The heroine is Italian and seeths a lot, lifts chin, narrows eyes, etc etc. Gets annoying and rather boring. The hero is OK but his turn from believable character to losing all reasoning and control is particularly unbelievable. Quite glad to finish it in the end. Sorry.
I truly enjoy reading about opposites falling in love and thought this book would be a bright spot in my day as I relished the idea of the stiff-rumped Sir Ian Moore, brother to bad boy, Dylan Moore of His Every Kiss (Guilty Series), being ramrodded into helping the feisty naughty, beautiful, Italian Lucia find a husband in London.
**Spoilers** But... I didn't relish this book even though all the possibilities were there - just out of the reach of the reader. Sir Ian remained stiff and unmovable during most of the book no matter how hard Lucia tried to catch his attention. In fact, his attention was caught, but not acted upon for most of the book. When he did act, he basically violated her twice - once in the carriage and eventually in Tremore's conservatory the night of her "choosing her husband" ball. Yes, she enjoyed what happened in the carriage, but he never even escorted her out of the carriage and then refused to go around her for several days. She was an innocent for crying out loud. She needed to be held and given some kind words.
Then on the night of her ball where she was to choose a husband from among the three candidates for her hand, Sir Ian refuses to attend and just waits in the conservatory. She comes out and attempts to seduce him, but once he gets going, it's basically a rape. Then, he left her sore and bleeding without any words of love or commitment for three weeks while he went home to Devonshire to get his home ready for her because they had no choice but to get married. Tremore and/or Dylan should have taken a whip to his rear end. Even the marriage and the wedding breakfast were solemn affairs and when she tried to take the blame - well, that was simply over the top. Ugh! This isn't the way to get a person like me dialed into a book. I kept hoping and hoping for something good to happen and saw that my Kindle was registering 75% finished, then 84% and so forth. Yes, during the last few pages, things come together. Too little, too late.