This is a great book to read if you want to see just how far Suzanne Enoch has come as a writer. She's fabulous now, and it's easy to tell that this is one of her earlier works.
The writing itself is eh, and the historical accuracy is ... wanting. The hero and heroine spend most of the book living together in the same house, without much in the way of scandal. Rafe is all right, and Felicity for the most part is okay, although she does have REALLY annoying moments where she'll ask him about his travels and then flip out when he says something complimentary, and be like, WHY DON'T YOU JUST ADMIT THAT THIS PLACE IS BORING AND YOU HATE IT HERE AND EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE. And that gets old really, really fast. She's basically one of those country misses that seems to hate the rest of the world because she's terrified that it's grander than the surroundings she's known all her life.
Little May, her 8yo sister, though, steals the story. She's a delight.