The Earl of Pensby lost his wife in a fire, one that left him scarred in more ways than one. He’s surly, brooding, and according to half the ton, a monster. Except to Agatha Trumwell, she sees so much more than his scars. But with a pitiful dowry, unfavorable looks, and a tendency to speak her mind, she has nothing to commend her, or so she believes.
Can these two lonely souls find love amid the gossiping beau monde while someone plots to tear their fragile world apart?
I was so looking forward to this book. I love beauty and the beast, married couples, bluestockings. I was thrilled. Those aspects of the book were very good. She is a scientist. Very cool. Here was I disliked. Even through the heroine was forthright, there were dumb misunderstandings of intention. The mystery was very very easy to solve. This is not a big deal because I didn’t buy the book for the mystery anyway but it was so easy and took up too much space that could have been used for more time between the couple. The secondary romance while good was rushed. I would have liked a fuller bloom here. And most of all the hero was twit about his burns. This doesn’t mean I don’t think your self esteemed would be fragile I do but … even after hot kisses… anyway.What I hated, which is why I am bothering to write this review, is that the villain was a scorned, crazed best female friend of the hero’s dead wife. She was a lesbian, full of unrequited love, rage, and crazy. I really hate the deranged homosexual villain. Enough. Its a vile stereotype. It ruined the book for me. It might not for you.(2 / 5)