Monday, November 5, 2012

This Letter Says He Loves Me

Love Letters From a Duke by Elizabeth Boyle

Summary: Though she can’t afford the coal to heat her drafty Mayfair mansion, Felicity Langley still clings to her dream of marrying a duke--one she’s had since her very first curtsy. After all, she’s been all but promised to the very proper and very lofty Duke of Hollindrake for the last four years. Now all she has to do is meet him. But what Felicity doesn’t realize is that she has already met her duke—he’s the rather unfashionable yet altogether too-handsome man who has just turned up at her doorstep. And Felicity has just mistaken him…for her new footman!
By rights, Thatcher should immediately set this presumptuous chit straight and tell her he has no intention of following through with a betrothal his grandfather—the previous duke—arranged. But he’s quickly smitten by Felicity’s delightful determination, her irrepressible charm…and her breathtaking beauty. Yes, she’d wed him in an instant were his true identity revealed—but Thatcher’s vowed to marry only for love. So begins his deception and his conquest of this uncommon woman who doesn’t believe in romance, but is about to find her heart and passions set aflame by the unlikely servant she’s sworn to resist.
Review: A historical romance with a silly plot and absurd characters. 
I read this book for a book challenge solely because it had a carriage on the front. I know it's the third in the series and I know that I missed some things by not reading the first two books, but this book does a good enough job of standing on its own. I might read the first two in the series eventually since I am interested in events this book mentions. The plot, ah the plot. It's silly and so very hard to get past. 
I can certainly believe that Felicity believed she was engaged to the Duke and that Thatcher was coming to break it off, but wouldn't Felicity have started to wonder where the Duke was or why he never came to visit her? What made her think Thatcher was such a great match in the first place? And why did Thatcher come to cry off in such a manner and why didn't he actually bother to tell her he was the duke she thought she was engaged to? So many questions for such a silly plot. I did like Felicity for the most part. She had a kind heart and was concerned with the well being of her sisters.


I would recommend this book to those that enjoy historical romances with mistaken identities. 

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