This was a shocker. Not because of any of the content particularly, but because it was just a boring and badly-written book with minimal nods to historicity. I found it such hard going, in fact, that I only managed to read three quarters of the way through before giving up.
So why was it so bad? I suppose it mainly comes down to the minimal plot and the fact that this is presumably being billed as a 'historical romance' but the historical aspect was laughable. Our heroine, Harriet Gardner, behaves entirely unlike a woman in Regency London; so do all the characters around her. She has a position as some sort of instructress at a Ladies School and chucks it in with an hour's notice to work as a companion to a cantankerous lady - errr, no. She has various exceptionally unlikely conversations with various people including the supposedly wicked duke who instead comes across as a rather petulant and unfeeling chap. The romance seems to be missing - hero and heroine just fancy the pants off each other.
There were a couple of side characters including the cantankerous woman, Lady Powlis, and the duke's niece Edlyn, but they were as indistinct as the central pair. The chapters started with quotations from various writings of Mary Shelley including Frankenstein - why? All in all I felt this book was a waste of paper and I won't be reading any others by this author.
Originally published for Curled Up With A Good Book © Helen Hancox 2010