If you've always longed to visit the moors and coastal landscape of southern England, this novel paints a perfect picture of the wind-blown cliffs, of broad expanses of heather filling the vista, and of birds nesting upon the ragged rocks. Set primarily against the backdrop of a small rundown fishing village, McQuiston has created a sweeping scenery, so vivid that I felt as though I was walking along the path to Heathmore cottage myself - a two bedroom, dilapidated home that is at the center of this romance.
When unconventional Lucy Westmore inherits the property from her recently deceased spinster aunt, only to discover that her father has sold it on her behalf to the Marquess of Branston, Lucy is livid. And rightly so. After all, she is of age and so, the decision to sell the property ought to be hers. But her parents don't see it that way. Her father thinks she should take the money with a thank you and a smile, while her mother is desperate for her to have the Season that she's already waited much too long for - no time for cottages.
But Lucy has other plans. Rash and determined, she takes off for Cornwall on her own, only to discover that the only person willing to help her in her mad endeavor, is the very man whom she wishes to thwart. Because there is no way on earth that she is letting the marquess have her cottage. She will fight tooth and nail for it if she has to, even as she finds herself succumbing to his charms.
This was a delightful read. The feud between Lucy and Branston was vastly entertaining. Uncovering the secret value of the property and the truth regarding Branston's sister also kept the pages turning fast. There was passion and humor in spades, not to mention a love as expansive as the moors themselves. A wonderful story that I would highly recommended!
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