Synopsis
In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and breathtaking, that one knows one’s life will never be the same. For Michael Stirling, London’s most infamous rake, that moment came the first time he laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton.
After a lifetime of chasing women, of smiling slyly as they chased him, of allowing himself to be caught but never permitting his heart to become engaged, he took one look at Francesca Bridgerton and fell so fast and hard into love it was a wonder he managed to remain standing. Unfortunately for Michael, however, Francesca’s surname was to remain Bridgerton for only a mere thirty-six hours longer—the occasion of their meeting was, lamentably, a supper celebrating her imminent wedding to his cousin.
But that was then… Now Michael is the earl and Francesca is free, but still, she thinks of him as nothing other than her dear friend and confidant. Michael dares not speak to her of his love… until one dangerous night, when she steps innocently into his arms, and passion proves stronger than even the most wicked of secrets…
Thoughts
Book six was yet another good read from the Bridgertons series. This one did feel slightly heavy and slow at times. Poor Michael was a proper gentleman despite the fact that Francesca had been married to his cousin. Once she had been widowed, Michael was extremely patient with Francesca, who was frustrating at times. I did relate to and empathize with Francesca due to her fertility struggles and transition from wife to widow. While it took a bit for this slow burn romance to get started, it was enjoyable.
I wish the ending was less rushed. Even the epilogue didn’t quite quench my thirst for a more descript happily ever after. But, all in all, this was a great story.
Quote
“No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.”