I am not sure I want to discuss my personal rating system, but I guess it is something like 1 = terrible, 2 = not so good, 3 = good enough, 4 = well worth the read, and 5 = something I really think everyone should go read as soon as possible. (You'll note I do not have many of those.) More to the point, there are always books that I would just as soon not admit to reading, and this is probably one of them. In times long past, both my wife and I found a lot of enjoyment in historical romances (Georgette Heyer, et al), but in the past forty years the genre has changed so that they are now mostly historical sex adventures, and this is certainly a prime example of that. My daughter left it under the seat of the van when she borrow it last week, and now she will have to pay 50 cents a day until I get it back to her so that she can return it to the Lowell library.
As is typical, the artist who created the front cover and the editor who wrote the description for the back cover clearly had not read the book.
The story concerns one Lady Astrid Derring, whose husband had absconded some years ago with all of her jewelry after spending all of her money, so that she has had to live by eating as much as she could at ton parties so that there would be more food at home for her remaining staff. She has done this for five years or so? Is this believable? Out of the blue, however, comes a letter from an unknown author, reporting that her vile husband is masquerading as another nobleman up on Scotland and is about to marry a young lady up there. Lady Astrid promptly sets off to track him down and prevent this marriage, but her borrowed coach gets stopped by a group of three nasty highwaymen, who decide that, since she has no money for them to rob, they will take advantage of her other assets. At the last possible moment, around the corner rides a visiting horseman from Texas, who promptly whips out his rifle and shoots all the bad guys, although the last one down manages to bean him with a rock, leaving his senseless. Lady Astrid feels that she owes this stranger something for this, so she takes care of him for a few days in the next inn until he recovers, with the result that he feels he owes her something and has to accompany her for the remainder of her trip. Then things start to get complicated, as she finds herself hiding under her husband's bed when he gets killed by a visitor to his room, with the result that the authorities think she is responsible, so the two of them (Lady Astrid and the Texan) must hie away to the northern country, where one thing leads to another, as it always does in these books ... and very torridly, too, not just once but several times, while we learn the secret of who the Texan really is, as well as Lady Astrid's secret about the terrible thing she did in her past. All's well that ends well, of course, and these books always end well, with true love shining through for more than one couple, and all problems conquered.