Solidly written book with a compelling and appealing male lead in Varian, a penniless baron. A wastrel all his life, albeit a ridiculously good looking one, his comfortable survival to date has been made possible by many willing people happy to purchase his charming, titled company. He certainly oozes effortless lazy charms to the utter frustration of the heroine, Esme, a fierce red-headed young warrior, daughter of the famed Red Lion who is an English nobleman in self-imposed exile in Albania. The secondary characters are colourful and multidimensional and Varian's slow eventual maturation and assumption of responsibility and charge is quite believable. Varian has some beaut lines, full of subtle sarcastic and self-deprecating humour and Percival, the ingenious precocious 12 year old cousin of Esme, also has some great dialogue. Esme, with her volatile temper, did at times irritate me, especially with her lack of faith in Varian especially towards the end, when he has proven himself trustworthy and man enough for her. There were also uncomfortable moments for me reading about the pubertal looking Esme, and how Varian despite thinking she was quite underage and tried to fight his growing physical attraction for her, did not fight hard enough and still gave in to his impulses. The fact that she was really 18 and not 12, did not negate the fact, that he thought she was 12 and still seduced her. Icky.
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"Moreover, she doubted any female could spend so much time in the company of such godlike beauty and remain unaffected, worthless and dissolute as this particular deity might be. His face and form, unfortunately, betrayed nothing of his weak character, nor did the smoky sound of his persuasive voice. When one admired a handsome palace and longed to live there, Esme reflected, one did not think of the rats scurrying about in its bowels."
"Go to the devil!” she cried. “May a host of jackals rip out your entrails while your heart still beats. May you fall into black water and a thousand leeches feast upon you. May the mother of vermin fasten herself upon you and breed lice in your eyes and nose and—” “Ah, an Albanian love song. And you composed it just for me, romantic creature that you are. Very well. I yield.” He opened his arms. “Come. You may cover my adorable face with kisses."
"Good heavens, you do think I come cheap, don’t you? That wounds me, Esme, truly it does. You think I agreed to wed you for a mere thousand pounds? My dear girl, I should not agree to shackle myself to Aphrodite herself for anything less than twenty thousand. In gold,” he said. “And I should test every coin with my teeth.” “I heard Ali say it. I heard him tell Ismal.” “Then you heard him lying. A whore I may be, but a precious expensive one, I promise you.” Varian looked toward the window and frowned. “A thousand pounds. The very idea. I have never been so insulted in all my life.”