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326 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published May 26, 2015
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(✓) a BLIND heroine,“She stood, a little unsteadily, true, but on her own two feet. “It’s not my blindness that cripples me, it’s everyone else deciding I can’t live because of my blindness. If I stumble, if I run into things and fall and hurt myself it’s because I can and I’m free to do so, Maximus. Because without that freedom I’m just a dull, chained thing and I won’t be that woman anymore. I simply won’t, Maximus.”
who had a strong, kind, upbeat personality and optimistic view in life.
(✓) a hero with a LIMP,“Somewhere, at some indefinable point, he’d crossed a bridge and the bridge had crumbled behind him. There was no going back. He cared for Lady Phoebe Batten more than anything else in life. More than his family. More than his honor. More than his freedom, should it come to that.”
he was your typical silent, broody, gruff, stoic, expressionless hero who looked, sounded, and acted like nothing fazed him, but deep down he secretly ✧ adored ✧ the heroine.
(✓) he was also an ex-military man of sort and happened to be her BODYGUARD hired by the heroine’s—
(✓) OVERPROTECTIVE brother.
(✓) both MCs had significant AGE GAP. the hero was 31yo (or 33yo, im blinking on this particular detail) and the heroine 21yo virgin.
(✓) in an attempt to escape some danger, they ran away to the hero’s remote hometown. during the travel, they played the FAKE RELATIONSHIP card and *innocently* engaged in some ONE BED action.
(✓) they were far apart in CLASS & SOCIAL STATUS, but together they were quite the GRUMPY/SUNSHINE pair.“I’m not letting you go after this.” He raised his head. “Marry me, Phoebe, please. Damn the courtship. Damn your brother. Damn the waiting. I can’t...I can’t breathe when you’re not with me. I love you with all my cynical heart. Be my wife and teach me to laugh and let me buy you beer and ride with me on the beaches of Cornwall. Be my love and my wife forevermore.”
MEHs
(―) i think that some of the dialogues were skating the edge of cheese-land, but they werent cringey.
(―) for all the suspense and abduction shenanigans, the big reveal and explanation for why they happened was kind of... ridiculous.
(―) we didnt see the initial introduction between the MCs. the story began with them having already established a somewhat friendly, professional guard/client relationship.
NOs
(✗) im being overdramatic with this one, but truly the way the hero ended literally every sentence he spoke to the heroine with “My Lady” grated on my nerves.
(✗) i didnt particularly care for all the parts (there were significant amount) that were given to set up for future installments mostly because i read this as a standalone. whoops.
Trevillion watched Phoebe in the sea, the waves lapping about her ankles. She was laughing, her skirts lifted to her knees, her face shining in the sun, and he wished he could paint the scene. Keep it in his memory always.
Somewhere, at some indefinable point, he'd crossed a bridge and the bridge had crumbled behind him. There was no going back. He cared for Lady Phoebe Batten more than anything else in life. More than his family. More than his honor.
More than his freedom, should it come to that.
Bringing her joy was worth more than any amount of money. He knew – without doubt, without fear – that he would kill for her.
That he would die for her.
It was almost a relief, this realization. He might fight intellectually against it, using all those well-worn arguments: he was too old, she was too young, they were too far apart in class, but it simply didn't matter. His heart had performed a coup d'état over his mind and there was nothing more to be done about it.
He loved Phoebe Batten, now and forevermore.
She stood, a little unsteadily, true, but on her own two feet. “It’s not my blindness that cripples me, it’s everyone else deciding I can’t live because of my blindness. If I stumble, if I run into things and fall and hurt myself it’s because I can and I’m free to do so, Maximus. Because without that freedom I’m just a dull, chained thing and I won’t be that woman anymore. I simply won’t, Maximus.”
…while you may not be a caged bird, neither are you merely a woman. You’re a precious artifact. As long as there are men who wish to steal you, I’ll be right by your side.”
Only when she sighed into his mouth, a small submission, did he whisper against her lips, “I’m tired of you tempting me.”
“I’m not tempting you anymore,” she murmured back, her wet lips brushing his.
He nipped her bottom lip in punishment. “Aren’t you?”
“No,” she whispered. “You’ve given in.”
TREVILLION woke the next morning as he often did: all at once, at exactly six of the clock , and with a stiff cock ...
God, he was a cad.
"You've ruined me. I don't know if I can breathe without you. I don't know how I can ever live without you."
"Then don't." she murmured into the eternal darkness ...
"I'm so lucky you would have me."
Was she more to him now than simply a duty?Big smiles, you guys. Big, BIG smiles. Such a solid read. I loved it!
"I just want to live."Trevillion was just as wonderful; strong, noble, and severe in an edgy way that didn't grate on my nerves. :-)
She was twelve years younger than he and a hundred years more innocent, and the daughter and sister of a duke, fresh, gay, beautiful.And together, they served up everything that makes historical romance great. I devoured every last word.
He had two loaded pistols, a lame leg, and a hard cock to his name.
"Marry me, Phoebe, please. Damn the courtship. Damn your brother. Damn the waiting. I can't... I can't breathe when you're not with me. I love you with all my cynical heart. Be my wife and teach me to laugh and let me buy you beer and ride with me on the beaches of Cornwall. Be my love and my wife forevermore."
"I will," she whispered to him. "Oh, James, I will."