Duty, honor, propriety…all fall in the face of love.
Captain Hugh Fanshawe returned from the Peninsular War with a leg that no longer works properly, thanks to a French musket ball. Now his fight against Napoleon is reduced to quiet, lonely days compiling paperwork at Horse Guards headquarters.
His evenings are spent dutifully escorting his mother and sister to stifling social engagements, where his lameness renders him an object of pity and distaste. But his orderly, restricted life is thrown into sudden disarray with the arrival of Colonel Theo Lindsay.
Theo is everything Hugh is not—a man of physical perfection and easy yet distinguished address. Surprisingly to Hugh, Theo appears to be interested in making his acquaintance. Lindsay turns out to be a most convivial companion, and Hugh finds great pleasure in his company. Their friendship deepens when they become lovers.
In spite of himself, Hugh falls desperately in love. But when a French spy is suspected at Horse Guards, Hugh discovers nothing is as it seems…and the paper he shuffles from day to day could be the instrument of his lover’s death.
Yeah, another one that everyone seems to enjoy but me.
In the past few years I've been on a historical romance kick that just won't quit. I'm OBSESSED. I got into romance through sci-fi, so I seemed to have bypassed that phase where others read old historical bodice rippers, but I sure am making up for lost time!
But this historical romance... it was an awkward fit for me.
I want to start by saying that the writing itself wasn't bad. Not at all. The writer really took her time to write something with passion, historical accuracy, and thought to her language usage. But, holy hell, it was difficult for me to read. I often didn't know who was speaking or what was happening. Time seemed to pass strangely for me due to the writing style, with days sort of melting together without a good sense of the passage of time. Also, usually I have no problem sinking into a book and just getting into the groove. Here, the language was so forcibly historical that I was pulled out of almost every sentence. It is a queer thing to experience, and I never get that vibe from other historical romance books.
Also, the romance really didn't work for me. It seemed like nothing at all was happening, and then all of the sudden the two MCs were together with very little buildup or fan fair. It was anticlimactic, and I had a really hard time getting behind their romance. I just never felt it, not in my gut.
And while I certainly don't need sex on page, I would sort of prefer an absolutely sex-free romance to this skimmed over sex that we got here. A couple of sentences with purple prose and that's it?? Say it isn't so!
The plot was a little too politically for my taste, and with a little too much mystery and intrigue. All in all, I think it was just a poor fit, even for a budding historical romance fan-girl like me.
**Copy provided in exchange for an honest review**
Catch ya later!