I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
I nealry finished this one.
But somewhere along the way it became just too silly.
It is no real regency romance. At least it doesn't have the feel to it.
I would recommend to do some research before writing a novel set in a different time. Culture changes, you know.
And it might be a small detail, but irked me nonetheless: in Regency/Victorian/Bel epoque what ever times, it would have been considered highly improper for a gentleman to touch a young and unmarried lady's face in public. A time when you had to leave a door open and be in plain sight if you talked to a person of the other gender.
In this novel the hero constantly touches not only the heroine but also his supposed to be affianced.
The feel was more a contemporary. And not an especially good one.