On the one hand, this was a fun road trip historical romance novella between our heroine and the guy who was supposed to be driving her to her wedding—to another guy. Oops 😆 She was an American heiress Bluestocking. He was equal parts wanting to protect her and wanting to eff her brains out. Also he was super brawny. So much one bed trope.

On the other hand, it all felt a bit rushed. I wish their class difference had played more of a role in the story (any class difference drama was pushed to the side). And if it had been longer, then maybe their (fairly complex) personalities and backstories could have been more show, less tell.