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Review: Smitten by the Brit (Sometimes in Love #2) by Melonie Johnson

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An English professor starts a new chapter in her life and is swept up in a Jane Austen-esque romance with a modern day duke

Bonnie Blythe has modeled her life after her favorite books. If only her fiancé would get on the same page and agree to a wedding date.

She’s not at all bitter that her best friend is getting married to a man she’s known for less than a year, and Bonnie most definitely isn’t thinking about the best man to be, Theo Wharton. It’s just whenever she talks with the blue-eyed Brit, sparks fly.

When a shocking reveal ends Bonnie’s engagement, she accepts a summer teaching job at Cambridge—only an hour away from Theo. Bonnie isn’t ready for a new relationship, but the chemistry between her and Theo is impossible to ignore. But Theo’s been hiding the truth about his identity; will Bonnie be able to weather the plot twist and grab the happily ever after of her dreams?

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Another great addition to this series. After reading Cassie & Logan’s story, I was super excited to see where this series would go next. And let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed. Smitten by the Brit is the second book in the Sometimes in Love Series and it follows the story of Theo and Bonnie. From the moment I dove into Bonnie’s story, I was hooked. I knew from the previous book in this series that Theo & Bonnie had some serious chemistry, but that nothing came of it due to her engagement. So, when Bonnie’s world gets turned upside down and Theo is once again brought into the picture, I knew all bets would be off. Bonnie & Theo’s chemistry burns brighter than ever and is impossible to ignore. Bonnie has had her heart broken once before, but is taking a leap with Theo. Will Bonnie be able to give her heart to Theo or will the revelation of Theo’s secret destroy everything before it has a chance to begin?? There’s only one way to find out….

I absolutely adored Smitten by the Brit. It was so much fun being in this world again. I loved catching up with Cassie and Logan. I loved getting to know Bonnie & Theo more. Their story captivated me and had me devouring all the words. I loved seeing the characters grow and take chances they otherwise would have never taken. I enjoyed the chemistry that just oozed between Bonnie & Theo. I loved their friendship and I loved seeing them steam up the pages together.

Smitten by the Brit was a lot of fun to read. I found the story-line to be entertaining and thought it flowed really well. The characters were real and flawed with relateable hangups and frustrations. I loved the humor, chemistry and the friendships. This is the kind of story that you will be able to devour in a single sitting and that leave you with a smile on your face.

Smitten by the Brit hit all the marks for me and I look forward to seeing where this series will take us next.

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book via the publisher & NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review*


Tucking herself into a stall, Bonnie took several deep breaths. The space was too tiny to allow for pacing, so she turned in a tight circle, careful not to let her dress fall in the toilet. Why? Why did this have to happen now?

At any other time in her life, she’d have jumped at the opportunity. Teaching Shakespeare, even only for a few weeks, at a school like Cambridge would be a dream come true. But this summer was supposed to be the summer another dream finally came true. She was supposed to be planning her wedding, not running off to England for two months.

“No offense, but how much longer you gonna be in there?” An irate South Side accent demanded from the other side of the stall.

Is forever an option? But when South Side began pounding on the door, Bonnie knew she needed to get out of there. She flushed the toilet for appearance’s sake and opened the stall, coming face-to-face with an irritated- looking witch. Bonnie slipped past the girl, offering her an apologetic smile. Leaning against the wall, waiting in line, were two more witches, looking equally annoyed. “The Weird Sisters, huh?”

The girls glared at her. Right.

Before she found herself in double toil and trouble, Bon- nie washed her hands and made a hasty exit. She hurried through the restroom door, careening straight into a solid wall of suit-covered muscle. “Oof!” she exhaled, stumbling as her floral crown flopped down over her eyes and icy liquid splashed across her chest.

“Sorry!” a smooth male voice apologized, his British accent slicing the r’s into a crisp d sound.

Bonnie froze. She recognized that voice, knew that pol- ished British accent. Heart beating faster, Bonnie lifted her chin, trying to peek through the tangle of flowers cur- rently blinding her. Warm fingers brushed her forehead, and a moment later she could see . . . straight into a pair of familiar blue eyes fringed with sinfully long, sooty lashes.

“Theo!” she sputtered. “What are you doing here?” “At the moment?” He set his now-empty glass on a

passing server’s tray and reached up to adjust her crown, gently freeing a flower ensnarled in her mass of curls. “As- sisting you.” Theo grinned, twin dimples appearing in his cheeks.

A fluttering sensation tickled the backs of her knees, and she swayed.

“Are you quite all right?” he asked, holding her by the shoulders and steadying her.

“Me? I’m fine, totally fine,” she babbled, wishing she’d gone home when she’d had the chance. Why hadn’t Cassie mentioned Theo was coming tonight? She had to know he would be here; Logan was his best friend.

In fact, it was through Logan that Bonnie had met Theo in the first place while in London last summer, on a sup- per cruise along the Thames. It was a meeting she was un- likely to forget, even though she’d been trying very hard to do just that ever since. Tall, dark, and handsome, not to mention that accent, Theo embodied every Austen hero Bonnie had ever crushed on. And she’d crushed on several.

Meanwhile, her friend Ana, who’d also been on the sup- per cruise that night on the Thames, had christened Theo “Prince Eric.” It was an apt moniker. With his cap of thick black hair, soulful blue eyes, and easy smile, the Brit did look like the cartoon prince come to life.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Bonnie took a closer look at the get-up Theo was presently sporting and smiled. Maybe he wasn’t a prince, but he looked like someone noble . . . “A duke?”

He breathed in sharply. “Pardon?”

“Your costume.” She gestured at the formal sash and medallion decorating his chest. “I’m guessing Orsino, maybe? From Twelfth Night?”

“Oh, right. Orsino. Exactly.” He exhaled, shoulders vis- ibly relaxing beneath the tailored cut of his coat. “If music be the food of love . . .”

“Play on.” She finished the line, beaming up at him. Their eyes met, and just as she had last summer, Bonnie felt an irresistible pull. Well, not literally irresistible—she had managed to resist him, after all. Faithful to her fiancé, Bonnie might not be able to control how her body reacted to the dashing Brit, but she could control what she did about it. Which was nothing.

She pulled back, breaking their gaze and pushing an- other wayward curl out of her face. “Can you guess who I am?”

“Hmm,” he murmured, “I’d wager on Ophelia.” He looked her over slowly from floral-crowned head to slip- pered feet. “Going for the Millais version, I see.”

“Very good.” He knew Millais? Impressive. Cute and smart. Oh, her willpower was going to get a workout to­ night.

“You like Millais’s work?” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to her.

“No, I love his work. And Waterhouse too.” She sighed and accepted the handkerchief, dabbing at the alcohol soaking the bodice of her dress. A memory flashed through her. “I once tried to recreate his painting of The Lady of Shallot.”

“You paint?”

“No.” She laughed. “Not well, anyway. I acted it out. I’d read about a girl doing that in a book and wanted to give it a try.” It wasn’t the first or the last time Bonnie tried to copy a scene from Anne of Green Gables. She believed Anne Shirley to be her literary doppelgänger and cast her best friend, Cassie, as Anne’s bosom buddy, Diana Barry. Luckily, unlike the boat Anne borrows from Diana in the book, the inflatable raft Bonnie borrowed from Cassie hadn’t sprung a leak.

Theo shook his head. “What is it with you and watery tarts?”

“Are you quoting Monty Python at me?”

He pulled a serious face. “I’m simply concerned about your apparent obsession with strange women lying in ponds.”

She tittered. Oh God, she actually tittered. Bonnie winced. She dropped her gaze and dabbed harder at the dark stain spreading across the front of her dress. “The painting is so beautiful, so ethereal . . . even a copy of it in a book brings the magic of Tennyson’s poem to life. I wanted to live that magic.” She was rambling but couldn’t seem to stop. Her brain went on sabbatical whenever the Brit was near. That’s it, Ophelia, time to get thee to a nunnery.

“They are beautiful,” he murmured.

She glanced up to find him staring at her chest. “Excuse me?” Bonnie stopped dabbing. Was he talking about her breasts?

“Did you see them at the Tate?” His blue eyes met hers, coal black brows arched with polite curiosity. “When you were in London last summer?”

The paintings. Right. She shook her head. “We did the Victoria and Albert Museum instead.”

“Shame.” He sounded truly disappointed. “There’s an- other Millais at the Tate, of a different Tennyson poem. Based on one of Shakespeare’s comedies. Do you know the one I mean?”

“Please,” she scoffed. “Is this a quiz? Mariana, from Measure for Measure.” She handed him back his handker- chief, now a little worse for wear. “Though I could never think of that play as a comedy.”

“The lady knows Shakespeare, poets, painters . . . and even Monty Python.” He blew a soft whistle. “My, you are quite cultured for an American.”

A hum of awareness threaded through her, and she tamped it down. “Are you complimenting me or insulting my country?”

He didn’t reply, but the corners of his mouth curled with amusement, one dimple coming out to play.

The backs of her knees immediately began to prickle again. Damn it. Why couldn’t the Brit have stayed on his side of the pond?


A Star Wars junkie and Shakespeare groupie who quotes both Yoda and the Bard with equal aplomb, award-winning author Melonie Johnson—aka #thewritinglush—is a two-time RWA Golden Heart® finalist who loves dark coffee, cheap wine, and expensive beer. And margaritas. And mimosas. And mules. Basically any cocktail that starts with the letter m. She met her future husband in that most romantic of places—the mall—when they were teenagers working in stores across the hall from each other. They went on to live happily ever after in the suburbs of Chicago with two redhead daughters, a dog that’s more like a small horse, and a trio of hermit crabs. After earning her Bachelor of Arts magna cum laude from Loyola University Chicago, Melonie taught high school English and Theatre in the northern Chicago suburbs for several years. Now she writes smart and funny contemporary romance and moonlights as an audiobook narrator under the pseudonym, Evelyn Eibhlin.

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