Audrey is in a rut: she's been waitlisted at the art school of her dreams and was recently broken up with by her boyfriend, and she cannot find the inspiration to do any art whatsoever. 

Two hundred years earlier, Lucy is resigned to the fact that she is going to have to marry a man more than twice as old as her and a dick to boot, because her father demands it. 

Can the two of them save one another? (Obviously the answer is yes, this is a romance novel after all). 

This wasn't what I expected, but I didn't really know what to expect in the first place. Libby recommended it to me after I finished Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, so I expected a sapphic retelling of that novel, but that wasn't what this was at all. 

But it was cute and sweet, and I enjoyed it quite a lot. I do have to wonder about why Lippincott, in a queer love story, chose to name one of her characters Matthew Shepard.  That was... A choice.