Story Blurb
A chance encounter leaves a belle and rogue wondering about the possibilities of love and happily-ever-afters.
Slashing through French soldiers at Waterloo was easy compared to engaging a bevy of marriage-hungry debutantes. Finding the perfect bride-to-be isn’t Viscount Linscott’s intention; he only needs a match to satisfy the demands of the man holding his income hostage. Does he choose a wife from his friend’s lengthy list or get ensnared by the demure deb with golden eyes?
Following the rules has never been more difficult, especially with an aunt determined to parade Annabelle Greene in front of every unattached septuagenarian. She doubts her ability to attract a single suitor, but as the season progresses, she may have to turn away two. A stolen kiss on a terrace and she is bargaining for more than she can handle. If she listens to her aunt’s advice, she would marry a stodgy old goat, but she pines for the worst sort of rake whose lips make her head swirl.
Faced with impossibly high stakes, Annabelle and Jack must abandon entrenched preconceptions to embrace the promise of true love.
My Thoughts/Opinion
This was my first Stacia Kaywood read. The writing was really good and I cheered for Annabelle to find her way in a social circle she wasn't really a part of. Being totally honest, I struggled to like Jack for most of this book, and it may just have been that I wasn't in the right headspace for a Regency era MMC. I found very little about his actions or manner worthy of redemption so I probably wasn't as invested in their romance as I would have liked to be. I'm excited to read more in this series though because the writing was witty and fun, and there was an interesting cast of side characters (including the hero's father) that are hopefully in line to get a book of their own.
Favorite Quote:
Not even his first kiss at the age of fourteen had caused his heart to accelerate the way this one did. At once lightheaded and giddy like a virgin, it filled him with a longing he did not know his body possessed. Possession was a word. Who possessed whom, was the question.
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