![]() But Fitz loves another, and is loved in return. She doesn’t expect much from a marriage of convenience – she hasn’t been raised as such – but the minute she sets eyes on nineteen-year-old Fitzhugh, she falls in love. On the one hand, we have Millicent Graves in 1888, daughter of a tinned sardine magnate, raised to become an aristocratic wife and sold at the age of sixteen to fix Fitz’s decrepit estate, Henley Park. Thomas’ trademark chronological volleying to great emotional effect. Give me quality over quantity, any day, and the second book in the Fitzhugh series again employs Ms. Ravishing the Heiress, you see, is actually a short book, and I’m cool with that. But bloody Helena and Hastings almost ruined it, and I really don’t mean in a good way. Well, she does, and I love Millie and Fitz. I haven’t read the first book in the series, but I don’t need to – it’s Sherry Thomas, and I trust that she’s going to tell a damn good story. ![]() When I opened this book, I fully expected it to be unequivocally wonderful. ![]()
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