“I very much doubt that I’m the first female you have kissed in a conservatory.”
“No. You’re not the first,” he admitted gravely. “But if you’ll marry me, I promise that you’ll be the last.”
At his words, some of her resolve melted. She looked tired and confused and more than a little wistful. “You can’t promise me that.”
“I just have.”
Tristan Sinclair, Viscount St. Ashton!
Just the name makes me swoon.
The book … not so much. It’s another well-written, authentic book by Mimi Matthews and I enjoyed it, it is still my least favorite story by this author so far. It started strong but fell a bit flat later, despite the likable main characters.
Tristan, the 32-year-old heir to an earldom, is in trouble. Because of his rakish lifestyle, his father is cutting him off financially and ordering him to repair and cultivate his rundown estate in Northumberland for a living. In truth, however, the viscount has already given up the curricle racing, whoring and gambling and dueling; he’s still drinking, though, and suffering from melancholia. So basically, he’s already a reformed rake when he meets Valentine March, a mousy vicar’s daughter and lady’s companion, at an infamous house party and falls in love with her at first sight.
They share a soul-shattering kiss that turns their worlds upside down (and makes me wish–again–for a full sex scene from Matthews). In several ways, unfortunately, because they get caught. St. Ashton wants to do the right thing and marry Valentine, but his annoying father won’t allow it.
From there, the story goes downhill because the two of them are separated in the last third of the book: Tristan is in Northumberland, trying to get his estate running, Valentine is in London with a cousin, trying to save her reputation. They aren’t even allowed to write longing letters to each other, and really, that’s not enough for a romance.
It’s still a good book, but not as good as you would expect it from Mimi Matthews.
Also, even if meant lovingly, “my little idiot“ or “you little fool“ are not appealing terms of endearments.
3.5