Hyacinth Bridgerton, the youngest of the Bridgerton family, has not attracted a young man in three years on the marriage mart. Her family connections and dowry are excellent, so that isn't the reason. Men prefer to keep their distance when Hyacinth is around because she never adheres to normal notions of propriety. She speaks her mind frankly and never hides her intelligence from the gentlemen. Men prefer Hyacinth in small doses.
Gareth St. Clair avoids his father like the plague. Ten years ago, his father finally revealed why he despised Gareth. His late wife had cuckolded him, and Gareth was not his son. Unable to disinherit Gareth, his father fritters away what little money the estate receives. Gareth will only inherit debt. When he receives his late Italian grandmother's diary from the estate, it promises to reveal secrets from the past. Unable to read Italian, Gareth accepts Hyacinth's offer to translate the diary.
Hyacinth loves a challenge, and she's bored. Translating the diary, as well as enjoying the company of the rogue Gareth, truly interests her. As they work together, Gareth struggles to keep his thinking clear when Hyacinth clearly befuddles him. Their friendship progresses into romance until Gareth's father attempts to sabotage them.
This seventh installment in the appealing Bridgerton series will delight readers. Ms. Quinn delivers a clever Regency romp filled with witty repartee, a reluctant hero and an intelligent heroine. Readers will wish this series to never end, but there's only one unmarried Bridgerton left.
Meet Our Hero...
Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father, who detests him, is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates and ruin his inheritance. Gareth's sole bequest is an old family diary, which may or may not contain the secrets of his past... and the key to his future. The problem is -- it's written in Italian, of which Gareth speaks not a word.
Meet Our Heroine...
All the ton agreed: there was no one quite like Hyacinth Bridgerton. She's fiendishly smart, devilishly outspoken, and according to Gareth, probably best in small doses. But there's something about her -- something charming and vexing -- that grabs him and won't quite let go...
Meet Poor Mr. Mozart...
Or don't. But rest assured, he's spinning in his grave when Gareth and Hyacinth cross paths at the annual -- and annually discordant -- Smythe-Smith musicale. To Hyacinth, Gareth's every word seems a dare, and she offers to translate his diary, even though her Italian is slightly less than perfect. But as they delve into the mysterious text, they discover that the answers they seek lie not in the diary, but in each other... and that there is nothing as simple -- or as complicated -- as a single, perfect kiss.
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