It didn't work for me. What started out as a promising time travel story devolved into a romance that was just... well, cringe.
MC gets abducted by a 'lord of the manor' type in the 1600s. She gets involved in a contrived, convoluted plot that requires her to play his mistress. He is Catholic, and considers himself married to his wife (the marriage has been annulled). They're on the road, meeting roguish characters of all stripes.
Not bad, right? I would think so, if it hadn't been for how annoying the MC is. This is a woman who is stuck in another time, with zero options, at the mercy of this dude who is most likely going to end up dead, and she makes no attempts to escape. Huh?? Oh also, she works in the movie business (present day), but is as knowledgeable as a history major about everything and everyone during the 1600s. Almost as if the author needed her to know (deep sigh). She rails ineffectually against the inequities of the period, but of course, is falling in love with her abductor, because 'he's not that bad'. Cringe.
Maybe if I read this in the 90s, when 'not that bad' was good enough. Oh, but wait. There are the info dumps that show off how much research the author has done into the subject. These aren't skilfully woven in, however, but delivered in endless exposition that slows the narrative down. Bonus: we also have long internal monologues that go into great depth to e-x-p-l-a-i-n every thought MC has. I mean, give the reader some credit. Please? Also, please move the story along. This book could have been half its length. Easily.
I'm on chapter 27 of 58. And I can't go on. I just don't care enough.