A Daughter of Fair Verona

I’ m the eldest daughter of Romeo and Juliet. Yes, that Romeo and Juliet. No, they didn’ t die in the tomb. They’ re alive and well and living in fair Verona with their six wildly impetuous children and me, their nineteen-year-old daughter Rosaline…

Knives Out meets Bridgerton in Fair Verona, as New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd kicks off a frothy, irreverent, witty new series with an irresistible premise— told from the delightfully engaging point of view of Romeo and Juliet’ s clever, rebellious, fiercely independent daughter, Rosie Montague.
“ Fun, funny, charming, and absolutely delightful.   If you’ re looking for a novel to sweep you away and lift your spirits, look no further. ” — KRISTIN HANNAH, #1 New York Times bestselling author

Once upon a time a young couple met and fell in love. You probably know that story, and how it ended (hint: badly). Only here’ s the thing: That’ s not how it ended at all. Romeo and Juliet are alive and well and the parents of seven kids. I’ m the oldest, with the emphasis on “ old” — a certified spinster at twenty, and happy to stay that way. It’ s not easy to keep your taste for romance with parents like mine. Picture it— constant monologues, passionate declarations, fighting, making up, making out . . . it’ s exhausting.

Each time they’ ve presented me with a betrothal, I’ ve set out to find the groom-to-be a more suitable bride. But their latest match, Duke Stephano, isn’ t so easy to palm off. The debaucher has had three wives— all of whom met unfortunate ends. Conscience forbids me from consigning another woman to that fate. As it turns out, I don’ t have to . . .

At our betrothal ball— where, quite by accident, I meet a beautiful young man who makes me wonder if perhaps there is something to love at first sight— I stumble upon Duke Stephano with a dagger in his chest. But who killed him? Half of Verona had motive. And when everyone around the Duke begins dying, disappearing, or descending into madness, I know I must uncover the killer . . . before death lies on me like an untimely frost.