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jacey
This is one of those strangers-must-marry-to-protect-woman's-reputation stories. Elizabeth Cantrell, single mother, ends up marrying Lord Torrington and settling in to Torrington Hall with her young son (who is coincidentally the bastard of Torrington's feckless younger brother – though she keeps that to herself). There's a spy sub-plot, and a murder plot. There are a lot of coincidences. Elizabeth seems to know people she couldn't possibly know. It made it feel a bit disjointed at times, which made it a little difficult to suspend disbelief, but it was a light and frothy read.
