This is my second Diane Farr read, after The Nobody. How did I not know about her before? Especially as a Georgette Heyer fan, I can't believe I am only just discovering her work.
The Fortune Hunter revolves around Olivia, who is a spinster of the 26-years-old and actually very attractive variety. Olivia has pretty good reasons for not wanting to get married: she understands that her money is a powerful lure for a certain kind of untrustworthy man, she likes what freedom she has as a single lady, and she is very unwilling to hand herself over to a husband for managing.
George, Baron Rival, needs a rich wife. He REALLY needs a rich wife. He's so broke he lives on what he can make at the piquet table, and he hides his genuine poverty as best he can. His dream is to have enough money to restore the ruined estate he inherited, and given his time and class, he can't work for it, so he'll have to marry it. Enter Olivia, who Lord Rival stalks like a lion does an antelope. Except Olivia is not very antelopeish, more like an antelope-lion hybrid who can take quite good care of herself, thank you very much. Which is not to say that Olivia was (horrors) sassy! Or pert! Or constantly swanning around in breeches, or doing other odd, anachronistic things to demonstrate to the reader that she is, somehow, more modern or better than other ladies.
I loved so many things about this book, but the central thing I appreciated was that these people were grownups of their time and class who were smart and funny, who understood their own emotions and their own motivations. Not for this book a Big Misunderstanding and dumb ensuing heartbreak: Olivia knows nearly instantly what George is up to, with his fortune-hunting. And George knows nearly instantly that he doesn't just need Olivia's money, but that he also really likes her as a friend. They seemed like a truly well-matched couple, to me. They're both self-possessed adults who don't like being told what to do, but this didn't mean (thank goodness) that they're the kind of characters who shuck off the mores of their day. They know the rules, and play by them, with a little judicious bending here and there.
(I read a lot of historical romances. I love strong heroines, but I really dislike a variant of heroine who kind of looks strong if you squint, but who is really a stock "sassy" character from a bad sitcom randomly inserted into Regency London, if you know what I mean. Don't tell me what to do! Hair flip.)
I thought it was very good indeed. The secondary characters, while they don't get much airtime, were pretty good, too. I especially enjoyed the Culpepper character (Olivia's family solicitor, who dispenses her money and insists that women do not have the ability to think rationally) and the conversation Olivia and George have about Culpepper's ideas about female minds:
"How does Culpepper account for that, by the by-let alone your proficiency in what sounds like reasoned speech? I understand, now, that you must have learned English much the way a parrot does."
How could a lady resist a man who can whip out lines like that? I'm pretty sure I could not, and I completely understood Olivia's weakness for him. Lord Rival was a pretty delightful historical romance hero: flirtatious, rogueish, but trustworthy in a lot of ways, and strangely honest. I very much appreciated that the author didn't start with a big misunderstanding plot, but instead had Rival lay it all out for Olivia right away - he needs a rich wife, and he's chasing her - and then work hard to charm her in spite of why they both knew he was initially courting her.