Ugh, barely made it through this book. It started out pretty good...Sabrina flees some horrid family members and nearly dies in a snowstorm. But oh, here comes Phillip to save the day! Kind and noble Phillip, who nurses her back to health, and doesn't even attempt to seduce her, even if she is beautiful and naked. What a swell guy, right?
WRONG! Somewhere along the way, Phillip becomes the world's biggest asshole. It was as if the writer put down her pen, and let someone else write the second half of the story because Phillip totally changed...and not for the better. I don't care what the reasoning is: abandoning your bride on your wedding night to go screw your mistress is TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE! I really should have stopped reading right there, but I naively thought he would realize how empty and hollow having a mistress was, when he had a beautiful, vibrant wife back home. But nope, the bonehead remained clueless, and not only continued to maintain his mistress, but had zero qualms about it, essentially throwing it in Sabrina's face.....despite the fact that she told him she loved him (even after he selfishly screwed her and gave nothing back in return). And on top of all of this, he was absolutely ridiculous and impossible to please. One minute he was complaining that Sabrina was too compliant and lacked passion, and then when she showed passion, he would bitch at her about it. There was nothing she could do to make him happy. He didn't deserve a wife, or a family, or that damn racing cat that he got at the end. He deserved a good beating from Clarendon, because I might have hated him more than the evil wannabe-rapist, Trevor.
I've read a lot of books, and I love me a good jackass-hero, but Phillip was just a jackass. He had no redeeming qualities, and honestly, I think he is probably the worst "hero" in a book that I've ever read (at least any that I can think of). I spent 75% of the book wanting to punch him in his freakin face.