England’s “vampire craze” causes much vexation for the Lord Vampire of London, Ian Ashton. To save his reputation, Ian enlists aspiring authoress Angelica Winthrop without realizing she has hidden plans of her own.
Angelica Winthrop’s life goal is to ruin her reputation, avoid marriage, and become a gothic authoress like her idol, Mary Shelley. To find inspiration for her new story, she breaks into the home of Ian Ashton, Duke of Burnrath, not knowing she will be coming up against the Lord Vampire of London. Romance sparks and reputations are at stake. But who knows the real difference between fact and fiction?
My first thought: Vampires in Victorian England? WHERE THE FUCK DO I SIGN UP?
Then I read more than three pages… (It’s a this point while playing Ginny Gepordy that the answer “a lot” comes up on the screen. And if you buzzed in with “What is ‘how many times am I going to hear that this week?'” then you were right!!)
I still liked this book. I mean the transformations that Angelica goes through are just fantastic. I really liked her. A lot. Especially the fast set, chain smoking, ink all over her fingers while *spoiler alert* Angelica.
Ian and his second in command were also high on my list of pluses for this story. Tough guy vampires with tender sides who are either excellent leading men, or setting things up for their own story. And boy can I not wait for that story. (Oh and the Duke of Cornwall or Lord or… whatever, the other vampire noble.)
But… I wasn’t inspired to be overly dramatic like I normally am when I read historical romance. (Normally any little real life happening will give me the vapors, cause me to cry, or just faint dead away.) It was still good. I still had the sense I was there, but it fell short of my incredibly high standards for the historical.
So there you have it. A great paranormal piece of fiction, but lacking the oompf of the historical stories I normally love.