This book was a bit of a conundrum for me.  Conundrums: Enigmatical conceits from A Classical dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue.  Each chapter in this book starts with a word and definition from that dictionary.

When I first started the book I could not get into it.  I spent the first few chapters trying to figure things out and I was having very little success.  I stopped and thought about just ending my reading at Chapter 6.  But then I started to wonder about Mariana, was she what she appeared? Could she lock away all her emotions? Did I care to find out?  Well apparently I did because I went back to reading but this time instead of trying to figure things out I just let the author take me wherever.  Once I let go and just read, I enjoyed the book so much more.

This is not an intense book.  It is a little cliché.  None of the characters are that deep or intriguing.  However for a popcorn book (enjoy it while it lasts) it was the perfect answer to a lazy Sunday afternoon.  If you want an escape and some fun without a lot of challenge, give this book a try and enjoy!

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SUMMARY

Paris, September 1824

Lord Nicholas Asquith needs his wife. Too bad he broke her heart ten years ago.

Can he resist a second chance at the love he lost?

When Mariana catches the eye of the man at the center of an assassination plot, Nick puts aside their painful past and enlists her to obtain information by any means necessary, even if it means seducing the enemy agent.

Even if the thought makes his blood boil.

Only by keeping his distance from Mariana these last ten years was he able to pretend indifference to her. With every moment spent with her, he feels his tightly held control slipping . . .

Can she trust the spy who broke her heart?

Mariana spent the last decade forgetting Nick. Now she has the chance to best him at his own game, an opportunity she can’t resist, even as her view of him begins to shift. Increasingly, she wants nothing more than to seduce her own husband . . .

It’s only a matter of time before mad passion ignites, a passion never convincingly extinguished. A passion that insists on surrendering to the yearning of the flesh and, quite possibly, of the heart.