Heat Index: 6/10
—lesbians competing for the same husband
—it's kinda fuck history hours
—RAKESS meets lady
The Basics:
Harriet, AKA Harry, needs a husband in order to secure her lifestyle—mainly, swanning about, hooking up with randoms, and acting on the stage. Proper Emily, with her reputation stained by a youthful misadventure, must find someone to marry—or else she's stuck with the local odious lech. Both of them set their sights on the same duke, practically perfect for their respective purposes. And both of them... really want each other. What are a pair of diametrically-opposed ladies to do?
The Review:
This is a refreshingly anachronistic romcom, with a good deal of raking and flirting and ladylike swooning... All in pursuit of sapphic joy. I mean, initially in pursuit of lavender marriage joy. But once Harry and Emily throw away the bullshit and get off to the races, they're in it to win it.
For me, Harry is kind of the star of the novel. For one thing, she's simply charismatic—a bit reckless, a lot swaggering and carefree, seductive, and prone to kind of not caring about consequences until she has to. Plus, she has a father whose identity absolutely sets the tone for the book early one, which I greatly appreciate. Lee says "pick up what I am putting down" with that dad reveal, and if you've got an issue with what happens after because "historyyyy"... Dude. What did you think you were reading?
While it's not quite as irreverent as the world of Alexis Hall's Something series, Lady Like is about telling a good story. It's not about queer suffering. And don't we get enough of that in real life? Like, don't get me wrong—Harry and Emily face obstacles. Homophobia is a thing in this world. But it's not an obsessive one, and Harry in particular is looking to marry less because of its intensity and more because of.... well, it's reminiscent of some classic historical romance inheritance requirement shenanigans. Sort of.
I do want to emphasize that Emily is charming as well, and becomes more so as the story unfurls and she breaks free. While not as experienced as Harry, she's also not your typical swooning virgin type. There's a moment of flirtation that fucks with gender a bit in a way I found so delightfully surprising—and it's on brand for the book in general. It's fun, it's airy, it doesn't take itself too seriously, while still being aware of the weight of what Harry and Emily want.
All that being said, the one flaw that kicks this book down a bit is that it takes too long for Harry and Emily to meet. About 25% of the book. That's just too much for any romance my book—I love character intros, but I need to get to the romance sooner rather than later. These two have chemistry, and I wanna see more of it!
That being said, I did appreciate the ending. So much. That's what I want to see more of in queer historical romances.
The Sex:
There aren't many sex scenes, but the sex scenes you get are super well-described, lengthy, and super hot. I really like the interplay between the two, and the way their scenes in bed play on the traditional rake/shrinking violet trope.
The Conclusion:
A light but not unserious, sexy romcom of a historical romance, this took a little while to get going—but once it did, it was fresh and entertaining. Which the subgenre needs more of!
Thanks to Random House and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.