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This is almost a three-star book, except that Elizabeth Hoyt is such an excellent writer that even her "not her best" titles are still better than most romance novels. I really, really loved the predecessor to this one, "Thief of Shadows," so maybe it was inevitable that this would pale in comparison.

The "mystery" portion of this plot was almost identical to Thief--lassie-snatchers AGAIN, child labor AGAIN, lace stockings AGAIN--and our hero is the Ghost of St. Giles AGAIN. Yawn.

There just wasn't enough suspense for me. It all felt very flat. And why does a novel with a 37-year-old hero have a baby-faced 20something on the cover? C'mon.