Surprise, surprise. Another Julia Quinn review. 
 At this point, I'm pretty sure that I've read all her books and I'm going to keep reading until she stops (which I hope will be never). This is one of those very rare occasions where I actually didn't enjoy a book she's written. I feel like I just committed blasphemy here, but it's true - I didn't quite enjoy this book as much as the others. I might have been spoiled on the Bridgerton series and a few other series of hers out. I genuinely enjoyed most of the Smythe-Smith Quartet books, it's just that this one ... didn't particularly stand out in my head as one of her best works. 
 Even though I understood her reasoning for acting the way she did, I thought Sarah's attitude towards Hugh was a bit more abrasive than it should have been. I get it, things went awry during a card game resulting in a shot leg and her brother being run out of the country. She understood that Hugh had no real part in her brother's exile, but she blamed him regardless. The way she came at him, all ruffled feathers and red-faced was, I thought, unnecessary for the most part and because of that, I stayed annoyed with her throughout the entire book. 
 Regardless though, the sparks that flew between Sarah and Hugh were undeniable and if it hadn't been for the sheer irritation that I felt, I might have enjoyed myself much more than I did.