This is not a book written to surprise you. That would not be a good romance novel, after all. This is a book that tells you exactly where it’s going and drags everyone along for the ride. I had forgotten how many improbable things need to happen to make a romance novel work, although I do wonder if Zac Pinsent has given the world an unreasonable idea of how easy it is for a gentleman to dress himself. As with all enjoyable regency romances, this one takes the emotions seriously and the rest of it just enough for verisimilitude. As it should be.