Rosamunde is the stereotypical widow whose husband was a total douche. Of course Dr. Hero - in this book played by a duke named Lucifer - will heal her with the power of love, but not until the author has dragged the story out by 100 pages with a Big Misunderstanding.The novel starts off well enough. Luc feels bad at how his father bollixed her life up so he endeavors to befriend her. He takes her on walks, horse rides and other platonic adventures while honoring a self-imposed "no touching" rule because of her fear of men and sex.Then, for someone sexually abused by her first husband, she sheds her fear of intimacy very quickly - in a matter of minutes - and manages mindblowing orgasms her first go-around. It whitewashes the deep emotional scars that accompany sexual abuse and, frankly, made the hero seem more predatory than nuturing.Sexual tension thereby resolved, what to do with the other half of the book? Toss in two-dimensional villains, a bizarre bout with blindness, and denial of love at all costs then stir over low heat.I finished this book only out of a sense of duty. At page 220 I wanted to close the book at walk away. What could have been a lovely story about two damaged souls slowly healing each other turned into an exasperating exercise in misunderstandings.