My college humanities class was one of my favorite classes. For the simple reason that I “had” to attend all sorts of cultural performances, all in pursuit of my grade. It was wonderful. That semester I saw “The Magic Flute” for the first time and fell in love with the opera.
“When American heiress Gwen Barton aids an injured gentleman in an opera box in London, she shares a kiss with the stranger that changes her life. More determined than ever to be herself, in spite of the limp she’s sustained since childhood, she will marry for love and not a title. She also resolves to learn the identity of the man she helped—and kissed. Surely he can’t be the irritating Avery Winfield, though. But as circumstances continue to throw Gwen and Avery together, she begins to wonder if there is more to this man than she first thought.
While most of London only knows him as the nephew of a duke, Avery Winfield is actually working for the Secret Service Bureau to ferret out German spies from among the ton. It’s a profession that gives him purpose and a reason to remain a bachelor. But the more he interacts with Gwen Barton, an heiress from America, the more he begins to question his plans and neglected faith. Then he learns Gwen is the young lady from the opera box who helped him. Now his most important mission may have nothing to do with saving Britain from danger and everything to do with risking his heart for the woman he met that night at the opera.”
Stacy Henrie wrote two love interests paired so well, you’re rooting for them every step of the way. The faith aspect of the book was subtle. The inclusion of God was a major part of the story, but it felt natural and necessary to the character development of Gwen and Avery, and never pushy.
The character development of the story really made the novel charming. Stacy Henrie used beautiful metaphors, and great moments of introspection to connect the reader to the characters. It made the story more than just entertainment, but a wonderful journey of adventure, love.