By day, I'm a domestic violence prosecutor. By night, I read romance to restore my faith in love, relationships, and humanity in general.
I enjoyed the first half fairly well, though the street urchin-attracts-gentleman trope is always hard to take seriously, and why must so many historical romances involve lovers trying to catch a spy?! Still, the first half of the book was worth the read just for Meggs' chameleon-like character shifts, her gift with dialect and changing appearance. Once the spy was unmasked and the lovers celebrated by consummating* their attraction, though, the plot kind of went off the rails: everything was too convenient, and the happily ever after, when it comes, is too hasty to be satisfying.
*The hero is a virgin. I know some readers lurrrrve that male virgin trope. (Not me. I don't care for manwhores, but I like it when both main characters know how to use the equipment.)