(Another write-up found from 2006)
Book from the dumpster. Well, I guess I have to read some bad ones to appreciate the good ones. This is your basic hot steamy romance with the thrill of danger and nothing much else. The only thing I learned from this Regency London romance was about runners, a sort of a detective or police force that patrolled streets and looked for thieves, murderers and other criminals. The upper, middle and lower class differences were there, but without the details and level of understanding as done by Philippa Gregory. OK, so Grant Morgan is the over six foot hunk, who was orphaned, but worked his way up to be the most respected and well paid runner. He rescues a woman from the Thames and realized she is a famous red-haired courtesan, but has lost her memory, and seems very innocent instead of brazen. You know how it goes from here.
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