I found The Edge of Impropriety on a display of books that had never been checked out at my favorite library. I can’t say why it languished on the shelf for five years, but I can say that it’s a damn shame.
Perhaps the style of the prose is a bit much for your average reader. While the jacket blurb is written in the usual simple, catchy way of such things, the novel itself is written in a style reminiscent of the Regency period that serves as its setting. For someone like me, who grew up almost exclusively reading novels written prior to 1900 (except for the surreptitious devourings of such forbidden fruit as Outlander), the style is comfortable. For the average reader looking for an erotic romance, it may be a bit much. The sex is there, oh yes, but it’s done very tastefully and eloquently, leaving room for the imagination to fill in the gaps.
There are a few different narratives interwoven through the pages of The Edge of Impropriety, some more successful than others. But I suppose the only one that really matters was done very well. I enjoyed the mixture of perspectives, and the infrequent use of italics to indicate thoughts (too much of that is annoying). And while there were the usual misunderstandings and misadventures required to make a romance work, they were entirely reasonable. I suppose there was only so little drama that could be had, as the heroine was in her late thirties, and the hero somewhere in his late forties (although the precise age was unclear). As I grow older, I find I appreciate more mature characters. Gone are my days of the bodice rippers with sixteen year old brides (and good riddance).
After having recently read such things as Lord Savage and Rush by Maya Banks (both of which I enjoyed), the more subtle stylings of The Edge of Impropriety were refreshing, and I’ll be rescuing Pam’s other books from my library’s shelves.