A lost identity. A dangerous mystery. And a deep love that can conquer it all.
When a mysterious gentleman arrives on his doorstep, Alexander Moreland is astonished to discover that the stranger is not a gentleman at all, but a beautiful young woman disguised as a man, and in great need of assistance. The woman remembers nothing except her own name, Sabrina, and has only the contents of her pockets as clues to her identity: a handkerchief, a pocket watch, a leather pouch, a torn scrap of paper and a gold ring.
Sabrina is certain that she is on the run from someone, or something—how else to explain the bruises on her face and the pervasive sense of dread she feels? She’s also certain that she trusts Alex to help her, and she can’t deny the sparks that fly between them. As they race through the English countryside, Sabrina and Alex must solve the mystery of Sabrina’s past—before whatever she’s running from catches up to them.
While no date is ever mentioned, this is very much a *Victorian*, not a Regency romance, with trains, other Victorian technology, Victorian fashions, and – yes – Queen Victoria. An era I love because everything was developing and changing so fast.
Dealing with that old favourite trope – “Romance Novel Amnesia” – your tolerance for a romanticised view of the condition will determine how much you enjoy this book. I was willing to overlook the unrealistic aspects of it to enjoy the characters etc.
This series is based around an eccentric aristocratic family. Again, your enjoyment will depend on how much tolerance you have for eccentricity and slightly non-historical leads and secondary characters.
There is a lot to enjoy here, and it’s nice to have more going on than the romance itself. I enjoyed the atmosphere the author created, and always enjoy a Victorian setting.
This wasn’t my favourite book I’ve ever read, but it made for a slightly different historical romance read. Candace Camp is well-established author for a reason.
Review copy provided by NetGalley.