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.
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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