Seduction of a proper gentleman

Goodness, yes, I had to read this for one of my book clubs. We were given were books wrapped in pink or red wrapping paper all of which revealed themselves to be of the genre I lovingly call “bodice rippers”, the idea being that the book club crowd would read these and report back in February.
So, what I expected:
a Regency romance with lots of hidden kisses, sex, and some sort of historical lesson about Scotland or England.

What I got:
an absurdly clean romcom with two unrealistic characters who say one thing and do the complete opposite (I shall preserve my dignity! as she shows up to his bedroom in the middle of the night). Add in a curse that makes NO sense, a bout of amnesia, and a bunch of cracks about how old the main characters are (28 and 33) and the result is BORED TO DEATH. Therein lies the real curse.

There's a bit of an attempt at girl power here, but what's the point when the main character is basically there to trap a guy into marriage? Oliver is no Mr. Darcy. And his lovemaking skills seem to be on par with a Hallmark channel movie. Poor Kate.

Sigh, I stopped reading books like this when I was in 8th grade and can't really say why. The stuff I read in 8th grade was waaaaaaay better (think pirates on the high seas- with stowaway wenches or historical epics that actually examined history with some forbidden romance thrown in).