Blush sensuality level: This is a sweet romance (kisses only, no sexual content).
Juliet Robertson isn’t looking forward to her Christmas. In anticipation of accepting the marriage offer of a local solicitor, she’s written her friend Lord Vane to tell him their clandestine correspondence must cease.To Juliet’s combined delight and dismay, her news brings the handsome marquess to her father’s isolated farmhouse in Northumberland. Vane even rides through a horrible snowstorm to reach her. Juliet’s letters gave no clue she was considering matrimony to another, and Vane fears he’s waited too long to make his feelings known.Stranded on the farm with Juliet’s voluminous family, her hostile mother and her near fiancé, the polite and kindhearted Vane must find some way to convince Juliet they share a love that can overcome all obstacles.
Review: This was a quickie at only 47 pages but an entire historical romance story was told in that short length. There was love, romance, anticipation, family and friends. There was a happily ever after and nice closure but it would have been even better to continue the story since I have several unanswered questions that can’t be asked or I’d be giving the story away.
Juliet and her boisterous family (except her mother) was not what I expected. You could feel the love they had for each other resonate in the pages as well as in the letters she and Vane exchanged. Mr. Lambert was a dour faced man looking for a wife but not love although he definitely wanted a wife for the carnal side of marriage which he alluded to several times. He also “loved” to hear himself talk. He did not fit in with any of the Robertson family in my estimation whereas Vane did the moment he met them. Vane and Juliet had a sweet and immediate chemistry that was difficult to hide.
This was an enjoyable read. I have not read the other two books Satow has written but look forward to doing so.
Favorite Quote: Juliet had seemed lost in London’s social whirl, and always so happy and delighted to see Vane it made his head swim. She corrected him when he got things wrong but not in that exasperated tone he’d learned to expect from others. She explained things without condescension and even deferred to him as if his opinion mattered to her. She was one of the few girls who danced with a genuine enjoyment of dancing…