Lady Rosanne Mallory leaves London for an arranged marriage in the colonies, but when she arrives in Boston she falls in love with her fiance's nephew, Brant Layton
Jillian Hunter is the bestselling author of over twenty historical romances. She lives with her husband, three daughters, a pug and a poodle in Southern California. She loves anyone who can make her laugh, which means she is in love with Mike Myers and Tyler Perry.
❌ I booed and hissed! If by "splendor" they mean "stupid" then yes. By 50% I was rooting for both of these whiny immature idiots to die. Most unfortunately, they lived.
The plot that takes 35 chapters and 376 agonizing pages to relate:
Brant: I love her! Or do I? Roseanne: He loves me! Or does he? Brant: She hates me! Roseanne: I love him! He hates me! Brant: You hate me. Roseanne: You hate ME. Let's have sex. Me: I hate both of you, the sex isn't good, and the title of this book makes no sense whatsoever.
This book's "If You Think This Is Romantic, Seek Help" line winner: "And even now, as he confronted her with his exploding anger, grabbing her arm and roughly marching her toward the stables, she loved him." 🤬
There are more offensive internal thoughts that I will not repeat.