Leslie and Cleo are the heros of this Regency Romance. Straight up in almost every sense of the word. Cleo and Leslie start out with interesting enough backgrounds (she's a former tomboy; he's the son of the recently deceased master of a spy-network) but quickly reveal their utter boringity. She's supposed to be a take-no-holds independent shocker, but in fact she's trapped under the thumbs of her older sisters and has to wrack her brains for scandalous ideas. He's supposed to be - something. But he's not.
Beyond the plain vanilla flavoring is the mediocre writing that gives it that special artificial-flavoring aftertaste. Every third phrase of dialogue seems oddly stilted and over-formal. The same goes for the descriptive passages.
Now, don't get me wrong. I like Rengencies. But I also like to get lost in the story, and the kind of florid over-writing Scott indulges in here snaps me right out of it.