This historical romance novella was wild. It was so ubputdownable. Had me in an absolute chokehold.

Angsty. Bonkers. Twisty. Swoony.

185 pages (!)

Scottish brogue. A kilt. A Clue-esque house party. It started out with some Again the Magic vibes except the situation was 100x more uh oh (in a good way).

There was a trope in here that was just… wut? 😆

I was living! I didn’t read the blurb or any other reviews. And that’s how I’d say you should go into this one—totally blind.