I loved, loved, loved this series, except for the first, very slow, 40% and the final, bizarre 10%. Otherwise, I recommend the hell out of it. The thing I liked best was all the outrageous comedy. I laughed like mad, especially at all the Star Wars references in book three.
This book, in particular, was such a bittersweet tale of redemption through love that I found it especially poignant. The moment where a much kinder, gentler Lord Linwood (a.k.a., Timothy) slow danced with Jasmine in the rain as carnival speakers played "You are my Sunshine" was deeply moving, one of those moments that live in the memory.
And then Van had to go and blow the entire thing with that ludicrous out-of-the-blue, wtf, King Arthur crap at the end. The whole Milk Carton Moment was, in retrospect, badly misused as the lamest red herring ever, given the sudden u-turn in which Van chose to wrap up her series. Eye-rollingly odd and excruciatingly disappointing, after Van got me loving these characters so much... To do that to me... I especially hate the big, fat treasure chest that, magically solves everyone's problems.
I had hoped the series would end with Jasmine finally finding her family in England (2015 or 1815... Either/or) and that Lord Linwood would replenish his fortune & save everyone by starting his own successful, profitable business with Daniel, which DID happen, making the addition of the treasure chest (the ancient Roman equivalent of having the only winning Powerball ticket with a billion-dollar jackpot [also ridiculously implausible]) a dopey, redundant, add-on. Also, Jasmine didn't have to go to ancient Rome to learn that she was Keeper of The Portal, Mother of all. She could have gotten that from Marmi, via flashback or a "visit." I DID love the big get together at the end and the agreement to do it again. But, as I stated, having the protagonist go to ancient Rome to learn she had the power to make it happen was just nuts.
Damn. This was a five-star read clear up until the 90% mark. Van took a backhoe to her beautiful garden. Sad. But if you can get past the Roman silliness this book was, otherwise, a brilliant read.