The Trouble With Love blends fanciful with emotional and begets exceptional. If nothing else, Whitney and Acton prove that life has a sense of humor and sometimes the heart is the last to know, what the head has already discovered. ~ Isha Coleman, I LOVE ROMANCE 5 Stars
Ms. Boyd has created two characters that cause the rest of their world to fade with their vibrancy and willingness to be passionate about life. ~ Dianne, TOME TENDER 4.5 Stars
...it's the slow building type of romance with a sexual chemistry just waiting to boil over. The Trouble with Love is a great addition to this series and sees one more distinguished rogue find his own HEA. ~ JG Baldos, DELUGUED WITH BOOKS CAFÉ 4 Stars
From the Inside Flap
"It is expected, Whitney. You're not married yet. You must think of your reputation."
"I'm five and twenty, Miranda."
"And look as young as anyone fresh on the marriage mart." Miranda sighed deeply. "But it is done now, and I trust you compensated the poor woman for the trouble of being dismissed after a mere two full days' employment."
"I did indeed. She has a glowing reference and fifty pounds, and that should ensure Mrs. Fry never has to work for an obstinate, headstrong spinster like me for a while," she said soothingly, experiencing a twinge of guilt that she made the marchioness worry over her. Miranda wasn't always in good health, so Whitney led the marchioness up the long flight of stairs by taking her elbow. It was Miranda's heart, of course, the organ most likely to give a lady trouble. Tonight, the marchioness did seem to lean on her arm, so Whitney held her up a little more firmly. "How are things with you?"
"Very well. The dowager moved out to the dower house as if the devilchased her upon my arrival. She expects our son to visit her daily but other than that, we are quite civil. Of course, she dotes on Christopher, so she tolerates me for his sake."
Whitney winced. Miranda and her husband hadn't had the best start to married life, and the dowager, the most fearsome woman she'd ever encountered, was said to have favored another woman for many years. It had been a messy situation all round. Love did that. "Perhaps I'll ask Christopher to escort me to the dower house when I go to pay my respects tomorrow morning." Only for the sake of peace for Miranda, of course. "I suppose everyone else has gone off to bed by now."
"Heavens no. The dowager is here, and the entire household remains awake and waiting on your arrival. Lord Acton and his guests have joined us,too."
"What is Acton doing here?" Whitney groaned. "Last I heard, he was in London."
Not that Whitney was keeping track of the scoundrel.