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Heroine: Sarah Pleinsworth – Cousin to the Smythe-Smiths, Holding a Grudge
Hero: Hugh Prentice – Second Son, Crippled
Hugh Prentice is damaged, body and soul. Even though he's tried to right all the wrongs caused by that unfortunate duel with Daniel Smythe-Smith—and even though Daniel himself has forgiven and moved on—Hugh can't seem to. It was, after all, all his fault. Just as Daniel having to flee the country is all his fault. Or so he thinks. Hugh has a mountain of guilt to overcome.
Which is not at all helped by one impetuous, dramatic, and… verbal Sarah Pleinsworth. Who just so happens to blame Hugh for her current marriage-less state. In Sarah's mind, Hugh is at the root of nearly all of her problems. When she gets the chance to confront him at a ball, Sarah doesn't hold anything back.
Hugh and Sarah spar and bicker. They push and they prod. With combustible chemistry like that between them, you know it’s only a matter of time before their mouths are doing more than throwing out hurtful words. Especially when they're forced to be each others company for two weeks and two weddings. Two weeks full of drama, misunderstandings, and feverish first kisses.
I love, love, love Hugh. Whip smart with a self-deprecating sense of humor, there is both a vulnerability and a toughness to him. Add in his incredible memory and amazing mathematical abilities and, well, you have a nerdy hero my heart can't seem to resist. And Sarah is his perfect match, even if she does take some growing up to finally get there. She realizes her errors quickly and it doesn't take long for her to see past Hugh's limp to his beautiful heart.
The Sum of All Kisses is sweetly seductive. No one does sweet and sassy romances quite like Julia Quinn. Nearly every page has you laughing or swooning. It made it very easy to fall in love with Hugh and Sarah. They may start out not on the friendliest of terms, but watching them fall slowly, passionately in love warmed my heart. Throw in all those meddling cousins and you can’t help but be charmed. The Smythe-Smith's—and their extended family—are an eccentric lot. The way they banter back and forth is hilarious and utterly captivating. I can’t wait to see who’s book is next. (Iris, maybe?)
Softy, he kissed her lips. Then her nose, then each of her eyes in turn. It was bursting out of him that he was falling in love with her, but he had never been a man to speak of his feelings, and the words choked in his throat. So he kissed her one last time, truly and deeply, hoping she recognized it for what was, an offering of his very soul.
Yours, he thought, I am yours.