It's a romance; you expect some 'forcible' kissing; but when the it is the H who has a mistress under protection currently, is a gamester, gambler who keeps losing money (and tons of it), abuses the h for being a prude, and gets drunk and then does the forcible kissing, it's hard for me to let that go, even under the aegis of it being a "romance". :/
Not happy with the H. Don't like h to have to deal with ow/mistress :(
Perhaps author will redeem the "hero". But this sort of romance is just the pits.
H apparently has no morals and no consideration towards the h whatsoever.
One of the things that bothered me was that it's not really decent to have your mistress come over while you have decent women (and yes, his "man-of-business" and now her sister do come under that category, since they are of almost same social class-- since they can eat at the same table). H has no decency, really is a spoilt 31 year old, and his tantrums have led the h to doubt herself!
H treats the h shabbily, but his mistress he says can call on him anytime she needs something.
On top of everything, I didn't like the secondary romance either, because the h's sister is a petty, selfish little thing.
"Am I expected to congratulate you for wagering so great a sum?" "Where would you be if you'd lost?"
"But I didn't lose." "Don't look at me that way, my love. I was not as rash as it might seem. The bet was a sure thing."
...
"We wagered on you. I knew you'd never agree to run off with him."
She pulled her hands from his grasp and stared at him, white-lipped. Her heart plummeted as a kind of rage dissipated whatever was left of the dream. It was he, Luke Hammond, who'd incited Moncton to attempt the monstrous seduction in the carriage.
"Are you saying you wagered on the possibility that I'd go off with him? That he could induce me to become his... his fancy piece?"
"Well, I would not put it quite that way."
"How would you put it? Is there another way? Sir Rodney told me himself that he planned to take me to an inn by the sea. I would have the pleasure of listening to the waves as he seduced me."
"Damn him! I should've killed him,"
"And what if he'd succeeded in his abduction? He would have, if I'd not had the good fortune to have a weapon on my person."
"I would not have let him succeed."
"You can't be sure of that."
"But, dash it all, Jane, he didn't succeed."
"Is that your answer? Do you so easily forgive yourself?"
"Is there so much to forgive? I put my money on the soundness of your character, and I was right."
She made a gesture of despair. He didn't even see how immoral his act had been.
So, having once been rejected, the H goes off home to sulk. And it remains to the h to go to London and say ily back to him.