This book definitely has a spot on my best ever Top 10 romance novel list. Simply put, it was just beautifully written. Poignant, heartbreaking, yet exhilarating.
We first meet Miriam as she's trying to buy boatloads of condoms. Her new project is to promote safe sex among prostitutes. While attempting to purchase the condoms, she runs into this really handsome guy with eyes as blue as the Mediterranean. He, too, is buying condoms, but Miriam wrests all of them away from him and leaves. While sorting through the condoms in her carriage, Miriam discovers, to her dismay, that the boxes do not come with instructions and she has no idea how they work, much less how she's going to educate prostitutes on the proper use of same. While despairing over her lack of knowledge, a carriage wheel breaks and guess who just happens to be around and who just HAPPENS to be able to fix it? Yup, Mr. Blue-Eyes, who says that he'll fix the wheel if he can get a ride. Miriam agrees, but adds an additional caveat: she'll give him a ride if he'll teach her ALL ABOUT using condoms...like, an actual hands on tutorial and not just a quick 2 minute explanation. Mr. Blue-Eyes is intrigued by this lady behind a veil who may or may not be really attractive...and he goes for it. Sex in a carriage. Yes. It happens. And it happens a lot in this book. Just as Mr. Blue-Eyes gets out of the carriage, he takes off Miriam's veil and there is a moment of euphoric shock as he gives her one last, lingering kiss before leaving.
Yeah. Can you blame me for not being able to put this book down? Seriously.
Mr. Blue-Eyes (who Lily refers to as Max) just can't stay away from Miriam (who he refers to as Lily), and basically follows her everywhere until she agrees to let him tag along. They become lovers as Lily discovers her long dormant sexuality, which was repressed by an evil and abusive (dead) husband who was, frankly, a sociopath. We learn that the two lovers met as children who shared their first kiss and were separated until that fateful condom purchasing spree. Max, it turns out, was actually Lily's husband's purported friend, confidante, and roommate. Lily tells Max that she hates all men of her husband's station because of their ability to "get away" with crimes, especially those committed against their wives. Upon hearing this, Max is afraid to reveal his true identity in fear that Lily will shun him (despite his dislike for Lily's husband). You see, he's been in love with her since their first kiss but wasn't allowed to marry her because he wasn't rich enough. He is constantly reminded of her hatred for these "men" who left her to suffer under her husband's abuse, and because of that hatred, Max feels that he has to prove himself to her in order to strengthen their bond and gain her love. Elsa Holland aptly describes this constant struggle, writing, "That cord he'd always felt connected them was now as fragile as a spider thread floating in the breeze."
You can guess where this story goes, but it's so much more complicated and layered than the average historical romance. The writing is beautiful and lush, and I don't think I've read anything comparable these past couple of months. Ultimately, Max realizes that he, too, is to blame for Lily's suffering, even though there really wasn't much he could do to stop it (I mean, the guy tried to marry her and tried to stop her wedding, and was basically kept out of the wedding by her brother's henchmen for crying out loud!). Nevertheless, he takes responsibility, and admits that "She had every right to reject him. Even if she didn't realize she rejected him for not being there for her. That was the real sin." Not only does Lily have to come to grips and overcome the abuse she was subjected to, but she also has to acknowledge the underlying anger at Max for his failure (or rather, inability) to help her.
Ugh. So good. I loved this story. Can you tell? I think it's safe to say I give it a resounding 5 stars. Sigh. This sure was one good love story.