Oh, this book. I haven’t read a book that made me feel this happy in a long time. I just want to hug my imaginary characters. It’s pretty much the perfect antithesis of Bollywood Bride. The entire story is about the characters communicating. And a sensible heroine to boot?! So completely here for it.
This is book four in the Survivor’s Club series about survivors of the Napoleonic Wars. This time we have Flavian (yes, his name is ridiculous and he knows it) a hoity toity viscount and widow Agnes a sweet, unassuming “nobody”. They meet in book two of the series, but here is where their story takes off. There’s light drama do to class differences and past trauma, but overall it’s a very gentle story.
I’m always much better at reviewing the ones that anger me. When I love them I just want to say “read it, read it, READ IT!” I love character communication. That’s the whole point of romance to me. Also, a heroine who knows who she is, sensible and practical is my lady catnip. Probably because they’re more relatable for me.
“She hated situations in which people did not talk out their differences.”
“Anyway, he thought as he made his way closer to home, if this week of his marriage had taught him anything, it was that openness and truth between partners were necessary if the marriage was to have a chance of bringing them any sort of happiness”
Sigh. All I want from a book right there. So if either of these sentences appeal to you I highly recommend this one. It’s now on my short list of favorite romances, and the perfect palate cleanser after an extremely angry book.