Not gonna lie—I laughed a little when I saw this in the
library. Mainly because, with the cover and the summary, this was very clearly
a romance book:
Smart, ambitious, and career driven, Bronte Talbot started following British royalty in the gossip mags only to annoy her intellectual father. But her fascination has turned into a not-so-secret guilty pleasure. When she starts dating a charming British doctoral student, she teases him unmercifully about the latest scandals of his royal countrymen, only to find out—to her horror!!—that she’s been having a fling with the nineteenth Duke of Northrop, and now he wants to make her…a duchess?
In spite of her frivolous passion for all things royal, Bronte isn’t all sure she wants the reality. Is becoming royalty every American woman’s secret dream, or is it a nightmare of disapproving dowagers, paparazzi, stiff-upper-lip tea parties, and over-the-top hats?
Nothing against romance, of course. I like it a lot, and it
can be entertaining and if you find the right authors it can be written very
well. But, like most romance books, I expected it to have some nsfw scenes—and
I was right, by the way, so if you don’t like reading about two people having
sex I’d just skip this one right off the bat. Normally Mrs. V doesn’t get books
with such, um, steamy content, but
every now and then a book or two slips through the cracks—I’ve counted about
five or six paperback and hardback books in the library that belong in the
Romance section of Barnes & Noble, and it’s a little funny to me.
For a romance and a book in general, though, this book
doesn’t really come up to scratch. I wasn’t expecting much beyond the cliché
storyline, but I did expect a fluffy and enjoyable read.
Unfortunately, this book didn’t
even match up to that. A lot of
people scorn romance books for being nothing but fluff and pointless sex, but
I’ve read honestly good romance books and series that have strong engaging
plots and characters as well as believable romances. I didn’t expect this to be
a masterpiece, but what I got was disappointing.
First sticking point for me: the main character. I really,
really disliked Bronte at the beginning, mainly because she is a moron. It’s
not even mentioned in the summary, but at the beginning of the book she starts
going out with some dude from Texas who everyone
warns her against, but she falls head over heels in love with him for no
discernible reason and actually ends up moving to Chicago to be with him. To no
one’s surprise, they break up, which is supposed to be her background for her
initial resistance of a steady relationship with her duke. Unfortunately, her
paper-thin character doesn’t really hold up to this, and the conflict surrounding
her once-burned past is quickly discarded.
In fact, I think that’s my main issue with this entire book:
the entire plot consists of meaningless conflicts that don’t get me invested or raise the stakes in
the story, and are quickly discarded within a few chapters for the next meaningless hurdle the couple has to jump over to Be Together Forever. It was only
slightly interesting in the beginning when Bronte actually followed through
with her personality of not committing to anyone, but only just barely. After
that, every ‘conflict’ the couple encountered felt like an excuse to drag the
book on longer. The dowager issue, the paparazzi…nothing really held up, and it
bored me to tears.
Honestly I’d just skip this book. There are better
oh-I’m-dating-a-royal stories, and better romances, in the library to look at. I give it a two out of ten.
Tl;dr: Lackluster
plot, paper-thin characters, and little real conflict made this book as boring
as tar. I’d take a pass.






