Review: The Convenient Felstone Marriage by Jenni Fletcher

The Convenient Felstone Marriage
by Jenni Fletcher

The Blurb

“I have a proposal for you…”

The last place respectable governess Ianthe Holt ever expected to be proposed to was in a train carriage…by a stranger…who had just accused her of trying to trap another man into marriage!

Shipping magnate Robert Felstone may be dashing, but he’s also insufferable, impertinent—and Ianthe’s only possible savior from her uncertain fate. She’s hesitant to play the perfect Felstone wife, but Robert soon shows Ianthe there’s more to him than meets the eye, and more to marriage than vows…

The Review

Our heroine, Ianthe Holt, in the words of our hero, Robert Felstone, “…she was… he strove for a word… interesting…” And interesting she was. Dowdy and dull in appearance, but her spirit crackled with fire and wit from the get go! Ianthe, “..She’d given as good as she got, had a mind of her own and no fear of speaking it.”

Who knew shipping magnates could be so… “She had no idea he was so…solid.” Robert Felstone is a solid character, complex, loyal and with unspoken depths that are revealed at the hand of Ianthe. 

Both Robert and Ianthe are torn by mistakes of the past, they have both shaped and molded their lives to be what they think society accepts. But together they realise, that truly it only matters what, you and yours, think and I agree wholeheartedly!

A marriage of convenience set to take you through the gentle awakenings of love whilst throwing you into the depths of obsession and the ugliness it can entail. Delightful and gripping, wonderfully written. 4.5/5 stars from me. A recommended read.

I will leave you with this, ‘To Ianthe’ Shelley’s sonnet to his newborn daughter, “…words that perfectly described the awakening of new love.”

To Ianthe

I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake;
Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek,
Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak,
Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake;
But more when o’er thy fitful slumber bending
Thy mother folds thee to her wakeful heart,
Whilst love and pity, in her glances blending,
All that thy passive eyes can feel impart:
More, when some feeble lineaments of her,
Who bore thy weight beneath her spotless bosom,
As with deep love I read thy face, recur, —
More dear art thou, O fair and fragile blossom;
Dearest when most thy tender traits express
The image of thy mother’s loveliness.

Written September 1831
Published 1886
Source:The Lyrics and Shorter Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
Copyright 1907, reprinted 1913
London: J.M. Dent and Sons, Ltd.
New York: E.P. Dutton and Co.

Pre-order it here: The Convenient Felstone Marriage by Jenni Fletcher
(Released 1st June 2017)


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