*Book source ~ NetGalley
Mary Smith’s asshat half-brother sells her (and her virginity) in a seamy pub, but lucky for her Alasdair Thornham is there to save her from a nauseating fate. But is the marquess any better than the rabble who would have bought her? Damsel in distress meet wounded hero.
For the most part this is a decent tale of rescuing the damsel who, while not a totally strong heroine, is not simpering either. Mary has an interesting background as does Alasdair, but what could have been a heart-wrenching story turns out to be only so-so. Alasdair’s addiction recovery is totally unbelievable. In fact, it’s absurd. I do like the fact he’s an addict because who likes a perfect hero? But his addiction should have been handled a little more realistically. In addition, the characters do a few really stupid things. I wanted to bang their heads together like the Three Stooges. So frustrating. Finally, there wasn’t a lot of back story on the so-called villains of this piece and they were disposed of a little too easily. All-in-all, not a horribly written historical romance, but one that could have been so much better with a bit of work.