The Bride Wore Scarlet

Written by Liz Carlyle
Review by Michael DiSchiavi

In the opening of the novel, it is London, 1837. Anais de Rohan is at the knee of her great-grandmother, Nonna Sofia, who is seeking the young girl’s future in a pack of tarot cards. Sofia tells her young admirer that she is special and has a special life ahead of her. There is a special man waiting for her, the One. Anais has a long journey ahead of her.

Anais seeks to gain entry into a covert organization called the Fraternitas, a brotherhood of fighters. She is flatly refused until the men discover a reason to reconsider. She is sent on a mission with Geoff Besset, posing as husband and wife in order to rescue an English girl and her mother living in Belgium with a man who would destroy them. The girl possesses the Gift and is therefore vitally important.

With secret societies reminiscent of Dan Brown, gratuitous sex scenes reminiscent of Harlequin (neither of which I am a fan), and a fairly predictable plotline, I was disappointed by this novel. Nonetheless, Carlyle presents a well told story that may well delight fans of romance mixed with the occult.