Heir to the Duke by Jane Ashford
This one is not a typical romance novel. It may not even be a good one. But it’s for all those who dream of giving their lot the finger.

This one is not a typical romance novel. It may not even be a good one. But it’s for all those who dream of giving their lot the finger.

Beware! The heroine is indeed “innocent” – the poor dear really shouldn’t be allowed to make key decisions in her life.

Someone spelled “arses” wrong in the title.

Come undress me; I have prettied myself with a ball and chain, with a refuge in my old name…

The hero is whiny, mopey, petty, and – worst of all – bewildering. Nothing worse than a crybaby that makes no sense.

Well, I have plenty of room for this baby.

Wait, the usual “Marry me, or I will get all melodramatic about my life woes!” proposal is considered wicked now?

It’s a pretty fun story, but it can also be a bit of a disappointment.

I hope the hero get assassinated by men in toga at the mall. WHO’S THE GENIUS NOW, ASSWIPE?

No one in this English Regency-era romp has noble blood, which is nice. Even better is how they deliver a love story that can really hit the heart hard.
