by Sabrina York
I just did not identify with Isobel Dounreay Lochlannac. And the idea that she'd give her virginity to a handsome stable lad is just not realistic for the times, although it could be argued that it's realistic for this particular headstrong, wild, young Scots woman.
Of course the stable lad is really Nick Wyeth, Viscount Stirling. Unfortunately, despite the swoon worthy description of Nick, and his devotion to Isobel who is determined not to marry an Englishman, I found him somewhat flat.
I was so over Isobel by third of the way through the novel. Sadly my sympathies for the story as a whole just didn't engage.
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