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277 pages, Paperback
First published December 8, 2015

‘She took a bite. Oh, God. Bread. The difference between dry, indigestible leatherlike biscuit and real, soft, salivation-worthy bread was air, nothing but air trapped in perfect little pockets.
Air was delicious.
Salt tickled her tongue. The bread was warm and yeasty, the crust tearing in her teeth. She let out a moan.
“Oh,” Christian said. “Just stab me now and be done with it.”![]()
‘The bread was perfect. The kippers were perfect. The number of cats in the household was… oh very well..’
Actual rating: 4.5Love was a knife, and try as you might to hold it properly, it would always twist in your grasp, cutting your fingers.
I've just finished the most wonderful book. These are the first and foremost words I want to repeat again and again when talking about this book. At first, I wanted to start my review explaining how Courtney Milan is extremely talented, which she is, and how complicated my relationship with her books, which it is, but I decided I don't want to go into self-philosophy of exploring the nature of my relations with this author. No, I just want to talk about how wonderful and beautiful and heartfelt this book was. How complex and vulnerable characters were. How easily it was for me to connect with them and sympathize with them. This book is not your typical historical romance. I'd say 70% of it is a historical fiction with mystery and the last 30% are sensual and breathtaking beauty of a relationship between MCs.
Do you want a story with exciting mystery to solve and historical detail to enjoy, where love is not always conquers everything, where circumstances and consequences will haunt you till you make amends with them? You got it!“But I’ve learned that I’m stronger than hard, better than pain, and that with enough luck, horrible can go away.”
Do you want to read a book where heroine was cast from society and thrown in a new environment where she has to take care of her younger siblings, because her father and brother were traitors, and she was betrayed by the one person she loved the most. You got it! The transformation from genteel lady to strong independent woman who doesn't need society to survive any longer. She put her head in her hands, but she didn’t let herself weep. Weeping was what one did when one ran out of options, and Judith wasn’t finished. She was a Worth. She wasn’t going to give up. Not now. Not ever.
Her life was already its own once-upon-a-time. There was enough joy in the story, enough sorrow mixed in. It might not be the sort of tale that mothers told their children, but it was still a good one. Not everything hurt. It would all turn out.
Do you want a story about family bond and obstacles that only unite them and make them stronger? You got it!Judith sat next to her. “Tee, sweetheart. I’m sorry I shouted at you. I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have done.”
A sniffle met her.
“I love you, though,” Judith said. “I will always love you, no matter how many cabinets you break, how many cats you bring home. I can’t promise never to be angry with you, but I will still love you.”
Do you want a flawed vulnerable hero with fears and guilt and pain, who hides behind jests and mockery, but deep down wants to redeem his past and become a better man? You got it.There would be no apology. There would be no promises. There would never be a reconciliation. What Christian had done was irrevocable, and all the doubts he’d pretended out of existence had welled up in his dreams with the fury of phantasms that would no longer be suppressed.
“I’m sorry. I tried, too. It lasted about a minute before I decided it wouldn’t help one bit. I am who I am. I don’t care if people think I’m off, or if they wonder if I’m ever going to get married. I don’t mind if they strike me from whatever list they’ve put me on. I am never going to stop being the person that I am, and I don’t see why I should apologize for it.”
He’d been right, but sometimes doing the right thing hurt people.
Do you want a slow-burning sizzling romance, where doubts and hurt are turning it into bitter-sweet and the more real to believe and feel.Once, she’d thought herself in love with him. With that pale scar on his cheek from the time he’d cracked his head on a rock. With the dark curl of his hair. With the way he could make her laugh despite herself.
She’d loved the way he looked at her—precisely like this. He had always sparked her imagination to a riot. She’d wanted more than his hand on hers, more than his lips on hers. He was the only person in the world who could make her feel both comfortable and uncomfortable all at the same time.It would be easier if he were not so innately fair. She’d spent eight years building him up in her mind as a villain. Someone who jumped to conclusions. Someone, perhaps, who had purposefully hurt her and her family. Someone who was unthinking, uncaring, unfeeling. It hurt to be reminded that he thought, he cared, and he felt.
Where every scene between characters is filled with tension and you can read between lines, because you are a witness initiated into the tangle of their past lives and mistakes. You hurt with them, you dream with them, you want an absolution with them. But is it possible to have? You need to live through this book to find out.Kissing her hurt. He did it again, letting himself feel every ounce of that pain. This, this is what they might have had. He might have had this tenderness without the accompanying shards of glass piercing his heart. He might have had this sweetness without regret or pain. He might have been able to kiss her without casting shadows.
He’d rather kiss her with shadows than not kiss her at all.
But what good book is without humor in it? What girl can resist a hero with an excellent terrible sense of humor?He sighed and tried to take the complaint seriously. “Why am I to be so censured? Am I accused of murder?”
Lillian dropped her handkerchief. “Is there any danger of that?”
“He’s joking,” his mother said with a shake of her head. “You know how he is—always joking about murdering people.” She gave him a reproachful look.
“Not always,” Christian put in unhelpfully. “Sometimes I joke about murdering baby elephants.”
If you are still not convinced, there's this scene with bread... After that you may say that I play dirty, but all is fair in love and in convincing your friends to read a book you enjoyed a lot *wink*“Come here,” he said, “and I’ll show you.” She sank onto his lap. His arm came around her—and he took the bread. “Here.” He held it out to her and she took a bite. “God, yes,” he whispered. “Have the rest.”
She did, and when she finished, she licked butter off his fingers. His hand tightened around her waist. His eyes met hers and he leaned in, so that she could rest her forehead against him. “Might I have a taste, Judith?”
His breath whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “Please.”
He let out a long sigh and then shifted up, melding their mouths together. He tasted of bread and lemonade, of hope and want and innocence all at once, of all the things she’d once believed and never allowed herself to feel.
If you are ready to be invested into this story, it won't disappoint you. It is an extremely intelligent book, I can hardly name it a 100% historical romance. It is more than just a romance story wrapped in a historical decoration. I promise you, that you don't have to be a fan of that genre to enjoy this story. You just have to be ready to feel.
Every night that first year, looking out his window and wondering how she did. Every night he’d imagined her coming to him. Every empty soirée he’d attended, every perfectly lovely young lady who would never do because she was not Judith.

“I thought about it,” he finally said. “But here’s the thing about having been in love that first time: I always knew, every time after, that what I was faced with was a pale imitation. I never found someone else I could trust with my soul. After the first time, nothing else was acceptable.”



The wicked witch would bring her sister home, as if hard work were a magic wand that she could wave over the world?
“Not everything hurt. To discover that now, when so much had been broken, seemed almost freeing.She was so strong all the time because she had to be, and not even for her own sake, but for the sake of her family. That was the main reason why her and Christian’s relationship was so beautiful because he could be strong for her while she was busy being strong for everyone else. For once, Judith could lay down her burdens on someone other than herself, someone who loved her enough to put her first. Kind, caring, funny Christian, who has become one of my favorite heroes ever, was Judith’s perfect match in every respect. Oh how these two made my heart hurt.
“If I’d married,” she said softly, “I would never know what I was capable of doing. It turns out that when you take away my kid gloves and my morning dresses, I can do quite a bit. This may sound ridiculous, but I’m proud of myself.”
“Nothing ever made sense because I was trying to sort everything into place from one to ten. That was the mistake. You are the start of every list I’ve ever made. You are the beginning, the zeroth item, the unspoken predicate of my heart. You can’t put me first; I know that.”Apart from our feels inducing couple, all the cats (and there were MANY), bad jokes about fowl and the very sexy bread scene (you’ll know what I’m referring to once you read it), I have to say the second best thing about the book were the Worth siblings themselves. From hated and beloved Anthony, to steadfast Judith, long lost Camilla, quirky Theresa and precious baby Benedict. Each of them vastly different and equally fascinating and I found myself completely immersed in the often cruel but all too real world Courtney built around them. But as Judith points out a number of times, their hardships made them who they are, good, bad and everything in between. So even if the wait is long, I very much look forward to reading more about them. I have a tissue box at the ready for Camilla’s book since I have a feeling that one’s gonna be a doozy.
Her eyes were wide and shining. “Christian.”
“You can’t put yourself first,” he said. “You have a younger sister collecting cats, another one who is still missing. You have another brother who is off in the world. I know you can’t put yourself first. So let me do it for you.”