I’m not averse to anachronisms in my historicals (Alexis Hall, Lex Croucher, et al. can get away with ahistorical murder), but there is anachronistic, and then there is untethered from reality. This was the latter, and not in a fun way. The info-dumping, the choppy writing, the shallow girlboss feminism, the hypersexual internal monologues, the plentiful (and destitute) dukes,1 the chaotic plot and even more chaotic characters, all of it made me bail earlier than usual. I think Howard and I just may not vibe in our tastes or sense of humor.
ARC kindly provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Either write a working man or go the KJ Charles route (The Duke at Hazard) instead of these gymnastics just to get duke in the title? Why? ↩︎