"a gentle tale of real love and beauty"
Lynsay Sands is back with another wonderfully, charming
historical romance, with a less than perfect heroine and
hero. And I so enjoyed this one. Lady Clarissa Cambray
has problems. Take her glasses away from her and all sort
of accidents occur. As one condemned to wear reading
glasses myself, and panics when I take them off and cannot
find my glasses because I need my glasses to find them, I
totally understand, as I think readers will. I also fall,
trip and crash, so this heroine is dear to my heart. Her
trouble comes because she has a wicked stepmother who
refuses to let her wear her glass in public. Without the
glasses mishaps take place around her. So the hope of
Clarissa ever finding a suitor dims with each bumbling
accident. But ah, there is a lad for every lass in Romance, so enters
Adrian, Earl Montfort. He has shunned the ton since the
war left his handsome face scarred. He sees Clarissa's
vision problems as a blessing to him. If she cannot see
well, just hide her glasses and she won't see the outer
man, but come to love the inner one. Through Clarissa's
love, Adrian learns that his real scars are on his heart,
and this lovely, gentle lady holds the magical ability to
heal them. Both learn through love each are beautiful. Highly
recommended. A nifty little suspense threat woven in to
keep things lively. Sands proves once again that she has the deft touch to
bring such heart-stealing characters to life.
Reviewed by DeborahAnne MacGillivray
Posted October 11, 2006
SummaryHe's been warned that Lady Clarissa Crambray is dangerous.
Stomping on toes and burning piffles, the chestnut-haired
beauty is clearly a force with which to be reckoned. But for
Adrian Montfort, Earl of Mowbray, this is just the challenge
he needs. He can handle one woman and her "unfortunate
past." Can any woman handle him?
Lady Clarissa Crambray wants a husband, but maybe not as
much as her stepmother wants one for her. Doffing her
spectacles might make a girl prettier, but how will she see?
Yet, as all other suitors seem to shy away in terror, there
comes a man to lead her to the dance floor. A dark, handsome
blur of a man.
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