When her life is threatened, Lady Mirthton is forced to search for an elusive wooden shoe with her father's dying words as her only clue, and she proposes to unsuspecting war hero Marcus Forester in order to gain his assistance. Original.
Clean, traditional Regency with a dashing hero in determined pursuit of an oddball heroine (who is a self-proclaimed non-beauty with a "ball on the end of her nose" and two front teeth that look like "drunken prizefighters"). Basically, I love the two main characters. The heroine is sweet and spunky, and the hero sees her worth where others do not.
There is a mystery subplot that is well done. Heroine is trying to figure out what her father was saying about some sort of list while he was on his deathbed, on which he also confessed to being a spy for the French. Of course, madcap heroine feels there's nowhere left to turn, so she boldly approaches the hero (whom she doesn't necessarily think will agree, but honestly...where else will she go?). Shockingly enough, war hero earl agrees to what promises to be a lively diversion from the dull Season and its matchmaking mamas.
Love love love this book! I cannot recommend it more highly to those who enjoy traditional Regencies.
Note: This is a traditional Regency, which means it's "squeaky clean" (i.e., no sexytimes!). There's a sorta sexytimes scene in the epilogue, but it doesn't use any raunchy or explicit language.
I should have known by the title that this was going to be one of the awful, jokey Regencies that I dislike so much. It started off OK, but deteriorated rapidly into farce. Marcus Forester, Earl of Clairmont, was quite a nice hero, but Lady Merrily Mirthton was ridiculous, silly & too naive to be believed. Those stupid knees of hers should never have been mentioned, & as for them knocking on Marc's ribs while he was "buried to the hilt", I wouldn't have been able to continue if it hadn't been the last couple of pages. The author had her titles incorrect throughout &, until I worked out what was going on, I kept thinking Merrily & Lady Samantha Peters must have been widows rather than debutantes. Ghastly!
In spite of her name, Lady Mirthton has the megrims. It is humiliating enough that her father has confessed to being a spy for the French - and a not very successful one at that. But his dying words to her are deucedly something about a list, which is hidden at "the sign of the sabot." Now, with someone threatening her life, Lady Mirthton must embark on a hunt for this mysterious wooden shoe. But how on earth will help her find it?
Enter war hero Marcus Forester, the Earl of Clairmont - and the most uncatchable catch of the Season. But one glance into Lady Mirthton's emerald eyes, and accept her proposal he does...only to find himself shot at, stabbed and almost sent to his reward in a furious search that extends the very length and breadth of England. What a difficult way to woo a lady! Yet deliver Lady Mirthton from danger Clairmont will. And from there, it's straight to the altar!
One of my favorites! This is a fluffy little book that can be read in a few hours, but it is SO MUCH FUN! I love a good clean regency book, and this one fits the bill beautifully. Characters are charming, dialogue is clever, and the sparks are great! When I think of books that define the modern regency genre, this is one that comes to mind. I think I have read it five or more times.
I could do without the sex scene at the end, though.