Despite early fandom, I’d stopped pre-ordering HRs by Grace Burrowes some time ago, but the blurb for her latest release, Miss Delectable sufficiently attracted me - mainly because of the mention that the heroine was an assistant cook, rather than a renegade heiress, shy debutante etc etc - that I once again paid over my money in advance. I don’t regret the decision. While Miss Delectable won’t be archived as one of my favourite HRs of all time, it’s one of the best Burrowes titles I’ve read in a while. It has certainly re-ignited my respect for her capacity to turn out a delicious morsel of a romance.
I have read no previous titles which tell the love tales of various characters who (presumably) re-appear in Miss Delectable, but that in no way seemed to matter. From various asides, it appears that the heroine of this story, Miss Ann Pearson - and the hero, Colonel Sir Orion Goddard - have also featured in previous titles, but my lack of knowledge of what part they played in those stories also proved immaterial.
I enjoyed Miss Delectable for a number of reasons. The heroine was strong, even when insecure, talented, ambitious, clever, kind and loving. She was also lonely. The hero was courageous, clever, open-hearted, fiercely loyal and loving. Despite having a legion of people who he cared for and who loved him, he was also lonely. The love affair between these two souls surprised them with its intensity, its physicality and how it made each of them feel nurtured and SAFE - and I appreciated that the romance delivered on all those levels.
The huge supporting cast also added richness to the story - including Otter and Hannah, but also Henry and Tante Louise and Orion’s faithful cousins. Even Melisande and her husband were deftly drawn, providing some relief to an otherwise somewhat unrealistically perfectly behaved series of characters (with the exception of the dreaded, lying, manipulative and cruel head chef).
The “mystery” in this story was one of only three quibbles. Its resolution was abrupt, which wasn’t a problem. However, the reasons for the aftermath having lasted so many years, and causing so much hell for Orion, stretched credulity to the limits.
The other two quibbles were food related? Blueberry crepes? They sure sounded delicious, but mention of these American imports in a story set in England in the first half of the 19th Century struck a false note with me. Thinking I might be wrong, I Googled “blueberries” and found reference to their introduction to England in 1952. The second reference was to pots of spices growing outside in Ann’s garden. I’d be mightily surprised if she was managing, in that era, to grow spices outside in England’s climate. Herbs yes, but spices? I’m happy to be proved wrong on both counts, as Burrowes is a seasoned performer in HR land. And, in any event, my reservations about both of these foodie issues were momentary interruptions in what was, for the most part, an enjoyable read.