This was the first Judith McNaught romance I read. I’m glad I did not stop with this one. Every now and then a great author gets a story wrong. In my opinion, this is one of those.
I found the story engaging...set in the Regency era, it’s the story of two young daughters of an Irish American doctor and his wife who was from British aristocracy (though the daughters don't know it). When their parents die, the girls are taken to England, each given to a different relative (because the two relatives don’t get along). The oldest daughter, Victoria, has been in love with Andrew, the prominent son of a wealthy New York family, her whole life. Andrew has loved her, too, and taught her to hunt, fish, shoot and ride. He vows to wed her when she’s of age and the reader believes it. He’s a good guy and Victoria loves and trusts him. But when she is shipped to England, he’s away on a trip to Europe. And his mother, a real shrew, doesn’t want him to marry her, thinking Victoria is beneath him as a daughter of a poor physician. Little does she know as Victoria is a countess in her own right.
Meanwhile, in England there’s a conspiracy to marry her to her cousin, Jason Fielding, the bastard son of an elderly English duke who was once in love with Victoria’s mother. And Andrew’s mother sends Victoria a message saying Andrew has married another. (As an aside, I found it unlikely that Victoria would believe anything Andrew’s mother told her, given her disdain the idea of Victoria marrying her son. Certainly Victoria would not believe bad news from that woman concerning Andrew, yet she did. Poor Andrew; stupid Victoria. My heart went out to him, the man Victoria had known “all her life” who had loved her for years. Both would pay for it.)
So, Victoria is persuaded to marry arrogant, cruel Jason. (Frankly I was pulling for the Marquis de Salle at that point. At least he cared for her and was a kind man.)
The story was fast paced and intriguing for the most part, but had many problems: Jason, the ostensible hero, is less appealing than Andrew whose love never failed Victoria. To make a secondary character more compelling that the main guy is a mistake. I kept wanting her to end up with Andrew. If the author was trying to say Jason was better for her, she didn't convince me. And then there was Jason’s wedding night rape (that is what is was if you read the description, and it offended me), his trying to pay for her affections with jewelry as if she was one of his whores, and his continuing to sleep with his mistress after marrying Victoria (he was a cheater).
Who could ever love a guy like that?
Jason was a cad...a mean cad. I kept wanting Victoria to just throw him over. I don’t care if he had a difficult childhood or that he was sexy. So what? And when he later tells Victoria he loved her when he married her, it just didn’t ring true as his actions said otherwise. Jason’s consistently arrogant, surly behavior was too much for me. His big turnabout at the end was anticlimactic.
Though I loved her spirit, Victoria was a bit too nice for me as well. And everyone’s trying to justify the deceit perpetrated on Victoria in the name of matching her with the guy they thought best was just revolting. The old duke, Charles, was really disappointing. For the sake of his own desires for a grandchild from the daughter of the woman he loved and sent away, he compromised Victoria’s happiness.
It was a good story gone bad and from a great author. Others by her are better.










