In 1763 England, botanist Sophie Andrews meets handsome rogue Ian Blackpool, who sells love potions. Attracted to him before his revelation, Sophie calls him a con artist and accepts his challenge to try his formula. Still she has no time to waste ogling the handsome man or the "effect" of his so-called love potion. She sets off on her own as she feels she must save her uncle kidnapped by Dark Dan McGannon and his deadly cohorts.
To his chagrin Ian feels a need to keep Sophie safe so he joins her on her trek over her objections. As they trek together, he explains that love is a chemical reaction that can be bottled with his insistence his formula is the one elixir that can work. However Ian begins to wonder if he drank the potion as he keeps disproving his theory that love can be bottled one kiss at a time.
This is an amusing Georgian romance with some suspense enhancing the wonderful tale of two individuals debating whether love can be bottled. Sophie, to her mom's chagrin, is a unique female blueblood botanist while Ian is the classic impish hero (Think Han Solo), who cannot stop himself from having to help her. Zoe Archer hits Cupid's bull's-eye with this fun historical.
This was a really good story and I was really surprised. I like the different theme to the whole thing. A must read for the historical romance reader.
It is difficult to review this book as it isn't my "cup of tea"--features a botanist Sophie Andrews who doesn't believe the bottle of love that a peddler gives her. It has suspense with kidnapping of Sophie's uncle.
Was I surprised to find out this was a historical-nothing in the description (nor the cover) indicates this. I'm not much into historical romances so my review may not have merit. I found the setting bland, the relationships between the family members superficial and really not much to like about the story. The "kidnapping" of the uncle happens within the first few pages and neither it nor the "viscious criminal" have much to do with the story, no matter what the back cover description leads you to believe. Of course the vagabond is not only titled but the heir, so all is well in then end. Whatever.