An American miss with a mind of her own, Gillian Prescott was miserable in England, homesick, and heartsick at her father's admonition to find a proper English gentleman to marry. The earl of Wrexham was a model of stoic British composure, and handsome as well. He was also in dire financial straits and quite ripe for the plucking, so she was told.
The earl, however, could not be bought anymore than Gillian would agree to her father's most inconvenient match. Soon, though, events conspired to convince her that the fastest way to return to her beloved Virginia was to marry the man and produce an heir. But of course, things rarely work out so conveniently. . . .
While not unpleasant to read, it is an uninspired take on a common theme. Most regency romances tend to be formulaic, but as another reviewer noted, this book borrows *heavily* from Heyer’s A Civil Contract. Funnily enough, A Civil Contract is not your typical romance novel. Heyer’s H learns to love the plain h and the two find contentment in marriage, but the H never falls in love with her. The author here has taken the main storyline and tweaked it more in line with convention - the h is rendered more traditionally attractive, the story concludes with the usual declaration of love between h/H. Since few can live up to Heyer, if you have to choose, read the original.
This might have been closer to 3 stars except towards the end I was screaming at the book: it was a total rip-off of Georgette Heyer's A Civil Contract. I hate that ... it wasn't even subtle.