The Scottish Highlands, 1815
Lady Sybil Lacey is every inch an English woman. She’s horrified her best friend is wedding a barbarian Scot. For aren’t Scots naught but brutish, whiskey-swilling lechers? So to find herself secretly attracted to the tall and devastatingly handsome Scottish laird of Bedlay Castle is quite disconcerting…
Liam MacBride is convinced that English ladies are silly sassenachs who think of nothing but social events and clothes. So why is he intensely drawn to Lady Sybil? All they do is quarrel . . . until loathing turns into undeniable lust.
A tempestuous, fiery romance between an English lady and a Scottish laird cannot end well.
I enjoyed this story a lot. The new setting of Scotland was fabulous. I love England, especially London, but there are so many stories about gossip at parties that one can read without them all starting to merge together.
I liked both characters, Lady Sybil and Liam MacBride (that name alone is awesome). They’re both headstrong, passionate people who love bickering with each other almost as much as they’re physically attracted to each other. But… the constant stereotyping of the other as a way of warning themselves off got a bit stale by the middle. And the meddling mother was a pain in everyone’s ass, to be sure.
BUT… their chemistry definitely blinded me to a lot of the faults in the book as I read it, allowing me to enjoy myself as I went from start to end (I’d say “cover to cover,” but given I read it on my iPhone, it wouldn’t be accurate).
All in all, it was an entertaining story, that nicely shook up some of the growing monotony of London society, and makes me excited to read the next book which has the other twin also meeting another Scottish man.