A Singular Woman

I’ll admit, I rolled my eyes when I saw another Regency-era whodunit riding on a reformed thief’s redemption arc. But *A Singular Woman* made me eat those words—not with a spoonful of sugar, but with a knife to the throat of my expectations. Wolf isn’t some brooding nobleman with a moral compass; he’s a thief who inherited a title and a murder, and his struggle to outthink both his enemies and his own instincts is what makes this story sing. The mystery is tight, the red herrings are *fishy* in the best way, and the world-building? Impeccable. Pembroke’s crumbling estates and London’s gaslit alleys feel lived-in, not sketched in. Eva’s narration is the secret sauce here. She doesn’t just voice the characters—she *inhabits* them. Wolf’s growl of a voice is all swagger and scars, while the aristocratic snobs sound like they’ve never once cracked a smile. My only gripe? The final act’s reveal felt a tad too tidy, like a bow tied on a box that shouldn’t have been opened. But Eva’s performance turned what could’ve been a forgettable Regency fluff piece into a deliciously tense listen. If you’re sick of formulaic cozies and craving a mystery where the hero’s just as likely to pick a pocket as a lockpick, this is your audiobook.