Did I expect to find myself in a Wuthering Heights/Bridgerton sandwich when I decided to read The Wolf of Mayfair? No, no I did not. But it was absolutely delicious and just what I needed. I started on this late into the night which only added to the almost gothic, reading by candlelight vibe.

A young woman turning up at the beasts door during a snowstorm, looking for shelter was everything I didn’t know I needed. By beast I mean the most grumpy, withdrawn, dark, handsome, mysterious Marquess who had me weak at the knees.

The push and pull between Helia and Wingrave was the perfect build up that didn’t disappoint. Both characters were slowly introduced to the reader from both points of view. I felt myself warming to each one in different ways. I found myself smiling on more than one occasion. My heart yearned for them to find solace in each other. Each word in this book was not wasted. I devoured each one and ate up every last drop. I don’t often find two love interests that I would class as soulmates in every way until this book.

I cannot wait to read this again, and again and again. When I do get my hands on a hard copy for my shelf it will be a book I will instantly reach for when a friend is looking for a book recommendation.