4.5 stars rounded up
Oh, have I been in a slump. Picking up books, putting them back down a few chapters later. Re-reading bits and pieces of old favorites. Skimming mediocre novellas. And then…this. Exactly what I was looking for. Delicious, character-driven goodness.
Ah, the intimacy. The sizzling, smoking hot chemistry. The character-driven romance between two strong, vulnerable, weak, confident, independent, needy, complex people. Yes! My kinda book.
From the opening paragraphs (called “epiphanies,”) I was completely drawn into the story. First chapter and I was already half in love with both MCs.
What I Liked
The story of how they first met
She, disguised as a lad. He, recovering from a disfiguring face wound. She was the new gardener’s assistant on the Duke of Leighton’s estate, bringing him a feverfew concoction to help him heal. A few moments of connection that neither forgot.
The relationship between Oliver and his half brother Xander Macaulay
I just ate up the brotherly love, it was so endearing and made me smile, and seeing their relationship deepen and their affection for one another develop gave me all kinds of sweet feels.
Necessity Byrne (of the Shoreditch Byrnes)
I really liked her character. She was a strong, driven woman who overcame so much and had no choice but to learn to stand on her own two feet, emotionally and financially, from a very young age. I had mad respect for what she accomplished. Yet she had a heart, didn’t allow what life handed her to mold her to be bitter, hard or cold. She was smart, irreverent and witty and someone I would definitely want as a friend.
What I Loved
Oliver Aspinwell
Talk about a complex, tortured hero with a heart of gold. Oliver’s sweet vulnerability and intensity just reached into my heart and I fell crazy in love with his character. Didn’t hurt that he was sexy AF.
I love a confident man, but really dislike arrogance. Oliver walked that fine line between the two perfectly. Ooh, he could be cocky, but damn, he wore it well!
The chemistry they shared
The desperate longing for connection.
They burned for each other.
Burned each other.
Burned the house down with their passion and intensity.
Made me burn.
Their first kiss
F*ck
It deserves its own review (and out of 5 stars, I’d give it 100)
“You are my dream, Nessie Byrne,” he whispered, slanting his head and pulling her back into the kiss. Before she could run away from him or herself. Turning, he pressed her back to the door, raising her thigh high on his hip, grinding against her. Locking them in place, her supple heat sheltering his arousal.
“I want to count the stars in your eyes while I slide inside you. Exactly as I track the ones in the sky. I want that incredible hair spilling across my sheets, my fingers twisted in the strands when I come.” Such obscene sentiments whispered in that posh, privileged accent nearly drove her over the edge.
Jasper Noble
Oh, all the little teases of Jasper Noble in previous books, and here as well… I cannot wait to read his story!
What I’m on the Fence About
The push/pull, which I realize is necessary to a degree for romantic tension, went on too long and so the story moved from delicious romantic tension, to making me want to gently bump my forehead against the wall.
Same for the antagonism, and this is just a personal preference for me. I prefer little to no antagonism in romance novels and here, it was just too much. I didn’t quite understand why.
They both had very different but terribly hurtful family losses when they were young, and so I understand the internal conflict of both desperately needing to be loved, while at the same time, being terrified by the prospect of so much vulnerability.
I felt sucker-punched by the angst, God, my heart hurt! Two people falling deeply into a love they never expected, never dreamed of, never saw coming. And both utterly lost as to how to make it work. He, Earl. She, rookery girl. He, Derbyshire country, she, London and her garden design business. Without doubt….SOULMATES. And they can’t figure out how to make it work because they’re both so overcome with intense emotions, love, lust, joy, fear, heartache, pride. But he gave her an ultimatum, she left Derbyshire, and my heart broke.
Two stubborn people who almost lost the love of a lifetime because neither would swallow their stupid, foolish pride and just talk.
He was unjustly handsome standing there, his silver-streaked hair so long it curled over his collar, grazing his shoulders, oh, those muscular shoulders of his. Her hands twitched to recall clutching them as they made love this morning, laughing because they’d tried, possibly without success, to be quiet with a full house of visitors.
As if he heard her thoughts, he stilled, glancing her way. Time slowed to the merest faint beating of their hearts. Memory swept his face, darkened his eyes to a gray, near black. He recalled where they’d been two hours ago, lost in each other. He took a step toward her, an unconscious movement, before his brother jabbed him in the ribs, bringing him back. She nodded to his game, then the window of their bedchamber. Later, my love.
My thanks to BookSirens for the eARC. All opinions are my own.