by Annie Burrows
Feisty vicar's daughter meets old childhood chum ... and things just couldn't go any more awry. Complicated truths need complicated excuses to bring things around--or not!
Robert Walmer, the Marquess of Rawcliffe meets the quick tempered Clare Cottam, the woman he's always loved, by happenstance in an inn. Clare, in badly dyed mourning clothes, is off to be a noble woman's companion after the death of her father. And now here she is, confronted by her nemesis, desperately hiding her secret love for him. No wonder she hauls off and punches him. Rawcliffe takes the opportunity to declare that they must we'd to avoid a public scandal. Right from their wedding night it seems that these two are more attuned than was thought. In fact their bedroom antics do take up rather a lot of space in the novel. But there are other happenings afoot including the death of one of Rawcliffe 's friends. And it seems Clare might be the key to unlocking that mystery.
The ending has us poised on the edges of the cliff. That's a problem for me as a reader. I would like some resolution of the problem. Despite this I enjoyed the Rawcliffe and Clare's story. I am looking forward to the next in this series.
A NetGalley ARC