Confusing + poorly written, this one takes forever to get going with its overly complicated mess of a plot. It’s also populated by a small army of unlikable nitwits, none of whom inspired any interest—the only one with any potential being Carla, the middle-aged housekeeper, because I hated her less than the others. Alas, heroine Claudine was an annoying drip & I kept hoping someone would succeed in their endless permutations of Cunning Plans(tm) to kill her & have done with it. (SPOILER ALERT! She survived. 🙄) In an amusing sidenote, one of Claudine’s love interests was a batshit villain who bamboozled her utterly…lol. Dumbass. But then she goes back to that *other* moron whose masculinity is threatened by the idea of having a wife with an education & marketable job skills, so there you go.
Clearly “Barrie Myers” was a dude. I don’t necessarily mind dude authors in my gothics or bodice-rippers; indeed, I’ve read excellent male-penned books in both those genres…but this isn’t one of them. It’s bad in every way that counts, & therefore earns the gross indignity of one lonely star. :/ What a waste of that beautiful cover.