The heroine is an ex-mistress, but hold on to your horses. She’s that kind of ex-mistress.

It’s always depressing when characters different from the usual archetypes are trapped in a story determined to be as formulaic as possible.

If the heroine had been allowed to walk the walk, this sweet and heartfelt love story would be better, maybe even a keeper. Ah, what could have been.

Ooh! Intelligent, sensible good people with chemistry and passion. Do you have any idea how hard it can be to find such a story?

Could this be? A book by Julia Justiss without flesh-rending melodramatic displays of self flagellation?