This little histrom novella had a great premise: a marriage of convenience (literally—no consummation, he ‘continues his lifestyle’ in London while she lived in the country) between childhood sweethearts.

Him, a rake in trouble. Her, an on-the-shelf spinster who needed help. A second chance, but just as friends. What could possibly go wrong? 🥰

I particularly enjoyed how we doubled down on making him a selfish idiot. Though, our heroine was maybe too perfect in comparison.

What I didn’t enjoy was something I can’t quite explain… but, there was a too ‘on the nose’ writing style in here for me. Everything was stated a bit too plainly? A bit too modernly? I wanted more vibes, I guess? I wanted to feel a bit more unsure about how the story would go down?

Judging by other reviews, I don’t think this writing style bothered anyone else. So it might just be a me-thing.