Classic Regency romance from beloved author Jane Ashford
Brash and Handsome
Sir Justin Keighley is all wrong for a proper young lady like Margaret Mayfield. Everyone knows he is shocking in his opinions, arrogant in his manner, and completely without respect for the common decencies of civilized society. Margaret absolutely will not marry him-no matter what her parents say.
Beautiful and Shy
Margaret was everything Sir Justin detested in a woman-timid, sheltered, and obedient to a fault. It's not until she runs away from him that he finds he must give chase. Margaret is discovering she can be bold and rebellious-intrepid enough to do what she must, and more exciting than Justin ever imagined possible. She's the last woman he would have expected to lead them both into uncharted territory...
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A Radical Arrangement
By Jane Ashford
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"Now, Margaret," said Mrs. Mayfield, leaning forward to adjust one of her iron-gray curls before her dressing-table mirror, "you must remember that the party invited for dinner tonight is a rather unusual one."
"Yes, Mama," replied the thin, pale girl standing behind her chair.
"Your father's position as member of Parliament for the district requires him to receive a number of people who are not quite, er, our sort. And when we come down here to Devon in the summer months, he must see all the major landholders, whether they support him or not. Now that you are out, you will be joining these gatherings."
Mrs. Mayfield eyed her reflection critically, turning her head to observe the new lace cap she had set upon it. "Tonight," she continued, "we will have Sir Justin Keighley. His estate is the largest in the neighborhood, and we cannot afford to ignore him, much as we should like to. I believe I have mentioned him to you before."
Margaret nodded, her large blue eyes widening even farther. She had received a great many instructions from her mother before her debut in London last season, but none had been so explicit or vehement as the warning against their neighbor Justin Keighley.
"The man is thoroughly unsound," added her mother with a certain relish.
"Not only is he a gambler and a libertine, his political views are shocking. He is more radical than Lord Holland. You will scarcely credit it, Margaret, but he has expressed sympathy for those Yorkshiremen who smashed a factoryful of power looms last month."
Margaret drew in her breath. She had been very strictly reared in a religious family, but no sin she knew of was worse than this. In the conservative Tory circles her parents illuminated, the merest hint of radicalism caused shudders and references to France under Robespierre. Sir Justin Keighley was not far removed from the devil himself in Margaret Mayfield's mind.
"You will, of course, keep out of his way," finished her mother, rising and shaking out the folds of her lavender silk evening dress. "I simply wished to alert you to his presence. I daresay it won't signify, with Philip here." She smiled benignly, without really altering her rather harsh-featured face. Margaret had fulfilled all her parents' expectations by becoming engaged in her first season, at nineteen, to the very eligible, and eminently sound, Philip Manningham. Their families had been acquainted for years and had similar habits and interests. Margaret had received Philip's addresses without surprise, and he had taken her acceptance as a matter of course. To all observers the couple seemed as satisfied as their elders with the arrangement. Margaret, a belated and solitary offspring of two strong-willed people, brought the promise of a large inheritance and her father's political connections to the match. Philip possessed an equal fortune and even larger ambitions. And he found Margaret's well-schooled timidity exactly to his taste.
"Let me look at you," commanded Mrs. Mayfield, turning from the mirror to survey her daughter. "That gown is pretty. You always look sweet in white." She examined Margaret's very pale blond hair, dressed in languid ringlets about her head, the modest single strand of pearls encircling her thin neck, and her white satin evening dress. "Your waist is hanging loose again," she commented sharply. "Have you been eating properly, Margaret? How many times do I have to tell you that you are too thin?"
The girl hung her head. "I do try, Mama. But I am never very hungry."
"Nonsense." Mrs. Mayfield cast a complacent glance over her own well-padded figure. "You picked at your luncheon in the most annoying way. You do not make the least effort. You must do better at dinner tonight. And try to show a little animation."
Margaret swallowed nervously. "Yes, Mama."
"We may as well go down. Our guests will be arriving in half an hour. Don't forget what I've told you."
Mrs. Mayfield looked up sharply, half annoyed at her daughter's listless tone, half suspecting irony. But Margaret was gazing vacantly at the carpet: her pale cheeks showed no hint of guilt or excitement. Mrs. Mayfield shook her head. Her only child had been a model of obedience and propriety since her earliest years; it was only her mother's exposure to a very different sort of girl in London, an exposure that had left Mrs. Mayfield reeling with scandalized outrage, that had awakened such ridiculous suspicions in her breast. Margaret had never, and never would, exhibit anything but gentle acquiescence. It was a measure, thought her mother, of her own and her husband's sound principles.
Ralph Mayfield and Philip Manningham were already in the drawing room when the ladies entered. They stood on opposite sides of the fireplace, engaged, as usual, in political debate. Though they agreed on every important point, they never tired of rehearsing their opinions and reviling their opponents'. Mrs. Mayfield moved eagerly to join them, but Margaret drifted over to one of the long windows and gazed out at the garden. The July twilight still lingered, and she could see the military rows of her mother's roses stretching to the wall. She sighed softly, but none of the others noticed.
The first of the guests to arrive was the local squire, Henry Camden, with his wife and daughter. The Mayfields greeted them cordially, and the talk shifted from politics to farming without a pause. Mrs. Camden was as absorbed as her husband in this topic, and at least two of her hosts were astute enough to appear interested. Alice Camden, the squire's eighteen-year-old daughter, came to sit beside Margaret. "I have not yet wished you happy," she began. "We saw the announcement of your engagement in the Morning Post."
"Thank you," replied Margaret.
"When is the wedding to be?"
"I'm not certain. Mama thinks perhaps in the autumn."
Miss Camden stared. She and Margaret were not particularly well acquainted. Though they had grown up within two miles of each other and were nearly of an age, Margaret's mother had always kept her close and Alice had been more than satisfied with her own sisters and brothers as playmates. But they did know each other, and Alice could see no reason for the other girl's lack of enthusiasm about her wedding date. In Miss Camden's view, the question ought to arouse intense emotion in any young woman so blessed.
Margaret, gazing at the Turkey carpet, did not notice her frown, however. And the entrance of two more dinner guests effectively ended their exchange.
The new arrivals were John and Maria Twitchel, important residents of the nearby market town. He was a solicitor and she the daughter of a Devon clergyman, and both were very conscious of the solemnity of the occasion — their annual dinner at the Mayfield house. Mr. Twitchel at once shifted the conversation back to politics, local this time, and the possibility of an election in the coming year. The Mayfields and Philip Manningham responded passionately, feebly seconded by the squire, leaving Mrs. Twitchel to the other women. The talk had grown somewhat heated, and the volume a bit loud, when the butler announced the final guest in a penetrating tone. As one, the group fell silent and turned.
Sir Justin Keighley stood in the doorway, looking them over with a slight, satirical curve of his lips. He wore, like the other gentlemen, conventional evening dress, but this superficial similarity was their only common ground. Ralph Mayfield, Philip Manningham, the squire, and John Twitchel were none of them unattractive men or negligible personalities. Each, in his own sphere, had a certain dignity and authority, and all had the confidence that respect engendered. Yet somehow, the moment he entered the room and before he spoke a word, Justin Keighley eclipsed them. It was not charm. Indeed, the newcomer did not look at all pleasant or ingratiating. And it was not mere social position. Keighley held an ancient baronetcy and a substantial fortune, but any of twenty men his hosts were accustomed to meeting ranked above him. Ralph Mayfield could not have said why he felt subdued as he came forward to greet his final guest.
The squire's wife might have enlightened him. As she had told a friend at a Bath assembly two years ago, "Justin Keighley is a vastly attractive man, my dear. And not just to women. All the young men ape him, my son among them. I don't know just how it is, but he has a great influence without appearing to seek it in the least. Indeed, sometimes I think he dislikes the idea. But it goes on. It's something in his manner. No doubt you've noticed it yourself. He makes you look at him." Mrs. Camden had been embarrassed by this speech, but it was quite true. And Keighley's attraction was the more mysterious because he was not conventionally handsome. Though tall and well made, with broad shoulders and a good leg, his features were rough — a jutting nose and heavy black brows that nearly obscured expressive hazel eyes. And he took no care with his dress, a rarity in an elegant age. His coats were made so that he could shrug himself into them without help; his collars did not even approach his jaw; and he had once been observed in White's with a distinct thumb mark on his Hessian boots, giving one of the dandy set what he described as "a shuddering palpitation."
But these sartorial eccentricities were outweighed by Sir Justin's political influence and sagacity. He was an intimate of the Prince Regent and Lord Holland, and important in the Whig Party. These facts did not explain how he fascinated a great number of women who hadn't the slightest interest in politics, but they amply justified the Mayfields' attention and suppressed antipathy.
"Good evening," Keighley said to Mr. Mayfield in a deep, resonant voice. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."
"Not at all, not at all. Come in. You know everyone, I think."
Sir Justin bowed his head with a sardonic smile. He always met precisely the same people at his yearly dinner with the Mayfields, presumably those they were certain he could not "corrupt" with his aberrant opinions, and he always felt the same infuriated boredom. For the fiftieth time he wondered why he came. There was no hope of amusement or chance of advantage here. The Mayfields and their friends were just the sort of smug, resolutely conventional people he despised. They held to the views their fathers had bequeathed them and attacked all others. If one tried to make them change even a fraction, they shook their heads and muttered of treason.
He looked around the room. The only addition this year was the Mayfields' daughter. He had forgotten her name, but he remembered that she had come out last season. She looked as one would have expected: a pallid, simpering creature. Keighley shrugged. Politics forced him to endure fools occasionally. The Prince would want to know the climate of opinion here in Devon. He supposed he could get through this evening as he had previous ones, through a combination of stoicism and bitter inner laughter.
Margaret watched him with awed apprehension as he settled beside Mrs. Camden and began to chat with her about London. She had never actually spoken to Sir Justin; her mother had seen to that. But she had heard him talked of so many times that she felt she knew what he would say in response to a wide variety of remarks. It would always be shocking. She gazed at him in an effort to understand how any man could be so utterly depraved in thought and action, almost expecting his rugged face to contort in a grimace of malevolence and his chiseled lips to emit some horrifying revelation.
Suddenly Sir Justin looked up and met her eyes from across the room. He seemed at first startled to find her staring, then his mocking smile appeared again, and he raised one black brow, holding her gaze. Embarrassed, Margaret tried to look away, but something in his hazel eyes prevented it. A spark glinted there, and she felt a kind of tremor along her nerves. It was utterly unfamiliar and unsettling, like a violent thrill of feeling. How could a stranger affect her so? This must be fear, she thought; I am afraid of him. She began to tremble, but still she could not turn her head away. He seemed to understand her reaction and, amused, to prolong the contact on purpose.
Finally Keighley laughed and bent to answer some question of Mrs. Camden's. Margaret jerked back in her chair and clasped her shaking hands so tightly that the knuckles whitened. He was a dreadful man. She would not speak to him, and if she ever saw him again, she would run away.
Dinner was announced a few minutes later, and the party went into the dining room. Margaret, safely seated between the squire and Mr. Twitchel, each of whom found his opposite partner more engrossing, was free to toy with the food on her plate and try to recover her composure. This was made difficult by the fact that Sir Justin was almost opposite, but he did not look at her again. Indeed, he spent most of the meal flirting with Alice Camden, whom Mrs. Mayfield had ruthlessly sacrificed to a man she had more than once stigmatized as "unfit to speak to young girls." But as she had told her husband the previous day, one of the girls must sit beside him, and it was not going to be Margaret.
They had reached the dessert course without mishap when the squire, who had partaken rather too freely of Mr. Mayfield's excellent claret, leaned forward and addressed his host down the length of the table. "I say, Mayfield, I understand you have a very promising heifer in this season's group. Championship lines, eh?"
Mrs. Mayfield frowned at this breach of dinner-table etiquette, but her husband could not restrain a complacent smile. "Indeed, yes," he replied. "A fine animal. My cowman is extremely pleased."
"I'd like to see her."
"Certainly. Come round any day and I'll —"
"Leaving for m'sister's place tomorrow morning," interrupted the squire, clearly feeling the effects of the wine.
"Ah," responded his host. "Too bad."
"What say we see her tonight? Daresay the whole company would enjoy it."
Mrs. Mayfield looked stunned. The squire's wife said, "Now, Henry," and his daughter's lower lip trembled. The Twitchels' faces froze in the look that respectable people assume when one of their number begins to make a fool of himself. Margaret hunched in her chair and stared at her plate.
"What a splendid idea," drawled Sir Justin Keighley, drawing the astonished gaze of every other diner. His own hazel eyes were twinkling, and he obviously enjoyed their response as much as the squire's suggestion. "I should like to see this exceptional animal."
"Told you so," said the squire owlishly. "Everyone would." Doubt seemed to shake him for a moment. "That is, perhaps the ladies —"
"I shall certainly come," interrupted his wife, clearly determined to ride herd on Camden.
He merely grinned at her. "'Course you will. Always pluck up to the backbone."
"And I'm sure Miss Camden will wish to join us," added Keighley smoothly, smiling at the girl.
"I ..." Alice Camden looked as if it were the last thing she wanted, but she hadn't the social address to demur politely.
Mrs. Mayfield was another matter. "Nonsense," she said. "It is pitch-dark. We cannot go to the barns at this time of night in our evening dress. Anyone who wishes to see the, er, cow can come back another day."
"There is a full moon," answered Sir Justin. "It is quite light outside." Mrs. Mayfield glared at him with the full strength of her formidable temper, but he merely continued to smile.
"Full moon," echoed the squire, nodding. He pushed himself unsteadily to his feet. "Let's go, then."
Keighley also rose, offering his arm to Alice Camden with a quizzical look. She, after one helpless, appealing glance at her mother, stood and took it.
"Very well," said Mrs. Mayfield through clenched teeth. "We shall all go and look at the wretched creature." And, pushing her chair back abruptly, she swept out into the hall. The rest of the party followed with varying degrees of uneasiness.
At the back door, their hostess met them with cloaks for the ladies. She did not speak again as they put them on and, one by one, stepped out into the mild July night. There was indeed a full moon, and it shed a surprising amount of silvery light, though the group also took three lanterns. Mr. Mayfield led the party through the garden and onto a gravel drive that led to the outbuildings. The squire strode happily along beside him, chatting about cattle breeding and seemingly oblivious to the violent emotions he had aroused in more than one of the females behind them.
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Margaret’s father is a member of Parliament - for the district he must receive the people his family may not normally interact with. That night Sir Justin Keightly was to attend the party. Sir Justin is thought to be unstable by Margaret’s mom. Margaret was engaged to Philip Manningham- the families had been friends for years. Margaret’s mother and everyone from the party went to grudgingly see a prized cow that Margaret’s dad had. Margaret didn’t like cows so she dropped back and out of nowhere Sir Justin appears. They walk for a couple of minutes Margaret gets a wrong idea and panics and they are caught in a compromising position and are forced to marry. Margaret runs away and Sir Justin must follow to make sure Margaret is alright. This story didn’t really seem to hold my interest . It just wasn’t filled with a lot of realism in the reasoning of the story. Then Margaret accidentally shooting her husband … I just thought the story dragged for me. Margaret is just dull and doesn’t seem real smart. Maybe if the characters were better put together. I just didn’t enjoy this story. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
Margaret Mayfield is a thin, timid young woman who lives with her parents and has had just one season in London. She was raised in a religious and conservative Tory family where her father is a member of Parliament. Sir Justin Keighley is a neighbor of the Mayfield family and completely on the other side of the political fence from the Mayfields. He is an important man in the Whig Party and close to the Prince. When a neighborhood dinner party is planned, it is with great trepidation that Justin attends the party because he knows he and the Mayfields will lock horns with their political discussions. After dinner, the party decides to head to the barn to view a prize heifer. Not wanting to soil her satin dress, Margaret holds back. Justin, having noticed what a timed young woman Margaret is, approaches her to try and talk to her but her skittishness sends her running away where she faints from fear. When Justin and Margaret are found by the rest of the party, Margaret’s parents insist that Justin has ruined her and thus must marry her. Both Margaret and Justin refuse. Upset and needing to get away, Margaret decides to run away to Penzance. Playing to Justin’s guilt, Margaret’s mother plants the seed for him to follow her and bring her home. When they meet up on the road, Justin is injured and they must stay at an inn while he recovers under the guise of being brother and sister. Their time together makes Margaret realize that Justin comes by his strong personality from his parents who loved nothing more than to debate different topics. Once Justin introduces Margaret to the injustice suffered by laborers that he is trying to change, she realizes that there really are two sides to a story. Will they be able to put their differences aside and accept that people can be attracted to one another even if they have radical views about life? Ms. Ashford has penned a thoughtful story that speaks to us of what is happening in our own country today. Simply because we all have different views politically, there is no reason we cannot still get along.
I remember seeing this title years ago, before I started obsessing over historic romance, and passing it by as a ‘not my thing’ title. Now some 30 years after originally published, the story has a quaint retro feel, laden with dramatic moments while adhering more closely to the societal expectations of the time. But, this was a fun and light read nonetheless. A bit dated, this story has Margaret: a little sheltered, a lot naïve and quite prone to missish-ness and the very patient Justin. Margaret took a bit to appreciate, she’s more afraid of her own shadow and imaginings than one should believe possible, and it takes her a while to grow up and get some sense. But, I had to repeatedly remind myself that she was an example of the women of her day: of whom little is expected, little is offered. And while she was given opportunities fitting with her position, she was little more than a woman to be married off advantageously for both husband and family. Sir Justin was a bit more enjoyable, and his eye-roll worthy responses to Margaret and her father’s dramatics. With a reputation as a rake, but very little evidence to that effect, Justin is honorable, honest and quite enjoyable. He wants the best foil for the dramatics, miscommunications, a runaway fiancé and a wonderful character in the form of midwife Mrs. Dowling. A fun jaunt that will entertain and amuse, and a great chance to see the similarities and differences in romance then and now. I received an eBook copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
This was a very lovely story, however I felt the beginning of the story was a bit slow as it felt more like diary entries than what we should have felt. As the story progressed I fell in love with the characters and especially the heroine as she took the journey of finding herself. The two were a wonderful love story that was hard earned. I especially love that it was not love at first sight and was developed as one would in real life.
Margaret is the dutiful daughter, sheltered, quiet and obedient, the perfect daughter for her parents. One night she finds herself in a compromising position with Sir Justin Keighley, who happens to be the complete opposite of Margaret in every way. When Margaret runs away to avoiding marriage Sir Justin pursues her and they both realize how right they are for each other. This was a sweet historical read of opposites attracting. I thought the story was ok. The characters were not the easiest to like. If you do enjoy a sweet historical read I would certainly recommend.
A Radical Arrangement was my first read by Jane Ashford. A Radical Arrangement is a well written book with entertaining characters, drama and romance. I enjoyed this story. This is a safe read for those that don't care for sex scenes, this is a clean read. I look forward to reading more from Jane Ashford soon. A Radical Arrangement is a complete book, not a cliffhanger. I received a copy of A Radical Arrangement from a third party for review purposes.
Margaret Mayfield was raised to be the perfect daughter of her important and conservative Parliamentary politician father – quiet, obedient, and completely without an independent thought in her head. Sir Justin Keighley is the antithesis of Margaret’s father – a free-thinking radical who isn’t afraid to debate his ideas to anyone who will listen Yet somehow Keighley is always invited to the Mayfield’s dinner parties and it is after one such dinner party that Margaret and Justin suddenly find themselves in a compromising position! Margaret falls into the category of heroines that is a cross between a Mary Sue and “too stupid to live.” She’s wildly emotional when it serves the plot’s purpose, has no backbone to speak of (again, unless it serves the plot’s purpose), and makes some decisions in this book that make the reader question Margaret’s intelligence. She magically transforms into a decent heroine towards the end, but given Margaret’s backstory, even this transformation was wholly outside the realm of reason and believability. I expect heroes and heroines to grow and change throughout the novel, but Margaret does a complete 180 that seems to come from nowhere and does not gel with her character arc. Justin is a little better when it comes to character consistency, though even his actions sometimes seem a bit out of character. The inciting incident, for example: Margaret runs away from her parents and Justin chases after her. This event follows several pages of Justin’s words and thoughts of belittlement and condescension towards Margaret and her family. Which brings me to point #2: Justin is an arrogant jerk. He believes himself to always be right, he finds Margaret empty-headed and her family pompous, and there are a myriad of little points and actions throughout the narrative that point to his belief that he is superior to those around him (which is in direct conflict with his views on the poor). *This* is supposed to be the hero!? No thank you. Margaret and Justin’s love is the “instant” variety. Around the 61% mark, Justin suddenly realizes that he might just possibly love Margaret despite his callousness towards her in the prior 60%. Margaret also suffers from the same sudden amnesia as Justin because she apparently returns his feelings too. Thankfully readers are not subjected to any kind of awkward “love scene” which keeps the entire book quite mild. This is a re-print of a novel originally published in 1983. Which also explains a lot about the writing. I found the characters painfully one-dimensional whose actions in the scene only seemed to serve the plot-of-the-moment. The plot was completely unrealistic and the writing sub-par. There was absolutely no emotional connection whatsoever and everything was simply “told” to the reader. Save your money and skip this one. Originally posted at Plot Twist Reviews [dot] Com I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars Margaret and Justin are not your everyday couple. Bold and boisterous Justin is a man of action. He is used to shocking and is not afraid to do so. Margaret is used to following rules and staying in the shadows. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she does what is expected of her. What neither realizes is that they are each playing a role. Used to playing out the script that has always been written but yearning for more. In some areas this story comes across dated and aggravating. However as I continued to read A Radical Arrangement, I found a story of two people that bring out in each other all of qualities that they lack in themselves. Jane Ashford's story of acceptance, love and growth is beautifully written, all you have to do is read between the lines. I received an ARC of this novel in exchange for an honest review.
Margaret Mayfield is a typical gentle young woman of her day; repressed, timid, naive, totally controlled by her overbearing mother and father, totally unaware of what was happening outside her narrow world of parties, teas, and socials. Her life is ruled by the standards of the day. Sir Justin Keigley is the opposite of Margaret. He promotes progressive legislature and improvements for the workingman and lower classes. His fellow peers consider him an oddity and dangerous; young women are warned away from him and to never be alone with him. He would be considered an activist today, a radical in his day. Margaret and Justin meet at the yearly dinner hosted by her parents and of course, she makes a complete ninny of herself, screaming, crying, running way from Justin in the garden, and finally hitting her head and passing out. I wanted to shake her until her eyes rolled out of her head. Justin had no idea what was wrong with her, not realizing her mother had established a complete terror of him in her daughter. This starts a series of events that will change both Margaret’s and Justin’s life forever. Found kneeling by Margaret, everyone is scandalized and the parents insist Justin marry Margaret. Justin refuses to be bullied into marriage for such an asinine reason; Margaret is terrified of Justin and runs away, afraid he will agree to the marriage. For the first time in her life Margaret is on her own. Margaret will grow by leaps and bounds in her adventure as she becomes an aware caring woman, Justin pursues Margaret to return her home; Justin will see a different Margaret emerge as he recovers from Margaret shooting him; he is definitely attracted but fighting the attraction. Justin opens Margaret eyes to the horrors of the living conditions for the lower classes and the injustices. Margaret will come as radical as Justin by the time they reach their happy ever after. It is not a smooth road, with many turns and twists, but happiness does wait at the end. I found the book light reading, enjoyable if you like novels that take place in this time period of repressed rights of woman and the lower classes. The lower classes were just beginning to revolt against the class discrimination, starvation and joblessness. I received this book from the publisher and Netgalley in return for an honest opinion.
This is the first time I have read from Jane Ashford, I have noticed her books around lately, as she is getting them republished and the covers redone. This book I found on Netgalley and I was so thrilled to get a chance to try her out. This book was shorter than I expect, only about 200 pages, which for how long it was this story had a depth to it I wasn’t expecting to find. This is a story that I honestly wasn’t sure if I would like or not. The reviews and ratings aren’t super high, and so I wasn’t expecting to like it as much as I ended up enjoying it. The Hero was enchanting and I loved his character. He knows what he wants and he fights for it and isn’t ashamed of who he is, even if others may be. The heroine I had a bit of struggle with at first, but we really see how much she grows through the whole book, and the focus is really on her character and personality and how much we see the change in her the more she and Justin get to know each other. Margaret has been shielded and has never had a real chance to become anyone except from what her parents wanted from her. But then she ends up in a room with Justin and she begins to learn that she has a brain and she can use it. Even though I wanted to shake some sense into her, I also realized that Margaret is learning certain facts about herself, that we all learn as children. So I had to give her room and allow her to become more before I judged her too harshly. I loved the relationship between Justin and Margaret. There isn’t much heat except for some kissing in this book, which was a bit refreshing. I wasn’t excepting that at all, and I liked having something different. The entire focus was the building of the relationship on an emotional and intellectual levels and the physical just seemed to come naturally for them after they had developed a deeper connection to each other. And the ending was dang good, and seeing Margaret stand up to her folks was brilliant and this is what the book leads up to and fighting for the one you love!!