I'm not going to put this on my made-me-weep shelf because it didn't. But almost. I got a little teary ok? I've read another book by Duran and I like her style.
I wouldn't call Sanburne a rake, really, he was just a...mess. Haunted. Party Animal. Wounded.
As for Lydia, no I-need-a-man attitude for her. Oh, no, she was smart, articulate and when you got past her hoidy-toidy exterior she was someone Sanburne could not resist.
They were both not necessarily meant for each other but they certainly did fit. And at one point towards the end there was that tearing up business. What some guys will do for the ones they love. Well, at least in historical romance land.