I think a more accurate title would be When a Scot Ties the Knot, and When Fluffy and Rex Find Love in a Tank. 
 I admit, there were a lot of issues with the book, and as usual, it being a Tessa Dare novel, anachronism was one of them. A gentlewoman who publicly broadcasted that she worked as an illustrator? Yeah, not buying it. Also, her aunt lost her virtue without the blessing of marriage, but just brushed that bit off as if it didn't mean anything? 
 Maddie thought her brain would twist from all these revelations. "You weren't debauched by the Comte de Montclair and ruined for all other men?" 
 "Oh, I went to bed with him. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't magical, either. And no, that night did not ruin me for other men..." 
 Okay, whatever you say. You see, this is why I tend to avoid Tessa Dare's books. I normally don't mind anachronisms, but only up to a certain extent. It seems to be embedded on the very fabric of her stories, and that's what I don't like. 
 Moreover, Maddie's character was also a strange mixture of contrasting traits. She was supposed to be a naturalist, which is a fancy term for a sort of scientist, but she was far too emotional. At the beginning, she was presented as a bluestocking, but she never showed the rationalism we might expect from one. She, herself, admitted that she was in danger of falling in love with Logan many times in the story, or at the very least, let her feelings get a hold of her. That's not something I would expect from a person with a scientific bend. 
 Logan was charming most of the time, but the angst felt unnecessary and overdone at some parts, especially near the end. I remember grabbing fistful of my hair out of frustration with all the pushing and pulling that was happening. I wanted to scream, "Just be honest with yourself, man! Jeez!" 
 Because of these, I almost gave the book a 3.75 rating (rounded down to 3), but holy hell, that epilogue was just so sweet. Oh. My. God. That part alone deserves its own .25 stars. 
 And now if you will excuse me, I'm going to cry in the corner because real life will never be as magical as this. Well, I could keep hoping, but I doubt my boyfriend will appreciate me keeping a pair of lobsters as a pet.