Unrepentant rake, Adam Faramond, Earl of Rothbury, delights in his image of wickedness and debauchery, especially when mothers and chaperones whisk innocent maidens from his path. Not that any of it matters because Rothbury is in love, and has been for years. But his chances with the lady are pretty slim, since she's in love with his best friend.
Shy, awkward and half-blind, Charlotte Greene doesn't fool herself that she's the object of anyone's affections, but it still hurts when the man she loves decides to marry someone else. Luckily for her, in a completely uncharacteristic moment of altruism, Rothbury asks her to dance, and Charlotte has the perfect idea. If they were to become friends he could help her choose the perfect husband, while she could help him win the lady of his choice.
Perfect. If only she hadn't realised quite how delicious he is... nor Rothbury love her quite so much.
This book is adorable. Charlotte is endearingly sweet, while Rothbury's silent love is touching. Their mock-friendship provides plenty of amusement, as does Rothbury's dottie grandmother. True, the big time lapses at the start are distracting, especially when they recap scenes I would rather have seen - sitting back to back in a tea shop, for one - and later on it gets a little confusing about how much - or little - time has actually passed. But that's a minor thing.
In terms of romance, this has it in spades, with a slow gentle build-up to a satisfying ending. Oh, and ignore the superfluous sub-plot at the end, probably intended to inject some dramatic tension. It's a cliché and adds nothing, which is a bit of a shame. On the whole though, this is a sweet tale and a lovely way to pass the time.