This book is a fucking delight.
I could leave the review there, but since it's a romance novel, I am contractually obligated to talk about how--in between the sex and the scoundrelry--Charles is deeply interested in the question of wealth, class, power, and the struggle to have enough of what you need. It's really interesting because it's an update of the era's own obsession with the idea of the gentleman. Is it about birth or character? The movement towards character as the defining feature is deeply Victorian. And Charles calls into question what counts as character; what is it that we value in a person.
Also I am EMBARRASSED at how long it took me to get the jokes in the names.