Let's call a spade a spade here, folks; that cover is straight up tragic. What is he doing? What is he wearing? Why did the art department take Zach Morris and Glamor Shot him into a boudoir? So many questions.

Good news? Does not reflect the story.

There are historical romance fans who cannot with Rodale's gossip infused world, and I get that. They like historical accuracy, and I don't really care that much. I mean, let's not go overboard and have the House of Lords admit women or someone use a cell phone or have a functioning NHS, but a bit of flexible whimsy I'm here for. I've been largely enchanted by this series and if you have been as well, then make sure to pick up its conclusion.

Minor note: I would hesitate to call this a stand-alone. The other ones more are, but this acts in so much tandem with stories of James' sisters, that to not have any context may be disorienting.