Once upon a time, discriminating HR readers had a lot of choices in their romance-reading matter. For example, we had Judith Ivory, Laura Kinsale, a Mary Jo Putney who actually wrote good books, a Mary Balogh who didn't bore the socks off me, and more. This book is a 1998 Judith Ivory work and it stands up to the 21 years since its publication.
This is my second read. The first one was many years ago of my paperback edition. A couple of years back I snapped up the Kindle edition at a good price but never got around to reading it till now. And, yes, it's still good, IMO. What really makes this love story special is the swoony hero, Sir James Stoker. He's the sexiest beta hero ever. He's young, just barely 30 years old, but he's an accomplished explorer and academic. Just returned from an African expedition in which only he of the many Englishmen who ventured there returned home alive, he's now the darling of English society and of Queen Victoria, who has bestowed a knighthood on him with the possibility of an earldom in his future.
James's life is good. Couldn't be better. How high this son of a coachman has risen in the world. Highly respected at the university where he works, his future is assured. Then he meets 37-year-old Coco Wild. She's beautiful, sophisticated, alluring, but not accepted by the upper crust. Coco, you see, is a retired courtesan whose reputation will always cling to her. Born poor but extremely beautiful, in her youth she lived with her aunt, who worked as cook in an upper-class household.
Coco, in her very early teens, was seduced by the master of the household and became pregnant. But she's a survivor. She went off to Paris to live and raise her son. Her beauty allowed her to thrive as the mistress of a succession of wealthy men. She even married an older, distinguished gentleman who gave his name to her son. Now a widow, Coco is in England for a lengthy visit.
I guess there are readers who won't appreciate this heroine, thinking her immoral. I didn't find that to be the case. She's pragmatic. She has her own code of conduct and ethics and morals, much of which struck me as admirable. And, as stated earlier, she's a survivor. There isn't really much a woman in the 1800s could do to live on her own and raise a child, after all.
But what Coco isn't is a romantic. She's our Sleeping Beauty who has closed herself off to any possibility of love. And, of course, it's up to our handsome, charming, optimistic, gallant young hero, James, who falls for her deeply, madly, and truly, to wake her up. This is nicely written (except for a few grammar mistakes which might be typos) and is very romantic.
The story also has some intrigue and betrayal, involving James and his African expedition and some men who have a connection both to him and to Coco, to add a bit of plot tension. This is, of course, a fairy tale with a fairy-tale ending, but, really, who doesn't like that for lifting one's spirits?
Now I'm off to read all my Kindle editions of those Ivory books I read long ago.