Ah, how I do enjoy a romance novel with not a trace of the bodice ripper about it and a pair of gentle, attractive men with whom I could actually imagine falling in love! No alpha males in here, but a good story about overcoming shyness and what life must have been like in the country in Regency times. At times, Alissa’s dreadful family seems a mite too much - would they really have showed such indifference in front of guests when one of their offspring has an accident? But those days are not these days, and one thing I always find in Ms Hendrickson’s books is a fine sense of history and of actually being in the past at a particular period. This is missing from rather too many other books at the expense of other things, so I enjoyed reading about how a family like the Ffolkes would have lived. Georgette Heyer is gone, but the spirit of the Regency lives on in books like these.