Some truly wonderful and hilarious scenes don’t quite make up for an unconvincing HEA.
This review was written by guest blogger azteclady as part of our series of reviews featuring this year’s finalists for the Romantic Book of the Year awards. azteclady reads, reviews, rabblerouses. She can be found at her blog, Her Hands, My Hands, occasionally at Karen Knows Best, Karen Scott’s blog, and at MyMedia-Forum. I’ve been following azteclady’s posts from way back when she first started posting at Karen Scott’s blog, so I’m incredibly chuffed to have her as a guest at Book Thingo!
This was a difficult review to write for a number of reasons, so please bear with me.
Anne Gracie’s writing is always beautiful and engaging, and I had liked both The Perfect Rake and The Perfect Waltz so very much, that I was eager to read and review this book. Sadly, this novel is both a road romance and a trip down memory lane—and not always in a good way—and it didn’t work for me very much.
Our protagonists are the feisty Isabella and the gallant Luke (and I’m using these two words advisedly), who meet in Spain during the Peninsular Wars. He was not yet twenty at the time, she barely thirteen, and he rescues her from ‘a fate worse than death’, delivering her safely to the convent where her aunt lives, and where Isabella will presumably be safe, both from the war and from her evil cousin, Ramón.
The action of the novel itself does not start until eight years later though. We learn then that, in order to ensure Isabella’s protection more securely, Luke had married her. That way, should Ramón find her, he would still have no access to her fortune, and therefore have no reason to hurt her.
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