Monster's Bride by Stasia Black, 405 pages

 I went in search of miracles… and stumbled upon a monster instead. In return for the healing I was so desperate for, I just had to make one teensy weensie promise… To be his consort for, uh…forever. To say I wasn’t exactly thinking things through when I said yes was an understatement. And now I’ve been whisked away to a castle in a wintry wonderland with a ginormous, ferocious chimera. You know, lion-like head, goat horns, big freaking wings. Yeah. And he’s just deposited me on his bed, ready to start making good on that whole consort promise. Apparently forever starts NOW. Gulp.

Vintage Wodehouse edited by Richard Usborne, 405 pages

 Full-bodied short stories, light tastes from the novels, the merest thimbleful of this, that, and the other, each perfect in itself, combine in the rich flavour of this Wodehouse vintage. Nuances of Lord Emsworth and the empress, a soupcon of Uncle Fred and Pongo Twistleton, a whole bouquet of aunts and a magnum of fizzy girls, laced with the Oldest Member and Mr Mulliner, and of course Bertie Wooster and the inimitable Jeeves.

The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North, 405 pages

Some stories cannot be told in just one lifetime. Harry August is on his deathbed. Again.
No matter what he does or the decisions he makes, when death comes, Harry always returns to where he began, a child with all the knowledge of a life he has already lived a dozen times before. Nothing ever changes. 
Until now. 
As Harry nears the end of his eleventh life, a little girl appears at his bedside. "I nearly missed you, Doctor August," she says. "I need to send a message."
This is the story of what Harry does next, and what he did before, and how he tries to save a past he cannot change and a future he cannot allow.

Secret Fire by Johanna Lindsey, 405 pages

He'd caught only a glimpse of her from the window of his carriage, but the young Russian prince knew he had to have her. Within minutes, Lady Katherine St. John was dragged from the London street like a common waif and carried off to a sumptuous town house-for the pleasure of her noble admirer. But it was a captive tigress Prince Dimitri found in his bed-consumed with a fierce rage toward the Russian "barbarian" who had kidnapped her-even as she found herself desiring this tawny-maned Adonis with a hunger beyond her understanding....
From the tempestuous passion of that first encounter, across stormy seas, to the golden splendor of palaces in Moscow, she was his prisoner. But ever as her fury defied his bold claim of ownership, an all-consuming need made her his slave. For theirs was a fever that fed upon itself, carrying them irrevocably toward a final surrender to the power of undeniable love.
I'd read this for the first time as a teenager and fell in love with Lindsey's torrid bodice-rippers. Sometimes you just need something tawdry and entertaining.