Evelyn Bray grew up along the rugged coast of Cornwall where she lives with her grandfather, a previously wealthy landowner in reduced circumstances who now serves as steward of the Wyndcliff Estate. Haunted by her father’s death and her mother’s abandonment, Evelyn has built a sheltered but comfortable existence. That is until a ship dashes against the rocky shoreline, and everything she believed she knew begins to unravel.
At only twenty-two, Liam Twethewey has inherited the somewhat neglected Wyndcliff Estate. However, his grand plans to restore it to its former glory encounter resistance from unforeseen sources as whispers of smuggling and illegal activities surface.
United by the distressing events surrounding the shipwreck, Evelyn and Liam discover more than just shadows lurking from the dark crags and corners of the estate.
Breathtaking yet unforgiving landscapes, secrets as jagged as the cliffs, and characters who aren’t all that they appear, The Light at Wyndcliff hints at a captivating Regency-era romance with gothic flare. However, Sarah E. Ladd never fully delivers upon her promise. The protagonists who are separately intriguing fell flat as anything more than barely friends. Evelyn and Liam lacked chemistry, probably due to the fact that, while they did spend time in the vicinity of each other’s presence, we rarely saw them get to know the other on a deeper level. Their relationship felt forced and a product of their roles as protagonists more than a natural and intrinsic part of them.
The Light at Wyndcliff advanced at a slow pace and never took off for me. I reached the end of the book still waiting for the story to actually begin. Nonetheless, the author painted a gorgeous setting and delivered otherwise solid writing, so I will probably give another one of her novels a try in case it was an issue of a specific tale not connecting with a specific reader. Fans of Regency tales and grand, isolated estates could enjoy this book.
Review copy provided by publisher via NetGalley. Thank you!