After the last book, I began this one hoping to see very little of Annunciata, a woman who I'd grown to loathe. Amazingly enough, two things happened as I continued to read: Annunciata rather grew on me and I found myself coming to actually admire her, especially towards the end of the book; this was most likely as a result of Annunciata being in her fifties when the book began, so therefore her character had mellowed (plus, with the great love of her life no longer around and her having so mellowed out of the high emotions which created such grand passions, we didn't have to endure the tedium of every man in the vicinity immediately falling at her feet in instant love/lust/desire, not to mention the disgust when, invariably, Annunciata's needs and desires overrode those of any other, usually resulting in the destruction of their happiness and health); secondly, an even worse female came along, displacing and, quite honestly, making Annunciata look good by comparison. India Neville is picked to marry Matt Morland, Annunciata's grandson and heir to the Morland Dynasty, initiating the naive young boy into manhood; as a result, she leads the besotted idiot a merry dance, keeping a firm schedule on their sex life and her pregnancies so that she might do the rumpy-pumpy with anything in breeches who comes her way. As she whispers into Matt's satiated ear on their wedding night, "Like a duck to water." Calling India a bitch gives all us bitches a bad name.
The back part of the book rather drags a bit, concerning the movements and battles of the Jacobites. Harrod-Eagles doesn't quite have the knack of creating stirring battle scenes, so I rather skimmed/flipped through those sections. However, I'd say, all-in-all, this book is an improvement over the previous one.