Flawed, very early, MC Regency novel written in 1979 under the pseudonym Ann Fairfax
This is one of many very early MC novels which were written under a pseudonym, in this case Ann Fairfax. This book is from 1979. Back then, almost anyone could get published as an author of historical romance because it was a wide-open, new and exciting genre. As a result, MC's later skill at understanding what it means to write a satisfying romance plot is not on display here.
The hero and heroine only spend about 25% of the book on stage together, and 98% of that time they have aggravatingly redundant misunderstandings and immature arguments in which they spew vindictive insults at each other. In short, this is not a romantic romance.
This book is also not for the faint of heart. There are 7-8 different antagonists and villains in this novel and, since MC invariably utilizes omniscient point of view, the reader is forced to wade through an appalling amount of their disgusting thoughts as they plan and execute their evil plots against the heroine. Among these are five scenes of attempted rape (thankfully not fully executed). One of those is a horrify attempted gang rape, and the final attempted rape is actually presented as if it's a comedic act. In a way, that particular scene is even more shocking than the melodrama of the other attempted rapes, because it diminishes the significance of the vicious violence of an attempted rape.
To add insult on top of literary injury, far too much of the "Perils of Pauline" adventures of the hapless heroine are brought about because she is a TSTL (too stupid to live) protagonist who, unsympathetically, lands up to her neck in danger over and over again because of her easily gulled naivete and lack of basic common sense. I am not saying that she, or any woman, "deserves" violence from men. But it is a crucial reader expectation of a female-centric genre like romance that the heroine be strongly proactive in intelligently thwarting evil villains, particularly male villains, within the novel in order to vicariously empower the reader.
It is also an important expectation of the romance genre that the hero passionately care about the heroine. Unfortunately, for most of this book, the hero acts like a passive-aggressive wimp, nursing a bruised male ego rather than taking dynamic action on behalf of winning the heart of his Lady Fair.
I will admit however that, compared to many other earlier books by this author, instead of the hero always riding to the rescue of a helpless heroine, this heroine is allowed to help herself get out of at least a few of the endless awful situations that the author puts her in.
Typical of all MC novels, not just her earliest ones, the HEA ending is extremely abrupt, not occurring until the last few pages of the novel. Readers who are used to historical romances written in the last 10 years or so, which routinely include extensive epilogues demonstrating loving protagonists enjoying a well-motivated HEA, will find this approach hard to enjoy. And particularly so in a novel such as this one, where the reader has been forced to wallow in the melodramatic angst of the romantic protagonists' hating each other for 99% of the book. In such a story, readers deserve a reward for their Herculean labors of slogging through this book of a satisfying, extended HEA.