Sometimes I just have to read smut. And it has to be historical. Minerva is a bookish middle child who isn’t worried about marrying well—she’s too concerned about preparing for her presentation for the Edinburgh Geological Society about the big lizard footprint she found in a cave. Colin is the typical Englishman rogue—bedding widows and not looking for marriage. The two collide when she connives to find her way to Edinburgh. Of course, they fall in love and have some awesome sex along the way--how else would the book end?