Decent historical romance
MY RATING SYSTEM
5 stars--WOW
4 stars--would read again
3 stars--was good, won't read again
2 stars--read it, but didn't enjoy it
1 star--didn't finish, it was so awful
Do I need to read books before this one: no
Cliffhanger: no
SUMMARY
Adalia isn't sad her husband died, except he died saving his mistress from drowning. At the funeral, a man approaches, claiming to be her brother Theodore's friend, and he offers assistance. She sends him away. Theodore hasn't come home from the Caribbean to take up their family title, so she's got to provide for herself and her brother Alfred's twin daughters. All she does well is gamble, so she uses her dowager's cottage as a gaming hell. She's so successful, Mr Trether demands to marry her. Theo's friend comes back, offers help again. He's the Duke of Dellon.
When, in the course of one hour, Adalia rescues one niece from an attempted kidnapping, finds a letter from Theo saying to trust only the Duke of Dellon if something goes wrong, and then an officer informs her Theo was found dead in the rookeries, Adalia grabs the twins, some money, and gets on the stagecoach to the Duke.
EVALUATION
Told mostly from Adalia's view point, this Regency romance carries intrigue throughout it. We know Toren hides a secret. We know Mr Trether means to hurt Adalia. It's not hard to figure out what's going on, so the intrigue fell flat for me. I also didn't get emotionally connected to the characters.
I like the theme that everyone can love and be loved. I like how independent Adalia is. I want to know why she picks injured soldiers for guards, how Revelry House is successful so fast, and if Adalia trains the servants to speak up.
I learned rookeries has 2 definitions.
RECOMMENDATION
This isn't a bad story, just not gripping. I'm not recommending it, but I'm not dissuading, either. Hence the 3 stars.
FAVORITE QUOTES
“No one asked you to be here, sir. I do attempt to keep the supercilious, pious ogres out of my home, and it appears as though I failed on that account this night.” There was not the slightest reaction to her insult. Not a raised eyebrow. Not a frown. Not a curdled forehead on the man’s face. Without her brothers around, she was out of practice with her barbs.
“The first time we spoke after your husband’s funeral, Lady Pipworth, you called me a vulture.” “Can I plead that I was deep in grief at the time and could not hold my tongue?” “Is it the truth?” “No.” “Then do not plead it.”
[tutor not needed, they're just girls] “They are not ‘just girls,’ Mr. Chesire. They are my nieces. They are my brother’s legacy, and they are intelligent and witty and proud little girls, and they will remain so. They come above everything. Do you hear me? Do not ever dare to dismiss them again—not in front of me, and most certainly not without my knowledge.”
“I…I cannot lose them, lose the girls, Toren. They are my everything.” “The best way to ensure that doesn’t happen is to give them the knowledge they need to make their own decisions, become their own people. Let them make the mistakes when you are there to catch them. To hold them. To make sure they know they can survive anything.”
POSSIBLE TRIGGERS (SPOILERS)
Sex: multiple scenes
Language: 0 F words, 1 Lord's name in vain, 0 S words
Violence: multiple attempted kidnappings, torturings, stabbing