A gripping tale of love and self-sacrifice set on wild Dartmoor - 1875. Beautiful and compassionate, Rose Maddiford is devoted to only one her father. When tragedy strikes, it seems that the only path forward requires the greatest sacrifice from Rose. Solace comes from the most unlikely source, but what future can there be for two lost souls whose lives have been shattered by the cruel hand of fate?
Ugh, don't read this book! While written quite well, it ends so abruptly and so idiotically, it breaks the contract between romance reader and romance writer -- love might not save the day, but the heroine is changed forever. Normally I like a little romance novel every so often, and throughout most of this book, the romance is there in spades. The author does a good job of creating a windswept moor, a la Wuthering Heights, upon which her heroine roams free. But, SPOILER ALERT, the heroine Rose marries a man to save her father. He rapes her. Again and again. She becomes pregnant. She hates him and their marriage for much of the novel's second half. Then a mysterious prisoner returns to her life (after a brief encounter during the first few chapters), and Rose grows to like him. I thought to myself, "now we're in the good part," and hunkered down to see how this situation would be resolved. I don't care if a heroine makes a hard choice, but it must be painful and drawn-out. Instead, in 2 pages, Rose goes upstairs to her bed and in four brief paragraphs realizes that she loves her husband. WHAT?!? The novel literally ends with the sentence "And tomorrow was another day." I was disgusted. Don't pick this one up.
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