I hesitated on this book because the premise seemed so sad, but Eloisa James comes through with a stunning, gorgeous wonder of a story that is going on my reread shelf.
The thing about "Born to be Wilde" (and I do adore how Parth was indeed so very much part of the Wilde family...) is that almost every single person I met in the book made me smile at how very wonderful they are. The close knit Wilde family, the love they have for one another, the indomitable Lady Knowe, the casual joy and tenderness between Diana and North, even Lady Gray, who is the root of the entire issue at hand. Mistakes are made, people behave badly, but ultimately there's so much good in this book, it was almost easy to overcome what struggles there were. And there were struggles. Lady Gray's addiction, Lavinia's need to make things right, and Parth wrestling with shallow puddles... all of those were very real issues that they had to overcome, but they did, with much grace and flair.
Side note: Parth's mother is of Indian descent and I cannot begin to say how much I appreciate that his heritage isn't a huge deal in this book. Or how much I'm grateful that it's never hinted that he's particularly proficient in the bedchamber as a result. Thankfully, the Kama Sutra was also left out of things. Granted, it's Eloisa James.
The little teaser chapter with Betsy and Lord Jeremy - I can't wait to see how that shakes out. It's bound to be a wild ride for sure.
The richest bachelor in England plays matchmaker…for an heiress he wants for himself!
For beautiful, witty Lavinia Gray, there’s only one thing worse than having to ask the appalling Parth Sterling to marry her: being turned down by him.
Now the richest bachelor in England, Parth is not about to marry a woman as reckless and fashion-obsessed as Lavinia; he’s chosen a far more suitable bride.
But when he learns of Lavinia's desperate circumstances, he offers to find her a husband. Even better, he’ll find her a prince.
As usual, there’s no problem Parth can’t fix. But the more time he spends with the beguiling Lavinia, the more he finds himself wondering…
Why does the woman who’s completely wrong feel so right in his arms?