This is maybe the most retro romance I have ever read, and so kind of represents the positives and negatives of the era.
In the pre-internet age, many of the authors who wrote historical romance were kind of massive history nerds who clearly spent a lot of time doing research and wanted to share that with their readers (I don’t think this sensibility is entirely gone from modern historical romance-Sherry Thomas is one author who springs to mind-but in general modern authors seem less interested in the history), and Miss Busbee has clearly done a lot of research about the events leading up to the Battle of New Orleans, and more generally about the city during the period. And it’s super interesting and made me want to read some actual history books.
But part of the historical realities of New Orleans during that period is the brutal and evil practice of slavery. The hero is a plantation owner and in this period that invariably means slave owner. (Sidebar: I found this a really odd choice, since it basically has no impact on the story, except, I assume, to explain his fabulous wealth, except he’s a freaking pirate so isn’t fabulous wealth just part of the trope?) Miss Busbee tries to distract from this by telling a story about how the hero and his friend saw a slave who was going to be sold for disobedience and were so horrified that they pooled their ressources to buy the guy and immediately set him free, so now he works for the hero as his butler. Andrew Jackson also has a cameo, which is mostly about what a great and noble leader he was, which... sure. While this might be more indicative of the American condition than any particular authorial failing, Miss Busbee is never really able to reconcile the egalitarian and democratic ideals the hero purports to defend with the reality of America as a society based in violence, slavery, and the exploitation of black people, First Nations, and women.
One thing I love about retro romances is that they have a kind of intensity that isn’t really en vogue anymore; everything is very heightened and dramatic. Emotions move from one extreme to the other in the blink of an eye. Everyone is either supernaturally good looking or absurdly ugly; nobody’s eyes are green or brown, they’re emerald or molten chocolate. While this is entertaining and kind of part of the charm, the constant repetition of the physical perfection of the leads, especially the heroine, gets a bit irritating; her body is alway slender, ripe, or feminine; her hair is never hair, it’s ‘sable fire’; her eyes are topaz, and so on. Ditto for the hero.
The gender dynamics are very typical of this era of romance novels. They’re bad, and in the real world would probably be considered abusive, but they’re also very par for the course.
One thing that I really liked that I wasn’t expecting was the length. Lady Vixen is a little under 550 pages, making it easily one of the longest pure romance novels I’ve read. And while this does mean it’s not quite as fast a read, the plot and characters have a room to breathe that I’ve often found lacking in romance novels; plot lines felt fully fleshed-out and secondary characters who might only get a sub clause to introduce them got to become well-developed people rather than narrative appendages. I didn’t find that it dragged at any point, but if you don’t find Busbee’a historical digressions interesting you might find differently.