Feather tries to present some of the horrors women faced in London of the mid-eighteenth century, but it never quite seems real to me. For one thing, Our heroine is in a ritzy house of prostitution at one point, and is told that no one there gets the pox, or any other sexually transmitted disease, because they and their clients are all "very clean," which is just ludicrous. A hundred years later, a New York City study indicated that most prostitutes only lasted a decade or two, most of them taken out by disease and the "slow suicide" of alcohol and drugs, and I think it very unlikely it was better in London of the 1750s.
I like the heroine of this book, but her only real flaws are that she's clumsy and she's a soft-hearted idiot. At one point she tries to organize the prostitutes of London into a trade union, a highly impractical plan at the very least. And even though she knows there's a guy looking to grab her and haul her away for nefarious reasons, she keeps running off and getting caught by the bad guys or ending up in some other sort of trouble. The hero is one of those imperturbable and apparently heartless Dukes who always know how to manage things that populate an enormous percentage of Regencies. He's not particularly interesting but gets the job done.
I like the Duke's brother, who feels sorry for the heroine and recognizes some of the wrongs being done around him, however he's woefully worthless and can't even solve his own problems, let alone offer the heroine anything but a bit of emotional support. No, that's not entirely fair -- he does tell the hero some home truths and stand up to him, so while he doesn't solve his problems, there is a sense where he is crucial to the solution. Sadly, most of the secondary characters never rise above types, and some of the prostitutes don't even really reach that level, blending entirely in my brain into an amorphous mass.
This was one of the first romances I read and liked after I discovered the All About Romance website, which actually had legit reviews by thinking people (prior to that all the romance review sites I'd run across might as well have been advertising sites -- no longer the case, thank goodness), and a few scenes actually stuck in my brain all these years, meaning I remembered it with fondness.
And I am fond of it, for no very good reason. It pushes my buttons, for one. I like a lot of historicals where the heroine is coerced into an on-going sexual situation she does not want but decides to put up with for whatever reason; rape, by modern standards, but also a shockingly common situation for women throughout history. And I like to see a woman who was completely helpless rise above the bad guys, even if she has to rope some Duke in to make it happen.