Book review for To Heist and to Hold by Christina Britton. Thank you to Forever (Grand Central Publishing) and NetGalley for my gifted ARC.
There’s something so satisfying about a historical romance that doesn’t rely on grand ballrooms or dukes in disguise to sweep you off your feet. To Heist and to Hold takes a refreshingly grounded approach to Regency romance, centering on two characters who aren’t part of the glittering upper crust, but who still have everything to lose—and everything to offer each other. Christina Britton delivers a story that’s bold, heartfelt, and rich in character, with just the right blend of intrigue, slow-burn romance, and emotional vulnerability. I absolutely devoured it.
Our heroine, Heloise Marlowe, is a widow with a past that makes her stand out from the usual cast of historical romance leads. Before her husband’s death, she worked as a blacksmith and taught fencing. Now, she lives among a group of widows who don’t spend their days sipping tea or mourning silently—they’re part of a secret society called the Wimpole Street Widows, a sisterhood devoted to justice and mutual protection. When Heloise’s sister-in-law is accused of losing her employer’s jewels at the notorious Dionysus gaming club, Heloise is determined to infiltrate the club and find out what really happened. The plan? Use her feminine wiles (a skill she’s hilariously unpracticed in) to seduce the club’s part-owner, Ethan Sinclaire.
From the first moment Ethan and Heloise meet, there’s a spark—not the usual “insta-lust” kind, but something simmering and real. Ethan is a man who’s clawed his way up from nothing. Betrayed by his own brother, he’s determined to maintain the honesty of his business and protect the found-family of friends and co-owners who built Dionysus with him. So when a striking, overly charming woman shows up at his club with questions she shouldn’t be asking, he’s immediately suspicious—but also curious, and undeniably drawn to her.
Their dynamic is electric, but not flashy. The romance unfolds with the kind of delicious tension that comes from two people trying very hard not to want each other—while failing spectacularly. And it’s in the small, quiet moments where Britton’s writing truly shines: a glance that lingers too long, an unexpected touch, the simple act of one tending the other’s wounds. “I have not wanted anything in my life as much as I want you,” Ethan admits at one point, and that line lands like a soft punch to the chest. It’s raw, sincere, and utterly earned.
What I loved most was how both characters carry weight from their pasts, but instead of letting that pain harden them, it deepens their emotional landscape. Heloise isn’t invulnerable—she’s fiercely capable, yes, but also unsure of herself when it comes to intimacy, to letting someone in. Ethan, on the other hand, is the classic guarded hero, but there’s no cruelty in his armor. He protects because he’s been hurt, and that makes the way he opens up to Heloise feel even more meaningful.
Britton also builds a lovely sense of community throughout the novel. The Wimpole Street Widows are intriguing as individuals, but even more so as a collective—strong women who support each other without judgment or condescension. There’s an almost cozy feel to their world, even as they plot infiltration missions and engage in moral gray areas. The scenes at the club Dionysus bring in some fun intrigue and raise the stakes, but the heart of the book remains with Heloise and Ethan.
The pacing is steady, never rushed, which works beautifully for a story like this. It gives room for the romance to breathe, for the stakes to rise naturally, and for the tension to build. There’s a light touch of mystery around the cheating at the club, but it doesn’t overshadow the emotional journey—if anything, it reinforces the theme of trust, of risk, of deciding to bet on someone even when your instincts tell you to fold.
This isn’t a flashy romance, but that’s what makes it so special. It’s grounded in character and built with care. The chemistry is palpable, but it never shortcuts the emotional growth. The ending is satisfying without being overly neat, leaving just enough open to make you eager for the next book in the Wimpole Street Widows Society series. I have my eye on Ethan’s friend Parsons and hope he gets his own story—there’s something about him that feels ripe for a good unraveling.
If you’re looking for a historical romance that blends cozy camaraderie with real emotional stakes, this is the book for you. It’s a quiet triumph, filled with slow-burn tenderness, subtle humor, and characters who feel real from the moment they step on the page. Britton has crafted a world I want to return to again and again.