Cold, arrogant, and demanding Lord Henry Eldridge, Marquess of Riverton, would never dally with a mere servant. But when Henry is injured in a horrible fire, his pretty housekeeper Cassandra nurses him back to health, throwing them together day and night. As he slowly heals from his burns, their friendship blossoms, and the class walls between them start to crumble. Cassandra is surprised by glimpses of a kind and thoughtful man beneath her employer’s hard façade—and even more surprised when she develops tender feelings for him. But anything between lord and servant is impossible…and besides, as a widow, she knows love only leads to heartbreak.
Henry is changing, as well. His close brush with death has opened his eyes to his self-imposed emotional isolation…and has urgently reminded him of his duty to marry a well-bred lady and produce an heir. Determined to do right by his family name, he immediately begins searching for a suitable bride. But Cassandra is the only woman who is never far from his mind or his heart. Contrary to everything he’s been taught to believe, he realizes his lovely housekeeper might just be his perfect match. Now, if only he could convince everyone else of that. Especially Cassandra…
Review: It’s difficult, to take this genre and add a new twist to it, what’s more difficult? Taking a tired tale of Beauty and the Beast and making it so refreshing that the reviewer stays up into the wee hours of the morning just because she can’t book the book down.
Lily Maxon did an incredible job weaving believable characters along with an intriguing storyline that will have anyone who’s a fan of regency, jumping for joy and begging for another book.
The Marquess of Riverton wasn’t just believable as a peer of the realm, he was believable as a hero who, just didn’t pay attention to the people below him, or around him for that matter. Until he was forced to see things through someone else’s eyes, the reader can easily assume he would have married some dukes daughter, had three children, and kept a mistress on the side, because it was to be expected of him in that time. He gleamed regency arrogance, and as a reader I believed it, wholeheartedly. There was no disbelief, no time when I questioned the type of man he was or the type of man he would be, had Cassandra not come into his life.
Cassandra on the other hand, isn’t the typical guarded miss, but a house keeper who speaks her mind and is genuinely concerned for the wellbeing of not only her employer but the rest of the household, after all, if he dies, what will she do with her life? At thirty five, she’s past the marriageable age but still in her prime.
I became obsessed with the scenes between Henry and Cassandra, not because they were overly sexy sultry, or even funny–but because they were real, because I felt the tension, the emotion, I could see the difference of stations and I think thats a really hard thing for writers to do, for fear that they will cause resentment between the reader and the characters they are writing. It is a fine line to toe, but she did it beautifully, flawlessly.
What I loved, the slow build towards the relationship, you see it happening, you know it will happen, eventually, but both characters grow so much that you can’t help but want to soak up every minute of their love story, even though you know it will be an HEA in the end.
What I hated: Nothing. I devoured this story and have already recommended it to other blogs and reviewers.
It’s a fantastically woven regency romance that would make any author jealous -becuase she made it look easy, and she did it so well.