FOUR STARS
Viola Cartwright and her eight-year-old son are new to the London scene. She is the sister of Harper Forsythe, now the Countess of Briarcliff (see Harper and Edward’s story in The Wild Lord Book 1 of this series). Harper has left the city with Edward, who really isn’t ready for society yet and doesn’t enjoy it all, leaving Viola to oversee the renovation and decorating of their house that had suffered a fire in London.
Viola and Matthew are living with Viola’s grandmother, who is a widowed baroness. Vi0la adores the busy city life; the parties, dancing, and the nightlife. Being the widow of a man who was 25 years older than she and also ended up in debtors prison, leaving her to deal with a farm that was going under, she was ready for the break. But nothing is ever that easy. While she’s enjoying the social life, rubbing shoulders with people she thinks are out of her league, there’s a jewel thief making the rounds at balls and plays, absconding with expensive baubles and heirloom pocket watches.
But she’s also being pursued by Piers Ranleigh, Viscount Dalton. I loved him. He’s a single father, adores his four-year-old daughter, is widowed, and is really a victim of bullying when he was younger by other children of the ton. His family, minus a sister, was wiped out by scarlet fever. The kids taunted and teased him about it, except Edward Northcote, the current Earl of Briarcliff. That’s worth mentioning in my opinion because Edward leaves his comfort zone to help Piers after Piers helped him in The Wild Lord. It was brief, but meaningful. Now Piers has to be “friends” with those very people who made his younger years an ever-living hell and they still think he’s cursed.
Viola refuses Piers at every turn. She doesn’t want to ever get married again and she certainly didn’t want to have anymore children. Instead, she tries to set him up with other women while a near-deaf admiral has his sights set on Viola. She doesn’t want anymore men under any circumstances and Piers won’t take no for an answer.
This book has quite a lot of angst, some feels, the agony of unrequited love, some hot scenes, and this is the first historical romance I’ve read that addresses contraception and condoms. I’m sure there are others out there, but this was a first for me.
Overall, it was a great read. But there was just one thing that I wasn’t able to get over. In several places, it is said that cattle are pulling the carriage. Cattle. Really? Cows. Bovines. Bulls. Oxen. Not horses. Cattle. I did some research to see if somehow, in all my years of reading books and attending school, I missed that horses could be called cattle. I came up with nothing. Cows and the like are cattle. Horses, mules, zebras, and the like are equines. I wasn’t able to imagine Ol’ Bessie pulling a carriage through the streets of London. Even when I tried to imagine a Highland Coo, it still didn’t work for me. It might be petty to some, but it was enough for me take away a star.