
A Week to Be Wicked
Dare's road-trip Regency romance about a bluestocking geologist and a notorious rake is everything the genre can be: funny, sexy, and surprisingly substantive on female intellectual ambition. Romance authors often cite it as the book that showed them what historical romance could achieve.
The road trip's parade of set pieces, highwaymen, an escape involving acrobats, tips into ridiculous for readers who wanted less incident and faster forward motion toward Scotland; one complains “It just got a bit ridiculous with stories about being acrobats.” Colin's rake persona and endless tall tales wear thin before he's finally allowed to drop the act, and pacing sags hard in the back third once the couple's feelings are essentially already settled, leading one reader to write flatly “Book dragged towards the end.” The ending draws its own complaint too, with one reader calling it simply “Ending was a little too abrupt,” no real epilogue to speak of. At least one reader singles out a specific euphemism in a love scene, admitting “this was fun but i really hate the phrase swollen pearl.”
The case for it and the rest of the canon open with Pro.





