And speaking of delicious, these two have off-the-charts chemistry that had me reaching for a fan more than once, especially during one memorable scene on the deck of a ship, under a starry sky.
Their journey kept me flipping pages as fast as I could to see what would happen next, all the while knowing I'd be returning to the beginning as soon as I finished the book to slowly savor each delicious twist and turn the second time through. Other than Hattie's best friend, Nora (and please, Sarah MacLean, we need a Nik and Nora story!), Whit is the only person who not only sees Hattie's many positive qualities but values them. (I spent most of the book alternating between wanting to hit him and hug him but at the end, like Hattie, I just wanted to love him.) But, he's also a man with deep, emotional wounds, a love of books, a well-hidden caring for those for whom he feels responsible, and a flaming desire for this bold, beautiful woman who eagerly matches wits with the master, who goes toe to toe with him on his own turf, who thrives on their encounters. Covent Garden king, master smuggler, a bastard born, Whit is a man who rules his world, dispatching enemies swiftly and without remorse. In Whit, she's also created Hattie's perfect match. In Hattie, MacLean has created a heroine for every woman who, at some point in her life, has been told she doesn't "fit." Maybe she's too tall, too large, too smart, too loud, too ambitious.
I loved Whit, I really did, and he and Hattie together are magic, but the heart and soul of this book is Hattie and she.
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