I took this book with me on a university band trip to Ireland thinking that it would make for a decent throwaway book to keep me entertained during the flight and the interminable waits at the terminals. It performed admirably in that task, but did not exceed expectations. In other words, I left it in my hotel to make room for new book acquisitions on the flight back.
Despite being unable to convince me to take it home with me, the book was actually not bad and it had the intriguing bonus of being set in Delaware around the colonial era. Perhaps this would not be as intriguing if I hadn't lived in Delaware for the past twenty one years, but it was a great selling point for me. Even if I hadn't been trapped in an airport (and finally an airplane) I would have finished the book just to see how the author chose to portray New Castle, Delaware.
The story itself may or may not have been standard for colonial-era romances. I'm more of a Regency girl, so this was a bit out of my comfort zone, but the story seemed fairly straightforward to me, combining modern sheikh romances with Regency ones. From the sheikh romances it borrows the matter of children and which parent ought to have custody (trust me, this is a common theme in such books). The inclusion of children didn't really make it any more enjoyable for me, but at least they didn't have too much of a speaking part. From the Regencies it borrows the matter of fidelity and what is considered proper by society.
It bends genres a bit by covering an impressive period of time, but otherwise it's a pretty predictable tale of a woman who gets herself in over her head and someone (male) who is competent and aloof solves her problem for her while they fall in love. There are a few marriages, and more than one is that of the heroine if I recall correctly, so that's something new and different, though not unexpected given how many years the book spans.
Because I fell asleep on the plane I found myself reading it in the hotel room, when I probably should have been sleeping off my jet lag, so let that serve as my final word: I read it even when I didn't have to and didn't count it a hardship to do so.