This is an excessively steamy tale of cardsharping and romance supposedly set in Victorian England involving a rake who seems to delight in cuckolding his friends, and the other a self-confessed thief who is bent on fleecing the Ton at the instigation of her wicked uncle. The story follows the hero`s pursuit of the heroine for the purpose of seduction, which then seems to turn to love. It`s quite a thin plot, but in any case, the story does seem to be secondary to the very graphicly described love scenes.
I found the characters unlikeable which, for me, is a cardinal sin, particularly in a romance. Equally, none of the supporting characters seems at all well-drawn, and therefore their actions mostly seem rather random.
At the same time this book is weighed down with inconsistencies, anachronisms and cliches. The author obviously never decided on a naming convention for her characters, and therefore they alternate between using first names, full names and titles for one another, even between friends, so the hero calls his friend "Elton" and that same friend then replies to "Lord Westleigh". Also the villainess refers to the heroine as a "grifter"; and I just can't believe any member of the aristocracy in Victorian England would have used such an Americanism . And seriously - can you just hear a Dickens' character referring to a win-win situation as the hero does! There's a real plethora of cliches too - the heroine is forever gasping,, and even at one point pants that infamous line "Julian, oh Julian!"
I really didn't like this at all.