Book Review: Prize of My Heart by Lisa Norato

Excerpt: Brogan felt uneasy seated between the man and his daughter in a house of worship. Neither of them suspected his relationship to Drew or the real reason he had come to Duxboro. They had no way of knowing the child they escorted to meetinghouse every Sunday morning would soon vanish from their lives. Prize of My Heart, pg 72.

Back Cover: Three years ago, Captain Brogan Talvis's late wife abandoned their son, leaving no clue as to the boy's whereabouts. After searching relentlessly, Brogan discovers his son was adopted by a New England shipbuilder. And the man's daughter, Lorena Huntley, acts as loving guardian to the child.

Lorena, who hides a dark truth, finds herself falling for the handsome captain and ex-privateer who's come to secure ownership of one of her father's ships. She's unaware of Brogan's own secret when another's deceit has her sailing toward Europe against her will.

Haunted by thoughts of Lorena in peril, Brogan is compelled to choose between the boy he longs for and the woman who has captured his heart.

Massachusetts, 1815.

Will His Love Endure Once He Learns Her Secret?

My Review: I love the cover of this book. It captures my imagination. Unfortunately, the pages between the covers did not. I was very disappointed with this book, not because the plot was bad, but because the descriptions were over-the-top and very cliche. I found myself rolling my eyes as I read, and groaning as I turned the pages. More than once, I almost put the book down for good, but since I needed to write this review, I continued hoping that the descriptions would stop distracting me from what could have been a very interesting plot. I won't be keeping this book in my library.
My Rating:

My Recommendation: I recommend this book to readers who want over-the-top clean romance.

Book has been provided courtesy of Baker Publishing Group and Graf-Martin Communications, Inc. Available at your favourite bookseller from Bethany House, a division of Baker Publishing Group.