I'm sad to say that I'm no longer interested in the lives of Zephyr Ponsley and Captain Bradshaw Carroway. Which is sad. Because I like their names (Zephyr: a warm, following breeze).

I neither liked nor disliked this book (although, I obviously didn't like it enough to continue reading it), hence the 3 stars. It was okay. Just okay. I had no possible chance of connecting to the characters because they were so flat a crepe has more dimension then those two. Which, again, is sad because I've read a couple of Enoch's previous novels and enjoyed them. But when you come off of reading one of the most fantastic historical-romance novels (Ten Ways to Be Adored When Landing a Lord), anything less than extraordinary right now was unacceptable.

I got bored, to put it simply. And I was more than a little surprised by how fast they decided to start kissing. One minute they're just meeting and producing some - kinda - witty banter and the next, out of the damn blue, she kisses him? I had to read the entire paragraph to make sure I had actually read what I did indeed read. Also sad: I didn't even make to sexy times before I decided to put the book down.

I don't normally like this whole abandoned-book nonsense. Usually if I stop reading a book in the middle, I either don't tell anyone what's happened (it's like having your own sexy times before you get to the *good* part), or I'll eventually pick it back up. I don't intentionally say I can't read anymore, I'm done. But it seems as though there's a first for everything after all.