Am struggling to believe this book was actually written by JL. It was flat, predictable and had none of the humour or relaxed flow of her earlier books. It is a little darker and the hero more sinister than usual, which I initially liked. After a few chapters though it becomes impossible to understand why anyone would like the bloke let alone love him. He, likewise, seems to have his coldheartedness shattered by a woman who seems to do nothing but whimper and mewl. Oh, but she IS ethereally beautifully and willingly falls into his bed. True love. There are also a few fairly obvious mistakes which I find uncharacteristic of such a seasoned writer as Ms Lindsey. English people do not refer to Christmas as "The Holidays". "Happy Holidays" and "Going home for the holidays" are all American expressions concerning the season. We just call it Christmas. Also, I have always believed that Christmas trees were a tradition brought over with Prince Albert when he married Queen Victoria in 1840. So, not only are Christmas trees a German tradition (not an English one) but also since this book seems to be set in Regency London, the story consequently pre-dates Christmas trees by a good 20 years. With the whole plot revolving around "The holidays" and the traditionally English tree - this effectively ruined an already limp offering for me. If this was a ghostwriter, please sack it.
Potential JL readers should not be put off by this. Read Tender Rebel (or any Malory Story), Fires of Winter, Prisoner of My Desire or Warrior's Woman to get an idea of what her fans have come to expect.