Review: The Wrong Mr. Darcy by Evelyn Lozada with Holly Lörincz

The Wrong Mr. Darcy by Evelyn Lozada with Holly Lörincz

Blurb from Goodreads:

In this lightly inspired Pride and Prejudice romantic comedy, two unlikely people discover the error of judging by first impressions and the beauty of family, friendship and love. This book will entice you through the last page.

Hara Isari has big ambitions and they won’t be sidetracked by her mother’s insisting that she settle down soon. She dreams of leaving her small-town newspaper behind, as well as her felon father, and building a career as a sports writer, so when she is chosen to exclusively interview a basketball superstar, she jumps at the chance. It’s time to show the bigwigs what she’s truly made of.

At the same time, she meets a rookie on the rise, Derek Darcy. Darcy is incredibly handsome, obnoxiously proud, and has a major chip on his shoulder. Hara can’t think of a man more arrogant and infuriating. However, fate keeps bringing them together—from locker rooms to elegant parties, to the storm of the century—and what begins as a clash might just be more complicated than Hara anticipated. When she begins to see Darcy in a new light, Hara is not quite sure if she should drop the ball or play the love game. 

My Review:
 

I have loved so many P&P/Austen retellings and this one was definitely unique.  I really liked Hara as a Lizzie like character and didn't mind the places where this book strayed from the original because the sentiment was there.  However, I can say that the ending was definitely not something I was expecting.  I don't want to spoil the book but if you love Austen/P&P, this one is definitely worth checking out.

The Wrong Mr. Darcy comes out soon on August 25, 2020, and you can purchase HERE.

Hara Isari turned off the engine and sat, not moving, her heart beating with the tic-tic-tic of the cooling engine. She'd been completely immersed in a comforting Jane Austen audiobook for ht past hour, hanging out with her favorite characters, but now it was time to ease back into her own reality.  The familiar line of old firs at the edge of the parking lot were monstrously huge and fiercely beautiful, their limbs pronounced against a light gray sky, swaying in the winds of all. Try as they might, however, the trees could not entirely camouflage the buildings just beyond the greenery. Or the crumbling, twenty-five-foot-tall stone walls that held in her father.