Thanks to Wolf Publishing for an ARC of this story, originally read and reviewed as part of the Christmas Belles Anthology.
Bree Wolf always seems to have interesting and unique plot ideas for her books, but she doesn’t always succeed in telling the stories as well as she could. I love the concept of this one. Beatrice Hartley, eldest daughter of Baron Benton, foolishly allows a man to take liberties and finds herself pregnant. He refuses to help her, so her parents arrange for her to marry a friend of her father, who turns out to be as judgmental and condescending as her parents. Only nineteen years old, she is heartbroken that she will never enjoy a marriage based on love.
Along comes Charles Beaumont, Viscount Hawthorne, eldest son of the Earl and Countess of Whickerton. Only twenty-one years old, Charles has not been home to England for ten years, and he is not looking for a wife. He and his family have spent most of his life traveling in warmer climates that are better for the health of his twelve-year-old sister. Within days of arriving, he notices Beatrice at a ball and finds himself drawn to her because he sees such sorrow in her eyes. That’s because she’s already betrothed to Mr. Carter and wishes she weren’t. Charles also wishes she weren’t because he realizes she is his soulmate.
Initially, Beatrice keeps turning Charles away because she is certain he wouldn’t want anything to do with her if he knew what she’d done. At a low point, he convinces her to confide in him, and rather than run away from her, he encourages her to marry him instead. He already knows he’s in love with her and hopes she will, one day, love him.
Although I did enjoy the story, I found the writing to be mediocre. The words never caused me to envision what was happening and never evoked any emotions in me. Engaging the senses more might have helped. What would have helped even more was avoiding trite phrases and cliches. I would have loved to see some more thoughtful choices of vocabulary—words with specific meanings and connotations to fit the descriptions. I also felt that the story could have ended before the epilogue. The issue of love in their marriage had been resolved by then. I felt that the epilogue was unnecessary to tie up loose ends. And this was a terribly disappointing sentence with which to end: “Indeed, the future was a bright one, and Beatrice could hardly wait.” That ranks right up there with “She wouldn’t have it any other way” as one of the most trite statements to make in a novel.
I’m still giving this story three stars because I really enjoyed the story itself. But I can’t give it more stars because there is much room for improvement in terms of the quality of writing.