His Delightful Lady Delia (American Royalty)

Christian romance can’t really be called a guilty pleasure. It’s sweet, chaste, and at its best uplifting. While it can be trite and dull at its worst, most of the time, I find it a good way to while away a day or two, and I come away in a much better mood.

His Delightful Lady Delia is certainly not a guilty pleasure. It is, simply, a pleasure.

Delia Vittoria and Kit Quincy are a fun pair to read; even in the necessary misunderstandings that crop up in romance (especially historical romance, when it was much harder for men and women to speak openly to one another), I wound up enjoying the ride rather than wondering how this could all work out or silently griping about how silly they were both being. The mystery was just as engaging as the romance, and the addition of an opera phantom was delightful and just the right about of silly to be fun without being ridiculous. Best of all, it balances faith and storytelling. Never once did I feel preached at. The book has its faith in God, but it also has faith that the reader can remember that without being reminded every other page.