Rosamund (Friarsgate Inheritance Series #1) Book

I hesitate to call this historical fiction, because the setting was so darned generic. It was simply pre-industrial, pre-civil liberties country living that could have taken place any when between roughly the 10th and 19th centuries.

When we get to the actually historical period - the reign of Henry VII, "facts" (some more accurate than others) are dropped in with the subtly of anvils, suggesting the main character has been living in some sort of Brigadoon-like bubble.
There's some melodrama worthy of a silent movie that's all easily resolved very quickly because the antagonists are mustache twirling villains who are easily thwarted by the clever protagonists who might as well wear shiny white hats to show off their Goodness and Virtue.

Nothing feels real here - the setting and the characters feel like painted cardboard in a middle school theater production of Ye Olden Dayes.

The story goes completely off the rails into First Time Fantasy Land wherein the blushing virginal bride is shown all the pleasures of Making Love by her adoring and experienced husband and she quickly goes from not knowing what a penis looks like to Sex Goddess on the turn of a dime.

And then it gets really weird.