One final cry…“God almighty, help us!” and suddenly her world shifted violently, until a blinding collision scattered her mind and shook her bones. Then, the pain. The freezing water. And as all sensation drifted away, a hand reached for hers, before all faded into darkness…
Now she has awakened as though from some strange, suffocating dream in a warm and welcoming room she has never seen before, and tended to by kind, unfamiliar faces. But not all has been swept away. She recalls fragments of the accident. She remembers a baby. And a ring on her finger reminds her of a lie.
But most of all, there is a secret. And in this house of strangers she can trust no one but herself to keep it.
You can always count on Julie Klassen for an escape into Regency England. She writes familiar tropes with multiple twists and complications. I always find them captivating and easy to read.
Amnesia, mistaken identity, multiple love triangles, secret marriages, what more could you want? I found the plot fun as it veered slightly off the beaten path of 1800s historical fiction. Unfortunately, I did find the characters to be slightly one-dimensional – they seemed to exist only to play their specific roles (fallen woman / wronged gentleman / lovestruck solicitor / unfaithful wife) without much depth.
A predictable finale and happy endings all around to those that deserve them. While these didn’t take away from my enjoyment of the story, it may not be to your taste if you’re looking for a deeper, more complex experience.