As someone who loves both romances and murder mysteries, I found myself wishing that this one had been the latter...and that our "hero and heroine" had been done away with in the first few pages. :)
Honestly, I'm not all that picky when it comes to historicals. I've read hundreds this year (I know, I know...I need a life!), and I've liked or even loved a surprisingly high percentage of them. I wasn't even that deterred by the negative reviews, as amusing and well written as they were. That's because most of them cited the horribly unlikable characters as their primary reason for disliking this book, and I have a higher tolerance for unlikable characters than most. Flatly 'perfect' characters bore and annoy me beyond reason. I actually think making the H and/or h unlikable can make a book far more humorous and compelling while giving us a satisfying character arc in which the H and/or h authentically evolves by the end of the novel. (The problem with some of the eye-rollingly perfect heroes and heroines we get in certain novels is that there's no room for growth or change because they're already so absurdly flawless!)
So I opened this book feeling hopeful and ready to give it a chance to earn a spot on my Kindle's keeper shelf...only to discover within the first few pages that, if anything, some of the negative reviews actually understated its abject awfulness! The writing style, subjective as I realize this is, struck me as uncomfortably amateurish. The pacing was beyond erratic and just plain odd. And the characters were actually far worse than I'd feared, living down to the very lowest expectations. As others have noted, the "hero" is drunk in the vast majority of his scenes---think Nic Cage in Leaving Las Vegas---and a nasty boor even during his rare moments of sobriety. He's mean and belittling and, hey, nothing says romance like cruelly *blackmailing* the heroine into marrying him so he can get his hands on some extra cash, right? ;) I neither expect nor want my heroes to be saints, but this guy wasn't even awful in a remotely interesting or mildly amusing way. I'm not being hyperbolic when I say that he might be among my five least favorite heroes EVER...and there's some stiff competition for that title!
And I know "Too Stupid To Live" has become an overused descriptor for too many heroines, but really, this heroine earns it like few others. And she's not just endearingly ditzy, either---more like a hopelessly entitled, selfish and maddeningly oblivious twit. Granted, I suppose one would *have* to be oblivious to endure more than a few seconds in the hero's company.
The H/h dynamic is kind of the classic love/hate...only without the love part. They seem to outright detest each other...and who can blame either one of them?! Naturally, that doesn't stop them from having sex. Cue the obligatory, tiresome sex scenes which I suppose are supposed to compensate for the utter lack of connection they have anywhere other than (allegedly) the bedroom. By the end, these two terrible people who have a terrible marriage decide, for no discernible reason, that they actually "love" each other. That's great for them and all, but I still can't stand either one of them.
I almost never, ever give one-star reviews. This was the very unfortunate exception to that rule. I totally understand that writing styles, characterizations, themes and storylines resonate differently with all of us, and I'm sincerely jealous of those who enjoyed this book. But with so many fantastically witty, engaging, and mood-lifting historicals out there, I'd strongly advise steering clear of this one.