I received an ARC of this book from Wolf Publishing. Charlie Lane has become one of my favorite authors and this book was a pure delight. Lady Sarah Hampton and Lord Xavier Flint have been at loggerheads for all of their lives. As children, Sarah was friends with Edith, Xavier’s younger sister (from Only Rakes Would Dare), and he made no secret of how little he thought of her. In fact, he was a downright brute, insulting and belittling her to no end. Unfortunately, she internalized his insults and believed them.
Meanwhile, Xavier has his own reasons for being so mean to Sarah. They’re not good ones, but he admits he did so because he hated himself and she made him aware of his own flaws. Subconsciously, he thought that pointing out her flaws would make him feel better about his own. It takes him a long time to admit to himself that he actually admires her and wants to be with her. Of course, nothing can ever be that simple, but eventually, they get there.
This is a story about two people who think they’re not worthy of love, and who believe that the other person is too good for them. Both have lost their mothers, and there’s no doubt that being motherless is deeply affecting. Each must find a way to convince the other that they are lovable and deserving of that love. I have only one complaint. Hopefully, another ARC reader pointed it out and it was fixed prior to publication, but since it was there when I read it, I’m pointing it out. In Chapter 16, Sarah talks about how she has no memories of her mother, but shortly thereafter, she says, “...Mother did often remind me of that.” I was disappointed that an obvious inconsistency like that was missed.
I always highlight my favorite parts of books and this one has many highlights. I’ll end with a few:
“She had stopped breathing the moment his nose touched her cheek, and she tried hard to start back up again, but then his lips lightly dragged along the edge of her jaw, and truly, who needed breath?”
“...putting true emotion, deep as a well and just as vital, into language felt like falling on sharp rocks.”
“...she came to him like wine into a cup, spilling easily into his every corner.”
“The moon lay in slashes on the ground, tangling in the tree branches above to cast eerie shadows everywhere.”