Susan Marlow had always loved Greenwood Manor and its mistress, her aunt, Lady Agatha Gordon. But when Susan returned to the mansion, all seemed changed. There was a man at Greenwood now, a figure of mystery and dark and devious purpose...and a lover whom Susan was helpless to resist as he took her, trembling, into his arms....
This book featured a boisterous Great Dane named Earl. Earl was awesome.
...Unfortunately, everything else sucked. The writing (including the same repetitive costume porn filler as every other Huff novel) sucked. The plot (what little there was) sucked. The heroine (a flip-flopping, inconsistent, whingy moo) sucked. The hero (a sack of useless, blustering, alpha-for-no-reason incompetence) sucked. The villains (predictable & Scooby-Doo to the max) sucked. The conflict (some moldering manuscript by a blatant Richard Burton knockoff) sucked. The setting...well, okay, the setting wasn't too bad. But it was described so flatly that it had no life whatsoever, which sucks by proxy.
BLARGH.
Never again. This is my final Huff novel, & I couldn't be happier to part ways.
I have attempted to read this three times. I literally can't make it through more than five chapters. Tedious, repetitive writing and a heroine who changes her mind every two pages. Hard pass.