Reading the rest of the series, I have been wondering for some time how Ashford was going to handle the romance of Randolph, a clergyman, and was rather intrigued by the whole prospect--the usual shtick in a Regency is a hero who declares himself not inclined to take vows or is "unsuitable," aka too much of a rake for the Church. Unfortunately, the answer is that this vocation is more or less completely ignored, or treated as any other profession. This may be accurate enough to the time, but I found it disappointing.
Randolph is taking time in between clerical livings to come to London and look for a bride. Due to circumstances beyond his control (a ram in a church production rut on a bishop), he has been rather blacklisted to advance beyond small parishes. He needs a well-placed bride to grease the gears. Verity, on the other hand, is 24, the daughter of the dean of Chester, and sick to death of ecclesiastical small town life. Despite a physical attraction, they both develop a mutual antagonism almost immediately after being introduced at some ton event and superficially seem to have incompatible life goals.
However, both are devoted musicians and singers and are thrown together after performing a beautiful spontaneous duet (as one does). Through rehearsals and performances, the flames of their attraction are fanned. They ultimately overcome their personal differences (quite easily, imo) and decide to marry, gaining the approval of Randolph's family and Verity's mother. However, her father disagrees. Ultimately, Randolph's father is able to use his influence for an outcome that pleases all, and happily ever after.
Issues. There are several. I have not mentioned an entire subplot involving Verity's friend Olivia, that somehow manages to be both tedious and nerve-wracking. I think this was thrown in due to the lack of actual tension or drama in the main plot, but it reminded me of the similarly irritating subplot in Nathaniel and Violet's book, with Violet's friend. Enough said about that, enough time already wasted in the actual book.
The other thing that bothered and disappointed me I referenced in the first paragraph: Randolph could have basically been in any profession this book. He talks about helping people, but never about any actual religious or spiritual work or personal belief. He and Verity, who has herself been raised in a religious household, quite easily canoodle and have sex, with little guilt beyond the usual Regency we-must-be-married. I'm not a religious person, and I have no issue with premarital sex, but what's the point of having this dude be a priest, and her being a priest's daughter, if it doesn't matter at all? Many Regency romances save actual intercourse, at least, until after the wedding vows, and I think this could have been done here.