Rating: 3.5/5 stars
Genre: Historical Romance, Historical Fiction, Regency
There are guilty pleasures, and there are Guilty Pleasures.
It Happened One Autumn is a Guilty Pleasure.
Four young ladies enter London society with one necessary goal: they must use their feminine wit and wiles to find a husband. So they band together, and a daring husband-hunting scheme is born.
It Happened One Autumn follows the second Wallflower, the bold and shockingly opinionated Lillian Bowman, whose crude manners, American origins and nouveau riche status complicate her attempts to find a noble husband in English society. Her improper comments and attitude are met with contempt, but no one is more annoyed at her stubborness and inability to act like a delicate young woman than Lord Westcliff, an overbearing and controlling nobleman who happens to be the most eligible bachelor. Their fights are legendary, their pigheadedness equal. But aside from their mutual annoyance, there is something else brewing; something that shimmers and burns, passion and attraction and a deeper connection that entangle them in a web of stolen kisses, unyielding egotism and a love that may endanger Marcus' heritage and everything he's struggled to achieve. The question is, what will he choose? His legacy, or the only woman that challenges him and makes him feel alive?
“Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.”
It Happened One Autumn is not a literary masterpiece. It's not a work of art that inspires poems and frenzied reviews glorifying the prose or the concept; you won't find deep meanings conveyed in its pages. It will not rattle you to the core, or make you a better person after you finish it. However, I don't give a single darn. Because in all honesty, I devoured it in less than 24 hours and I had the time of my life.
It was delicious, sensual, funny, with a dash of suspense and a flock of butterflies upsetting my stomach. Lisa Kleypas used autumn hues, and painted lavish balls, picturesque gardens, a rainbow of dresses and delicacies that transported me to another time, another society that was beautiful and cruel, that sucked me in its ways and expectations and left me dazed. Marcus and Lillian give the definition to enemies-to-lovers. He wanted to tame her; she wantet to prove him that she is a capable woman, proud of her choices, a woman who shall not be controlled. Their fights were like fireworks. But their other scenes, well,
Their chemistry was insane. They collided with the force of two meteorites, but they also connected in an emotional level that made me all warm and fuzzy. And even though I found Lillian's behavior over the top (hello 3.5 stars), fighting for the sake of fighting, throwing tantrums and opposing to common sense for no reason at all, their relationship utterly endearing.
And (surprise!) I fell in love with Marcus, with his uptight and his protective and his wicked side.
So, if you're up for a fun ride, and a blazing historical romance, do try the Wallflowers!
P.S. I don't know if the next book will be my cup of tea. After the things St. Vincent did in this one, I find it hard to impossible to even like him, let alone consider him as a love interest.