall say that they are the color of a stormy sea, as a stormy sea often has the appearance of gray, as you know. That will be simple to change, and I will not have to rewrite the poem, as I have had to do the last five times.”
“How clever of you,” I muttered.
“Indeed,” said Aunt Amelia.
“There is more. Miss Daventry is true and fair, I love the color of her hair! It shimmers in the candlelight, its amber hue, oh so bright.”
“Well done,” I said. “But I never knew my hair was an amber color.” I looked at my aunt. “Did you ever happen to think that, Aunt Amelia?”
She tilted her head to one side. “No. I never have.”
“You see? I am sorry to disagree with you, Mr. Whittles, but I do feel it is important to encourage your best work.”
He nodded. “Did you prefer it when I compared your hair to the color of my horse?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “That was infinitely better.” I was growing tired of my game. “Perhaps you should go home immediately and rewrite it.”
My aunt lifted a finger. “But I have often thought that your hair is the same color as honey.”
“Honey! Yes, that is just the thing.” He cleared his throat. “It shimmers in the candlelight, its honey hue, oh so bright.” He grinned, displaying his entire wet mouth.
I swallowed convulsively. How did one person produce so much saliva?
“Now it is perfect. I shall read it for everyone at the Smiths’ dinner party this Friday.”
I cringed. “Oh, that would spoil it, Mr. Whittles. A poem as beautiful as this is best kept close to one’s heart.” I reached for the paper. “May I have it, please?” He hesitated, then put it in my hand. “Thank you,” I said with real sincerity.
Aunt Amelia then asked Mr. Whittles about his mother’s health. As he began to describe the festering sore on his mother’s foot, my stomach churned. It was simply too revolting. To distract myself, I stepped away from them and gazed up again at the oak tree that had caught my attention earlier.
It was a grand tree, and it made me miss the country with a fresh longing. The leaves were still twirling in the breeze, and I asked myself the question that had given me pause moments before. When was the last time I had twirled?
Twirling had once been a habit of mine, though Grandmother would have called it a bad habit, had she known of it. It had kept company with my other habits, like sitting in my orchard for hours at a time with a book or bounding across the countryside on the back of my mare.
It must have been at least fourteen months since I had last twirled. Fourteen months since I was taken from my home, fresh from grieving, and deposited on my grandmother’s doorstep in Bath while my father took himself off to France to grieve in his own way.
Fourteen months—fully two months longer than I had initially feared I would be left in this stifling town. Although I had never been given a reason to believe it, I had hoped that a year of grieving separately would be punishment enough. And so, two months ago, on the anniversary of my mother’s death, I had waited all day for my father’s return. I had imagined, over and over, how I would hear his knock at the door, and how my heart would leap within my chest. I had imagined how quickly I would run to throw open the door. I had imagined him smiling at me as he announced that he had come to take me home.
And yet, on that day two months ago, he had not come. I had spent the night sitting up in bed with a candle burning, waiting to hear the knock at the door that would signal my release from my gilded cage. But morning dawned, and the knock never sounded.
I sighed as I looked up at the green leaves dancing in the wind. I had not had a reason to twirl in such a long time. And nothing to twirl about at age seventeen? That was a problem indeed.
“Oozing.” Mr. Whittles’s voice recalled my attention. “Oozing right out.”
Aunt Amelia looked a little green, and she held a gloved hand over her mouth. I decided it was time to intervene. Taking her arm, I said to Mr. Whittles, “My grandmother is expecting us. You must excuse us.”
“Of course, of course,” he said, bowing again so that his corset creaked loudly. “I hope to see you soon, Miss Daventry. Perhaps at the Pump Room?”
Of course he would suggest the social hub of Bath for another “chance” encounter. He knew my habits well. I smiled politely and made a mental note to avoid taking tea at the Pump Room for the next week at least. Then I pulled Aunt Amelia toward the broad green lawn that separated the gravel path from the Royal Crescent. The building curved in a graceful half-circle of butter-golden stones, like a pair of outstretched arms ready for an embrace. Grandmother’s apartment within the Royal Crescent was among the finest Bath could offer. But luxury could not make up for the fact that Bath was town living at its worst. I missed my life in the country so desperately that I ached for it day and night.
I found Grandmother in her drawing room reading a letter, occupying her chair as if it were a throne. She still wore mourning black. At my entrance, she looked up and let her critical gaze sweep over me. Her eyes were sharp and gray and missed nothing.
“Where have you been all morning? Scampering around the countryside like some farmer’s brat again?”
The first time I had heard this question, I had quaked in my shoes. Now I smiled, for I knew this game we played with each other. I understood that Grandmother gloried in a good verbal sparring match at least once a day. I also understood, although I would never charge her with it, that her gruff exterior masked what she considered the greatest of all weaknesses—a soft heart.
“No, I only do that on odd days, Grandmother. I spend my even days learning how to milk cows.” I bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. She gripped my arm for a moment. It was the closest she came to affection.
“Humph. I suppose you think yourself funny,” she said.
“Actually, I don’t. It takes a lot of practice to learn how to milk a cow. I find myself horribly inept at this point.”
I saw the quivering muscles around her mouth that meant she was trying to conceal a smile. She twitched at her lace shawl and motioned for me to sit in the chair next to hers.
I peered at the stack of mail on the side table. “Did I receive any mail today?”
“If you are asking about that care-for-nothing father of yours, then no, you did not.”
I looked away to hide my disappointment. “He is probably traveling right now. Perhaps he does not have the opportunity to write.”
“Or perhaps he has forgotten about his children in his self-centered grieving,” she muttered. “Handing his responsibilities off to someone who never asked for them, especially in her old age.”
I flinched; some of Grandmother’s barbs were sharper than others. This was an especially painful topic, as I hated the thought of being a burden, and yet I had nowhere else I might go.
“Do you want me to leave?” I could not help asking.
She scowled at me. “Don’t act like a ninny. I have enough of that to endure with Amelia.” She folded the letter she had been reading. “I have had more bad news about that nephew of mine.”
Ah, the Nefarious Nephew. I should have guessed. Nothing put Grandmother in a sour mood as surely as hearing about the latest scandal involving her heir, Mr. Kellet. He was a rake and a scoundrel and had gambled away all of his own money while waiting to inherit Grandmother’s sizeable fortune. My twin sister, Cecily, thought he was dashing and romantic; I thought him anything but. It was one of many things that she and I disagreed about.
“What has Mr. Kellet done this time?” I asked.
“Nothing fit for your innocent ears.” She sighed, then spoke in a softer voice. “I believe I may have made a mistake, Marianne. He will come to ruin. The damage he has inflicted on the family name is great, and irreparable.” She raised a trembling hand to her brow, looking frail and weary.
I stared at her in surprise. Grandmother had never exhibited such vulnerability before me. It was most unlike her. I leaned toward her and took her hand in mine. “Grandmother? Are you unwell? Is there something I may get for you?”
She shook off my hand. “Don’t coddle me, child. You know I have no patience for such behavior. I am simply tired.”
I bit back a smile. She was well enough, if she could respond like that. But her reaction was unprecedented. She could usually dismiss Mr. Kellet’s bad behavior and remember why he had always been a favorite of hers. (I thought she liked him because he was not afraid of her.) But I had never seen her so worried, nor so despondent.
Grandmother gestured at the pile of letters on the table. “There is a letter for you there. From London. Read it and leave me alone for a few minutes.”
I picked up the letter and walked to the window, letting the sunlight fall on the familiar handwriting. When Papa had brought me to Bath, he had found an even more suitable situation for my twin sister, Cecily. She had been staying with our cousin Edith in London for the past fourteen months and seemed to have enjoyed every moment of it.
For being twins, Cecily and I were remarkably different. She excelled me in every womanly art. She was much more beautiful and refined. She played the pianoforte and sang like an angel. She flirted easily with gentlemen. She liked town life and had dreams of marrying a man with a title. She was ambitious.
My ambitions were quite different from hers. I wanted to live in the country, to ride my horse, to sit in an orchard and paint, to take care of my father, to feel that I belonged, to do something useful and good with my time. But most of all, I wanted to be loved for who I was. My ambitions seemed quiet and dull compared to Cecily’s. Sometimes I feared that I seemed quiet and dull next to Cecily.
Lately, all I heard from Cecily was about her dearest friend Louisa Wyndham and her handsome and titled eldest brother, whom Cecily was determined to marry. Cecily had never told me his name—he was simply “the brother” in her letters. I supposed she was afraid of her letters being seen by someone less discreet than I. Perhaps it was my maid, Betsy, that she was worried about, who was, after all, the most incurable gossip I had ever known.
I had not told Cecily this, but I had recently asked Betsy the name of the eldest Wyndham son, and she had discovered that it was Charles. Sir Charles and Lady Cecily had a nice ring to it, I thought. Of course it followed that if Cecily chose to marry him, then marry him she would. She had never failed to get something she really wanted.
Before I broke the seal on her letter, I closed my eyes and made a silent wish: Please don’t let her go on and on about dear Louisa and her handsome brother again. I had nothing against the Wyndhams—after all, our mothers had been close friends as children, and I had just as much a claim on the acquaintance as Cecily—but I had heard of little else for the past two months, and I was beginning to wonder if I was as important to her as the Wyndhams were. I opened the letter and read.
I am so sorry to hear that Bath feels like a prison to you. I cannot comprehend the feeling myself, loving London as I do. Perhaps as twins I received all of the civilization in my heart while you received all of nature in yours. We are certainly not divided evenly in this instance, are we?
(Incidentally, as your sister, I can forgive you for writing things like, “I would rather have sunshine and wind and sky adorn my head than a handsome bonnet.” But, please, I beg of you, do not say such things to others. I fear they would find you quite shocking.)
Knowing of your current state of misery, I shall not bother you with an account of all that I have done this past week. I will say only this: my first season in Town is as diverting as I had hoped it would be. But I will not try your patience today with saying more than that, lest you tear up this letter before reading the important news I am sending you.
My dearest friend Louisa Wyndham has invited me to stay with her at her estate in the country. I understand it is very grand. It is called Edenbrooke and is situated in Kent. We leave for the country in a fortnight. But here is the important part: you are invited as well! Lady Caroline has extended the invitation to include you, as we are both daughters of the “dearest friend” of her childhood.
Oh, say you will come, and we shall have the grandest time imaginable. I might even need your help in my quest to become “Lady Cecily” (doesn’t that sound grand?), for, of course, the brother will be there, and this is my chance to secure him. Besides, it will give you an opportunity to meet my future family.
Hope gripped me so hard it left me breathless. To be in the country again! To leave Bath and its horrid confines! To be with my sister after being apart for so long! It was too much to take in. I read the letter again, slowly this time, savoring each word. Of course Cecily did not really need my help to secure Sir Charles’s affections. I could offer her nothing that she could not do better herself when it came to courting. But this letter was proof that I was still important to her—that she hadn’t forgotten me. Oh, what a sister! This could be the solution to all of my problems. This could give me a reason to twirl again.
“Well? What does your sister say?” Grandmother asked.
I turned toward her eagerly. “She has invited me to go with her to the Wyndhams’ estate in Kent. She leaves from London in a fortnight.”
Grandmother pursed her wrinkled lips, gazing at me with a speculative look, but said nothing. My heart dropped. She would not refuse to let me go, would she? Not when she knew what it would mean to me?
I pressed the letter to my chest as my heart ached at the thought of being denied this unexpected blessing. “Will you give your permission?”
She looked at the letter she still held—the one bearing the bad news about Mr. Kellet. Then she tossed the letter onto the table and sat up straight in her chair.
“You may go, but only on one condition. You must alter your wild ways. No running about out of doors all day. You must learn to behave like an elegant young lady. Take lessons from your sister; she knows how to behave well in society. I cannot have my heir behaving like a wild child. I will not be embarrassed by you, as I have been by that nephew of mine.”
I stared at her. Her heir? “What do you mean by that?”
“Exactly what you think I mean. I am disinheriting Mr. Kellet and bestowing the bulk of my fortune on you. At this time, your portion amounts to roughly forty thousand pounds.”
Charming, Engaging Read
by Marianne - reviewed on March 05, 2012
Well-crafted book that does exactly what the author desired--includes the charm and romance of the regency era, but moves the story along more quickly without sacrificing the characters or good dialogue. Marianne is an intriguing, admirable, yet conflicted main character whose twin sister Cecily is the complete opposite. Though you only get brief glimpses into Cecily's character, I love the ironies flowing through this relationship and the parallels the author draws between their mother's relationship with Lady Caroline and themselves.
Better Than I Could've Ever Asked For
by Whitney - reviewed on December 04, 2012
This book in phenomenal. For a long time, about seven years, The Secret Journal of Brett Colton was my favorite book. This topped it. That takes a lot. I would LOVE for this to be a movie. Just reading it makes me feel like I've seen it already! So wonderful.
by Tiffany - reviewed on February 06, 2013
Edenbrooke. The most refreshing and deliciously clean romance novel I have read in a while. Couldn't put it down - read it in less than 24 hours. Inspired by such titles as Pride and Prejudice, North and South, and Emma. But a much easier read. By Julianne Donaldson.
Better than Pride and Prejuidice
by Carol-Lynn - reviewed on May 14, 2012
As a grandmother (who works in a middle school library) I have read lots of wonderful romances. This is one of the sweetest. I love the Regency period with the British manners and fashions. It made me smile and held up to my standards of uplifting literature. There was no "it was really good except that one bad part". Read it one day and skimmed over it again the next. Loved it.
If you love Jane Austen, you will LOVE this one!
by Jane - reviewed on January 20, 2012
I just finished reading Edenbrook and I absolutely loved it! As a fan of Jane Austen and romantic period novels, and this is one for the charts! I saw shades of Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion all wrapped up in to a captivating, riveting story. And it was incredibly romantic and clean! I was so enthralled with it that I read it in two sittings! This is definitely one that I will recommend to my book club readers. Well done!
Great romantic novel!
by Will - reviewed on February 14, 2012
Ok, so I'm a guy. And this isn't the kind of book I usually pick up to read. However, when I had the chance to read a pre-release copy of EDENBROOKE, I found myself enthralled in a very well-written story packed with great imagery, action, suspense, and . . . . obviously, romance. Knowing that I was on to something, I sent my copy to a daughter in another city. In a few days I received an e-mail from her that read (and this is her real e-mail): "Darn you, dad...I was up until 3:15 in the morning finishing Edenbrooke! I loved, loved, loved it! Thanks for a fast quick really good book. My kids all get mad at me becasue I don't read as much as them and they have all these books that they want me to read. Well for a mom of 5 kids. it's hard to find the time, but I made time for this one! Thanks so much. Love you. Have a wonderful day." I think her note says it all!
by Stephanie - reviewed on February 16, 2012
Move Over Jane Austen! New from Shadow Mountain comes a new novel, a romance, that will make you swoon! Edenbrooke by Julianne Donaldson. Marianne Daventry is far from a proper miss having always lived in the shadow of her beautiful twin sister Cecily. When their father leaves the country Marianne is forced into living a miserable existence with her grouchy grandmother, while Cecily is lucky to be living a life of fun and frolic with their cousin. When the girls are both invited to spend some time at a luxurious estate, Cecily is sure she is there to meet her future husband...while Marianne is hopeful for peace away from her watchful grandmother. After a terrifying encounter with a highwayman, Marianne is thrust into an adventure she didn't plan...and meets the handsome and mysterious Phillip, which was most unplanned. If you enjoy a Regency romance, then you will love this book as much as I did!
by Customer - reviewed on April 03, 2012
I thoroughly enjoyed the book and would definitiely recommend you read it if you're in the mood for a good, clean romance.
by Erin - reviewed on April 24, 2012
This was a beautiful story. I LOVED this book and cannot wait for her next book. This was a great story from a new writer. This is a must read, and a great one to have in your library. I will plan on buying anything Julianne Donaldson writes.
Fun Jane Austen Spin-off
by Carol - reviewed on September 06, 2012
Fun, enjoyable, delightful, read. You may notice not only scenarios from Jane Austen's works but you may also recognize -right away in the first two pages- a reference to a song from 'Oklahoma'.
Favorite Part - Whole book!
by Nan - reviewed on April 02, 2012
This is a must read! My favorite part was the whole book! Hopefully we will hear more from Julianne in the near future.
by Joyce - reviewed on March 21, 2012
I loved reading about the beauty that is Edenbrooke, from all of the amazing surroundings to it's wonderful residents and visitors. Once I started reading it I couldn't put it down.
A fabulous Regancy!
by Amanda - reviewed on April 26, 2012
I read this book in one day! I could actually see the English country and smell the air! I really enjoyed Annie's journey and cheered at the end!
A Book to add to my repeat-offender list!
by Rachelle - reviewed on June 09, 2012
I absolutely loved this book. Julie incorporated the perfect mix of humor, intrigue, and romance to weave this tale set in the regency era (think Jane Austen). The story is fresh, the characters are beautifully written and I love Marianne Daventry's personality. The hero has great depth and is so much more than a handsome face. I don't usually read a book more than once because there are just too many books! But this one has earned that right and I look forward to reading it again, just as soon as I can get it back--everyone in my family is reading it!
10+ stars! Five stars is too low!
by Nada - reviewed on February 24, 2012
I've read lots of period romance novels such as Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Rebecca, Lorna Doone, Pride and Prejudice, etc. This one tops them all! Be prepared to NOT sleep and NOT eat as you read this amazingly captivating novel. Believe me, you will carry it everywhere and try to cram in scraps of reading whenever you have a second (yes at the stoplights!). You won't be able to put it down. The plot is spellbinding and the writing is. . . well, marvelous!! If they allowed for bonus review points I would give it a 10+ out of 5. I have four daughters and EACH will soon have this book.
by Joan - reviewed on September 02, 2012
I am halfway through this delightful novel. Donaldson's characters are realistic and developed. She blends suspense and romance superbly. Is she the modern Jane Austen?
Quick fun read
by Customer - reviewed on August 06, 2012
This is not on the same level as Jane Austen (sorry!). However that said, the story was engaging. I re-read it to catch subtle details in the story that were very sweet. There were a few corny parts that kind of distracted from the story for me. It seemed to wind up very quickly at the end, particularly with her sister. Seemed a little too "neat". Again, that said, still a fun, quick, read.
by Teralyn - reviewed on May 15, 2012
I loved it!
This book is Historical Fiction at it's best!
by Sheila - reviewed on July 13, 2012
I LOVED this book! It has one of my favorite romances I have read in a long time! The characters, Marianne and Philip's relationship, reminds me a lot of Mr.Darcy's and Elizabeth's from Pride and Prejudice; except the male protagonist is a lot nicer. His sense of humor drew me to him from the very beginning. I read this book in less than 12 hours. This is fast when you take into account I was also doing laundry, cleaning house, blogging and taking care of my kids. I love a romance with sexual tension (without the sex), intrigue, strong and well written characters, and a beautiful setting as Edenbrooke. This book is Historical Fiction at it's best! I can promise you, once you read this book, you will be recommending it to all of your friends.
delightful diversion from modern life
by Nicole - reviewed on June 05, 2012
Other than a few silly implausible scenes Julianne Donaldson has written an entertaining romance. Phillip is the dashing hero we’d all love to have fall for us. Marianne with her independent strong willed ways torn between family loyalty and a love she wasn’t expecting is a heroin we can admire. I look forward to reading more by Ms. Donaldson.
A Great Love Story!!
by Stephanie - reviewed on March 02, 2012
Wow, I really enjoyed this Jane Austen-esque love story! I loved the main character and really felt like I could relate to her in many ways. I thought she was really well written because she felt real and when she was in pain, I really felt it. I loved Phillip (the love interest) and thought he was a great character. And I loved the setting, I want to live at Edenbrooke! I found myself smiling throughout a lot of the book, and just thought it was a really well done love story. Definitely recommended for those who like a good love story!
by Kyle - reviewed on August 16, 2012
I have done a lot of reading in this genre and I have to say that this is one of the most fabulous work I have picked up. So impressed that this is a debut novel for the writer and I so look forward to more. My heart was pulled back and forth the entire time and I couldn't put it down!!! A must read for any romantic.
by Monica - reviewed on February 18, 2012
I completely fell head-over-hills for Edenbrooke. Written in the style of a Jane Austin romance, this charming story is sure to sweep you off your feet and leave your heart fluttering. The engaging characters are charismatic and witty; the story is wisked along by the subtle twists in the plot and the promise of a genuine first love. I loved every minute of it and look forward to it being available in the stores!
A "twirling" experience!
by Customer - reviewed on April 13, 2012
If you are a lover of Jane Austen, or just a lover of the Regency period, or if you don't like either one at all, you will love this book. It is laugh-out-loud hilarious, serious, mysterious, and so romantic. Three chapters in I knew this was a book I had to own so I could read it over and over again. I felt like I was taken back, walking through Edenbrooke and twirling (you would have to read the book to understand. Absoulutely loved it!
A proper romance for sure!
by Emily - reviewed on February 24, 2012
I definitely classify this alongside Jane Austen. Great characters and unpredictable events make this a fantastic read. I just finished this last night and already want to read it again!
by Tara - reviewed on October 31, 2012
A beautiful story with wonderful characters. The best romance I have ever read. I am sure there are many women now in love with Phillip and I am happy to join their ranks!
Engaging Love Story
by Customer - reviewed on May 13, 2012
Twins, Cecily and Marianne Daventry lost their mother 14 months ago and their father has Miss Cecily stay with Lady Caroline in London while Marianne must reside with her grandmother in Bath. Marianne soon receives an invitation to visit Edenbrooke along with Cecily, who dreams of marrying the heir of Edenbrooke. On her way to the county estate, Marianne finds herself in a few unexpected encounters. Lovely romance story set in the Regency era. The book contains some funny dialogue and very well developed and interesting main characters. The reason for the four stars is that I really didn't care for Cecily and think some secondary characters could have a little more depth to them. Look forward to reading Donaldson's future books!
A book you can't put down until you have finished.
by Jessica - reviewed on July 27, 2012
My husband and I read it together and it was way better than watching a movie together. He even loved it.
A Heart Warming Romance
by Jena - reviewed on January 22, 2013
I love Regency Period stories and when I read Edenbrooke, I was glad to have recieved it as a gift to add to my collection. I love Jane Austen and have all of her books, though I have often felt that her stories needed more conversation and interaction between her main characters. Edenbrooke does that for me. There is plenty of both so that the reader can really feel the connection between the characters falling in love and what they love about each other. It leaves you in anticipation and hope for them. And of course, there is the heart wrenching mis-understanding moment that leaves you aching for the beloved characters. The humor is more than delightful and will leave you laughing out loud. I absolutely loved it and recommend it to all my friends and family.
Philip may replace Mr. Darcy for me!
by Shauna - reviewed on February 25, 2012
I loved this fun, clean romance. It definitely felt Jane Austen-esque and I loved that! I was lucky enough to read an advance copy and can't wait to recommend this book to everyone. This is one to enjoy over and over. Just one of the best, fast reads I've read in a long time. I think it's a winner!
Definitely a keeper!
by melanie - reviewed on July 20, 2012
I absolutely love this book. I read this book in one day! I just couldn't put it down. I haven't found a book worth reading in such a long time, I think I was hungry for something just like this. I have actually read this at least 6 times since I purchased it 2 months ago. It has a beautiful love story, it's written well and has great characters. Love, love, love.
visually beautiful, clever dialog, sweet romance.
by Customer - reviewed on March 17, 2012
Although I am not a true romantic, I enjoyed this fast paced and sweet English romance. If you can overlook the winking and blushing on every other page you will enjoy the clever and natural dialogue, the seemingly familiar characters and the beautiful imagery.
Loved this book
by Mindy - reviewed on May 02, 2012
This book is an absolute delight. I loved everything about it. Especially the twirling. :) I loved Marianne. My heart would break for her at times, but it was all worth it in the end. Phillip is a dream, he was my favorite. He would light up the pages. I laughed out loud at times, and smiled a lot while reading Edenbrooke. Not only is this a great romance story, there is some page-turning suspense as well. The author did an excellent job with the setting, and language of the characters. I felt very regent while reading this. :) 5 out of 5 stars. This is the Julianne's first book, and she did an excellent job. I can't wait to read more from her.
Edenbrooke doesn't sit on my shelf. It changes hands with an eager waiting list.
by Mj - reviewed on May 02, 2012
With a beautiful setting and relatable characters, Donaldson pulls her readers into Edenbrooke with ease. This is a novel for lovers of the Regency period, Jane Austen, or of witty romances. Phillip has permanently replaced Mr. Darcy for me seeing as A)I'm not an Austen fan and B)his humor is addicting and infuriating in a way that suggests that he and Gilbert Blythe would make fast friends. I'd recommend this to anyone who wants a clean romance, a fast read, a good laugh, and a book to share with their friends. Buy a second copy. You might not get your first one back.
by Morena - reviewed on June 26, 2012
I coudn't stop reading it untill I finish it.
by Customer - reviewed on June 10, 2012
I bought this book at the recommendation of the salesperson at the store. I took it with me a recent trip to Europe. I set it aside until my flight home from Zurich to DC. It was a long flight and I had been fighting jet lag for days. As I started to read the book, the story unfolded. I couldn't put it down. I fought the urge to fall asleep, due to the jet lag. In fact, I couldn't put it down or fall asleep until I finished reading it. I found the story very well written, interesting and compelling. I recommended it to my teenage daughter as soon as I got home. Well done!