I generally like Kleypas books and I know truthfulness makes for a short book and all, but I found my self screaming at the goddamn heroine to just come clean already! It seemed that she had about 150 pages worth of actual story, so she padded it with vacillation and sex scenes.I don't know, maybe it all rang hollow for me because I am disabled myself and would never get so wretchedly melodramatic over it as she did. Oh boo hoo, you have scars, so what? How pathetic to loathe yourself for something out of your control. It made me so angry at the heroine, I couldn't take any satisfaction in the inevitable happy ending.