"Claddagh Hall is left jointly to you and young Fergus, on the condition that you both live here." The words of Noelle's late father's will surprised her. She didn't expect an inheritance, nor did she have any need for it, especially from an Irish lord she had barely known.
And it was abundantly clear that Fergus Carrick, the co-heir, would not welcome sharing something he felt was rightfully his alone.
After all, in the few days that had preceded the reading of the will, Fergus had seemed greatly disturbed by her presence.
This would be an enjoyable angsty romantic soap opera if it weren't for the fact that the heroine and hero are first cousins. By blood.
Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck.
Fergus Carrick is the hero, and if it weren't for the fact he wanted to fuck his cousin, he would make me swoon. A bearded, silver-haired Irish man is sure to get my knickers in a knot! He's expecting to inherit his uncle's estate, but is surprised when the will stipulates he must share it with his uncle's illegitimate daughter, Noelle Madox-Browne. Noelle never met her father, but falls in love with the estate straight away, and Fergus quickly afterwards. If she and Fergus don't restore it to its fully glory, the place gets sold and it all goes to Noelle. So, Fergus has reason to stick around. But what about Noelle?
I enjoyed Noelle's relationship with her great-aunt, Bridie. I enjoyed the light soap opera involving OW Suzanne and OM Patrick (although neither pose much threat.) I also enjoy these old-school romances that make the hero more enigmatic, as we do not see inside Fergus' head that much. It requires the author to show, rather than tell, that the hero is head over heels for the heroine. Today's romances give us too much insight into the hero, who is usually plagued with mommy/daddy issues or trust issues.
I would have liked this more, but it was just too hard to get past the first cousins aspect. It's incest. It's gross. It may be legal - but it's so, so gross! It kind of kills the romantic fantasy.
"Claddagh Hall is left jointly to you and young Fergus, on the condition that you both live here." The words of Noelle's late father's will surprised her. She didn't expect an inheritance, nor did she have any need for it, especially from an Irish lord she had barely known.
And it was abundantly clear that Fergus Carrick, the co-heir, would not welcome sharing something he felt was rightfully his alone.
After all, in the few days that had preceded the reading of the will, Fergus had seemed greatly disturbed by her presence.