Lady Lucinda Denbigh is a plump, statuesque woman who is constantly abused physically and mentally from her husband. He only married Lucinda for her allowance and an heir. She has yet to produce the heir, so he abuses her as he believes she is barren.However, one day, in the dead of the night, she escapes and runs away. As she is waiting for the train, a young misfortunate woman heaves her young daughter into Lucinda’s arms, asking her to watch the child while she goes to apply for a job. Soon, Lucinda finds that the woman just left, leaving the child Lucinda’s responsibility. She names the child, Sophia, and instantly falls in love with her.
She finds a home to rent , and begins to make new friends in the small town. She changes her name and is careful what she reveals about herself, so her husband doesn’t find her. Her landlord, Lord Hugo Wanstead, is fresh home after being gone for years. He has a battle wound that won’t heal and finds his solace in brandy. When he meets Lucinda, he is besotted.
Together, they create fireworks. Before long, though, Lucinda’s past catches up with her, and she is not sure if she and Hugo’s relationship will be strong enough to withstand the heat.
This is a wonderful book. Beautiful historical background with two characters who just are not perfect. It makes the story so much more real when you can relate to them. Highly recommend, and I look forward to reading more from this author.
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