After every Christi Caldwell book I think, “Oooh! This one is my favorite!” And then she writes another one that totally blows me away. Like all her previous stories, Beguiled By A Baron left me breathless, agonizing (in a good way), and entranced. And, as with all her books, I enjoyed a huge happy sigh at the end.
Bridget Hamilton had spent her life cast out by her family. Her partial deafness and the birthmark marring her face had marked her as unworthy of the Hamilton name. She lived in a squalid cottage on the estate, raising her brother’s unwanted son, Virgil. Bridget loved Virgil as if he were her own and had sacrificed her life to protect him. But her brother, always chasing fortune and being hunted for money he owed, wasn’t just content with Bridget raising his by blow. He took advantage of Bridget’s skills with antiquated texts, having her evaluate scripts for a local bookkeeper. What little she made was split between her brother and caring for Virgil. Though not the life she would have dreamed of, Bridget was content with her peaceful existence. But her peace came to an end when her brother issued an ultimatum. Steal a valuable book for him or lose Virgil. Knowing Virgil would be stripped from her care and turned over to her soulless brother, Bridget had no choice but to comply. She would enter the home of Lord Chilton, masquerade as a servant, and rob him.
Vail Basingstoke, Baron Chilton was known as the Bastard Baron. He didn’t care about the moniker. It was true. The bastard son of a self-serving duke who’d fathered countless children, Vail vowed he’d never be anything like his father. He’d become one of the most successful and ruthless booksellers in all of England. Owning one of the vastest collections of rare books, he brought them to auction making a fortune to care for his illegitimate siblings. Most of his collection was for re-sale purposes. Nothing was too important that couldn’t be sold to deepen his wealth. It was easier not becoming attached to anyone or anything. Vail was quite adept at dealing with the bookish members of the ton, stripping them of their control, and getting the best sum for his efforts. “Vail would lay down his life for his siblings. But where members of the peerage were concerned, he’d fleece them of their fortunes with a smile and sleep at night all the better for it.”
When Bridget masquerades as Vail’s new housekeeper, she feels nervous and guilty, but also excited to work beside books she’d never touch in her life. It doesn’t take long for her skill with antique tomes to be noticed. Vail was surprised at the depth of her proficiency in texts and quickly realized she’d be better suited for his business than running his household. And so their camaraderie began poring over antiquated texts.
Their attraction is almost immediate and it comes as a surprise to both of them. Vail was nothing like she’d expected. Nothing like her family. Where her family had been cruel to staff, Vail was kind. There were no questions or pitying statements about her birthmark and partial deafness. He didn’t treat her as though she were less because of her imperfections. He asked her opinion and he listened. Seeing how he cared for his siblings, when her own only wanted to forget her existence, made her lose a piece of her heart to him. Vail found Bridget refreshing. She showed no fear or reverence for his title. She was direct, clever, unique. He found himself sharing intimacies and details of his life he’d never shared with anyone. Questioning how he lived his life. He was captivated by her but he couldn’t lust after someone in his employ. That would make him just like his father. The pull Bridget had on him went against every moral standard he held himself to yet he couldn’t resist her. He had long prided himself on his restraint and self-control but he found he had none when she was around. He could no longer resist the need to take her in his arms and kiss her.
Bridget had been told so often that no man would ever want her, that she’d believed it. Then Vail had kissed her and it had been the most erotic moment of her life. Her flaws stood out a stark contrast to Vail’s perfection, but he made her feel beautiful. The guilt about what she must do ate away at her. She was no better than her horrid family. She was a thief. Vail was different from every other peer. A war hero. A man of character. A paragon. This man had moved from stranger to honorable, admirable gentleman, to the man she loved. Yet the only thing that could save her son was to betray Vail.
I fell in love with Bridget and Vail immediately. They were destined for one another. Both had lived the cruelties of the world relying on themselves and no one else. It had caused each to have a distorted view of the world. But the bond they formed challenged everything they previously believed about others and about themselves. Vail had loved before and been rejected. He’d seen first- hand the horrors people could do to one another. He’d learned to keep his guard up and let on one in. But Bridget slipped in. She saw so much more than the Baron Bastard. She saw things he’d not even known about himself. She managed to pull his darkest secrets from him and challenge him. She showed him that the world wasn’t just black or white, good or bad. That all people were simply people, flawed and doing their best to survive in an uncertain world. Where he had blamed himself for the lives his siblings had endured, she showed him how he had changed their lives for the better. Bridget had come to London believing all men were driven by material wants and incapable of goodness. Her family had made her feel as though she were less because of her physical imperfections. But Vail changed that. He was so different from any peer she’d known. He was an honorable man who cared so much for his family, seeing worth in each of them. And in Bridget too. He’d treated her as an equal. Where she’d seen only her limitations, Vail had opened her eyes to her own self- worth.
As I said before, each Christi Caldwell book I read is my favorite until the next one comes out. But I found this one especially exceptional. I was in awe of the amount of research she must have done. Her knowledge of early texts and what’s involved in evaluating rare books was simply remarkable. And I was delighted with the way she worked Petrosinella into the ending. If you’re looking for the ultimate escape into historical romance, this is it. At least until Christi Caldwell writes her next book. A Book Obsessed Chicks Review Team Selection