Real Rating: 3.5* of five...I'll read another one, so up not down
I'm always unhappy with muddled geograhy. Is Liorland (!) contiguous to, coextensive with, or just a renamed Monaco? The royals are Grimaldis, the actual family name of the Monegasque princes. And, at one point, Lio(r) whose given names don't include Lior as it is the customary regnal name is flying back from an island in the North Sea (not a lot of islands in the North Sea) which is somehow or another part of his family's holdings, heading for the Netherlands but also the borders of Northern Liorland are between the Netherlands and Denmark...? Heaven knows Europe in the 14th century, when the Genoese adventurers called Grimaldi were crankin' up the conquest machine, was chaotic and a political marriage with a Danish princess might have been made...but what? Huh?
That's nothing, however, compared to the spiritual torment, the angst, inflicted on me by 13 (thirteen) separate and distinct uses of the goddamned awful lazy dumb-sounding w-bomb.
The good parts of the book include the delights of Felix Wilde's grandfathers, a gay couple resident in small-town North Texas. Now, there are gay folks all over Texas, as I have personal reason to know; and there are *out* gay folks in many a small town everywhere. But the family of Wildes and their appropriately spottily presented history make for such wonderful reading, such hopeful reading in this time of division and despair.
Also delightful is Felix's chosen career in glass art and history. I loved Gadleigh Island's geological anomaly (to exist in the North Sea, it'd have to be the tallest mountain in Doggerland, and that geology would help explain its sands being freaky), and the hidden history of Gadleigh's Great Glassmaker. In fact, I'd've stinted a bit on Hen's drama and seen/heard more about Felix's presentation at the Louvre Conference and its repercussions. But no matter what, Author Lennox made Felix's love of art come alive for me.
The love affair between two skittish men, with much the same issue of being press-shy, is also the best use of the hoary old "I've got a secret" trope. No one doubts that a royal person is going to be pretty darned cagey about their identity in hooking up; no one doubts that a Hollywood star's kids are hip to the use of the stalking horse gambit to get fresh dirt on the famous parent. And put the two together? Two, two, two secrets in one! Well done, Author Lennox.
I'm not a grumbler about insta-love, which this pretty much is, because in this instance it's very clearly baked into the pie. These men are on a remote island, fleeing highly pressurized circumstances, during a major holiday. Vacation love affairs don't get better tinder (!) than this. What's less likely is discovering your fling is Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now. However, the reasons each falls in love with the other are clear, and spelled out, and make sense within the framework of the island-escape-"I've got a secret"-major pressure in life plot trifecta. Their uberhawtness is an artifact of the romance genre. Why fantasize about schlubs? Likely you are one, and got one; fantasy is about escaping reality. Jiggling Big Daddy's belly while you're, erm, involved in carnality is plenty fun, but why deny yourself a little variety in reading about washboard abs and round, bouncy sitzfleisch, too? Just like the rest of consumer entertainment, it's all about what isn't (but could be). Used in moderation, sauces like this spice up the meatloaf of reality in the most delightful way.
So, over all, I'm pleased that I took this Kindle freebie whenever it was free, and will strongly consider reading more in the series. Author Lennox did a creditable job of using the tropes of this genre in frameworks that made them a great deal more than merely palatable.
That is high praise coming from a grouchy old reader like me.