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360 pages, Paperback
First published April 3, 2012
There are a handful of authors that can get a 5 part series commitment from me (here's looking at you Leigh Bardugo;Brandon Sanderson; S. T. Abby), sadly, Sylvia Day is not one of them. Ergo, I'm DNFing this baby.
Gideon and Eva are the epitome of everything I dislike about rich angsty book characters. Shallow and immature with no redeeming factors.
Aaaannd, I'm out
“There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.”
“Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything.”
“He wasn’t just beautiful; he was… enthralling. He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking.”
“There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.”
“Eva.” He sighed and shoved a hand through his hair. “I spend a quarter of every day inside you. When you set limits outside that I can’t help but see them as arbitrary.”
“You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly. “I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I won’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.”
The Review (MY LOVE LETTER)
"Damn it. My eyes closed. Gideon Cross. I thought the name suited him. It
was as sexy and elegantly masculine as the man himself."
"I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. That sexy length was the crowning touch of bad-boy allure over the successful businessman, like whipped cream topping on a hot-fudge brownie sundae."
"I caught a glimpse of his wrist at the end of his cuff and for some crazy reason the sight of that small expanse of golden skin with its light dusting of dark hair arrested my attention. He was just so...............…male."
"I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on."
"A ghost of a smile touched his lips and made him impossibly more handsome. Dear God.......…"
"The man had talented hands, confident and skilled, and he took what he wanted with them"
"I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t and had nearly waited too long."
"ll be clear and say there won’t be any other men for you, Eva.” A shiver moved through me at the blunt finality in his tone and the iciness of his gaze.
"There wasn’t an ounce of excess flesh on him anywhere, just hard slabs of honed muscle. He had washboard abs and that super sexy V of muscle on his pelvis that Cary called the Loin of Apollo.
Gideon didn’t wax his chest like Cary did, but he groomed with the same care he showed to the rest of his body. He was pure primal male, the embodiment of everything I coveted, fantasized about, and wished for."
"His features were harsh with lust, his skin stretched tight over his cheekbones and jaw. His eyes were so dark and dilated they were black, and I knew I was staring into the face of a man who’d passed the limits of his control."
“You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly.
“I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I won’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.”
“I’ll make us coffee, while you get dressed.”
He finished his coffee and I held out my hand for his mug, but he bypassed me and rinsed it out himself. Another mortal task that made him seem accessible, less of a fantasy I’d never have a chance of holding on to.
“Hmm?” He kissed the end of my nose and ran his hands down my arms.
“I’m not the type you usually go for, am I?” His brow arched.
“I have one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s it.”
Gideon pressed his lips to my temple and murmured,
“Yes.” He hugged me.
“You’re so brave, Eva. So strong and honest. You’re a miracle. My miracle.”
He rubbed his cheek against my damp face.
“I must’ve wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true”.
“You’re definitely trying to kill me. Are you wearing the garters again?” Pulling the hem of my skirt up, I showed him where the top of my black silk stockings hooked to my black lace garter belt.
His muttered curse made me smile.
“Oh, boy.” My nose wrinkled.
“Hello, Mr. Comfortable. I’m Miss Complicated.” His grin flashed.
“Never a dull moment.”
"Don’t ever apologize for being yourself with me.
It’s what I want. I want to be your safe place, Gideon"
"I need to hang on to you for a while.”
“I need to be held.”
“Excuse me,” I said from the threshold of the room. “I’m looking for Gideon Cross, the man who doesn’t have romance in his repertoire.” He grinned sheepishly, a boyish smile so at odds with the mature sexuality of his bared body. “I don’t think about it that way. I just try to guess what might please you, and then I give it a shot and hope for the best.”
“I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.
“Make love to me,” he begged in a breathless whisper.
“Make love with me. Touch me, angel. Put your hands on me.”
Tears coursed down my temples.
“I love you, Gideon.”
“Please …” His eyes squeezed shut.
“I love you.”
I straightened and Gideon sat up and wrapped himself around me. He took me back down to the floor, where he buried his face in my throat and cried until dawn"
"I want you here.”
“I want to be here.” He paused beside me.
“Can I hold you?” I turned into him and squeezed him hard. “Please.”
“I am home.” He caught me from behind and buried his face in my soaked hair.
“I’m with you.”
IND: Now, that takes us right back to when we visited last April for a few minutes. You were on the verge of publishing a book independently, “Bared to You”, and you were very excited about the fact that it would be indie! Tell us what happened?
SD: Yeah, well........ WOW! I think it struck a chord with readers and it struck that chord because it was personal to me. It was written just for myself, with only myself in mind. Had I written it for a traditional publisher, there are some elements in there that they might have toned down or not included so it could be considered as commercial as they need. I think readers responded to the rawness, though.
IND: How do you react to those who say you are just riding the coattails of “50 Shades..” with this book?
SD: There really is no way to respond to that. I don’t get defensive over it. If people take the time to look at when things are released, how long it takes to write a book, things like that. They would understand it would be impossible. By the time “50 Shades” made its first appearance, my book was already on shelves. It’s just one of those freak things.
Anyone who reads romance knows that there are particular tropes that are common and these two books do share some of those tropes. If someone has only read these two books, then I understand how they could get them mixed up but once they start reading more and more romance books, they will find that there are a lot of tortured millionaire heroes, a lot of heroines who have just graduated from college.... so yeah, they’ll see with any genre of fiction, there are certain elements that are pretty much transcendent through that particular genre. That’s why it is a particular genre - there are recognizable features.
❝I've always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.❞