This must be one of the best romance I've read this year.

Mr. Selby is not a Mr.
The marquess of Pembroke, Alistair de Lacey, is not new to male attractions.
And thus it begins.

Don't you even think it's a fluffy one, it is not, and most importantly, Mr. Selby/Robin/Miss C.C. does not turn herself into a Cinderella, as you'll see in the last few pages (my feelings...). It deals with being men and women there and then, to be accepted for who one is, to make sense of one's priorities. And then it's also sexy. AND THE BANTER!! Seriously! Laugh out loud in the middle of the night kind of banter

I just felt Mr.Selby/Robin/Miss CC might have been the slightest bit less concerned about everyone else but herself, still loved it.