I really thought I was going to enjoy this, because the description seemed reminiscent of Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas - only a bit in reverse. In Love in the Afternoon, Beatrice writes a letter to a soldier and signs her friends name. In Till Next We Meet, Moncrief writes to another soldier's wife. After the death of her wastrel husband, Moncrief goes to meet her.

There were just a bunch of elements of this book that didn't add up right for me. For one, there was a "whodunnit" kind of mystery where it appears someone is trying to take the heroine Catherine's life. There's Moncrief's brother's widow, now a dowager duchess, who's so thrifty the ducal estate is wasting away and she may have ties to Jacobites. There's a maid turned housekeeper with a secret. And of course, there's the lying between Moncrief and Catherine in that he was the one who wrote the letters.

I just couldn't get into this book, despite the fact that the writing was great. I think it was something between the pacing and the plot that didn't work for me.

Spoiler

Catherine finds out herself that Moncrief wrote the letters towards the end of the book - they don't even acknowledge it to each other until the LAST PAGE! And the whole drama with the attempts on Catherine's life and the vicar and Gwyneth... it was too much. I wasn't sympathetic to Gwyneth AT ALL (I kind of hate her) and I didn't like that after all her scheming, Catherine just gave her son her family home.

By the end I was just so frustrated and done with the book.