When Olivia Bevelstoke is told that her new neighbor may have killed his fiancée, she doesn't believe it for a second, but, still, how can she help spying on him, just to be sure? So she stakes out a spot near her bedroom window, cleverly concealed by curtains, watches, and waits . . . and discovers a most intriguing man, who is definitely up to something. Sir Harry Valentine works for the boring branch of the War Office, translating documents vital to national security.
He's not a spy, but he's had all the training, and when a gorgeous blonde begins to watch him from her window, he is instantly suspicious. But just when he decides that she's nothing more than an annoyingly nosy debutante, he discovers that she might be engaged to a foreign prince, who might be plotting against England. And when Harry is roped into spying on Olivia, he discovers that he might be falling for her himself . . .
©2009 Julie Cotler Pottinger; (P)2009 HarperCollins Publishers
did not detract but not a favorite
the escape from captivity . . . too long and drawn out to be believable
when I read the reviews I thought it would be light and fun and it was neither
This story is not a story. There's nothing there. It's kind of a Victorian bodice ripper that makes fun of a ghothic bodice ripper, set in the very boring life of an insipid Victorian bimbo. I'm sorry I stuck it out until the end. The reader does what she can but her style dragged this ordeal even more.
I don't understand the high reviews at all.
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