I’m the eldest daughter of Romeo and Juliet. Sure, that Romeo and Juliet. No, they didn’t die within the tomb. They’re alive and effectively and dwelling in honest Verona with their six wildly impetuous youngsters and me, their nineteen-year-old daughter Rosaline…
Knives Out meets Bridgerton in Honest Verona, as New York Instances bestselling writer Christina Dodd kicks off a frothy, irreverent, witty new sequence with an irresistible premise—advised from the delightfully participating viewpoint of Romeo and Juliet’s intelligent, rebellious, fiercely unbiased daughter, Rosie Montague.
“Enjoyable, humorous, charming, and completely pleasant. Should you’re on the lookout for a novel to comb you away and carry your spirits, look no additional.” – KRISTIN HANNAH, #1 New York Instances bestselling writer
As soon as upon a time a younger couple met and fell in love. You most likely know that story, and the way it ended (trace: badly). Solely right here’s the factor: That’s not the way it ended in any respect.
Romeo and Juliet are alive and effectively and the dad and mom of seven children. I’m the oldest, with the emphasis on ‘previous’—a licensed spinster at twenty, and completely happy to remain that manner. It’s not simple to maintain your style for love with dad and mom like mine. Image it—fixed monologues, passionate declarations, preventing, making up, making out . . . it’s exhausting.
Every time they’ve offered me with a betrothal, I’ve got down to discover the groom-to-be a extra appropriate bride. In spite of everything, somebody smart wants to remain residence and handle this family. However their newest match, Duke Stephano, isn’t really easy to palm off on anybody else. The debaucher has had three earlier wives—all of whom met unlucky ends. Conscience forbids me from consigning one other girl to that destiny. Because it seems, I don’t must . . .
At our betrothal ball—the place, fairly by chance, I meet a lovely younger man who makes me surprise if maybe there’s something to like at first sight—I encounter Duke Stephano with a dagger in his chest. However who killed him? His late wives’ households, his kin, his mistress, his servants—half of Verona had motive. And when everybody across the Duke begins dying, disappearing, or descending into insanity, I do know I need to uncover the killer . . . earlier than demise lies on me like an premature frost.
