You don’t read much about widows in Regency romances, with the focus very much on the unmarried ingenue or her slightly older independent-minded sister, so this book is a refreshing change. Abigail Merriweather is thoroughly disapproved of by London’s high society, since she has the temerity to be a widow who doesn’t know her place, and is always getting into scrapes. Worse, her money comes from trade, courtesy of her conveniently deceased husband. And when her friend helps to introduce Abby to London ways, the most disapproving of all is the friend’s brother, the Earl of Gloucester.
This is a charming and well-written story that had me chuckling. It’s rare to find anyone who can emulate the lightness of touch and romantic tangles of Georgette Heyer, but this author can. There were a few Heyer-esque phrases that didn’t ring quite true – ‘up to the snuff’ and ‘outside of the enough’, which should be ‘up to snuff’ and ‘outside of enough’. But otherwise, I noticed few mistakes.
It’s fairly frivolous and lighthearted, and it’s also very short (and stopped at 88% on my Kindle, the remainder filled with samples of the author’s other books), but if you’re looking for a quick and amusing read in the style of Georgette Heyer, this is one to try. Four stars.