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327 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 4, 2017
Looking at him felt like the answer to a question Courtenay had been asking for as long as he could remember.
"I never want to forget what you look like right now ... You look like you belong to me."
Love was somebody aiming a pistol at your heart while you sat there and acted like it was perfectly fine.
Every breath brought him into acute danger of one of his limbs meeting one of Courtenay’s. And that was a fate he ardently hoped would not come to pass, for reasons he chose not to dwell on.
–and–
He had arrived where he was by making a study of how people responded to everything he did, by calibrating his every decision—from the cut of his coat to the company he kept—to achieve a favorable reaction from society. And it had worked.
It had been years since anyone had thought to defend him, even longer since he had believed he merited any kind of defense. And having a man like Medlock—stuffy, prim Medlock—take one’s part made it worth even more.
–and–
For some reason—likely his own perverse nature—Medlock's criticism delighted Courtenay almost as much as his stingy scraps of praise.
–and–
If he went long enough without thinking about it, the memories would fade, or at least be covered up by more layers of protective varnish, and it would be like it never happened in the first place.
Love was somebody aiming a pistol at your heart while you sat there and acted like it was perfectly fine.
–and–
Falling in love wasn’t like a bird hatching from an egg, for all both events were rather messy and fraught with vulnerability.
–and–
Yes, that was how it was when your soul was in pieces and somebody else had one of them. Only when you were together would the pieces fit into place and become whole.
–and–
You can’t possibly mean to kiss me. I’m revolting.” Please kiss me.
“You aren’t. And even if you were, you’d be other things too.”
It was a gentle kiss, the sort of patient and meandering kiss Courtenay liked and Julian had never understood before. It wasn’t a prelude to fucking, it wasn’t even a prelude to a more thorough kiss. It was a conversation, without the burden of words. Please, Julian wanted to say. Let me try again. Julian’s heart felt full of something terrifying, something more dangerous than anything he had ever thought possible. And he didn’t care. He was throwing himself into an abyss he couldn’t even see, and that was fine, at least for the duration of the kiss.
There was nothing safe about Courtenay, not when Julian’s desire for him was so drastically out of proportion to what he was used to.
Julian Medlock is a paragon of respectability. He’s spent years cultivating his proper and correct persona, ensuring that he’s respected by everyone of the ton. But when Julian’s sister asks him for a favor, he’s unable to refuse even though he really wants to. Because revamping the image of the shameless rake, Lord Courtenay, the man he despises but also fiercely desires, is not something Julian wants to do. Soon Courtenay makes him yearn to lose all his appropriateness, to lose himself in his arms, but Julian has a secret, one that would make the very man he’s started to fall for, hate him.
Courtenay was well out of his depths. In the past he had generally preferred warm, affectionate sorts of people. Medlock was made of ice and thorns, venom and gunpowder. It ought to be hard to get anywhere near him, let alone fall into love with Medlock. But it hadn’t been hard at all, had it? It had been as easy as breathing.
Lord Courtenay has spent years seeking pleasure and scandal, uncaring of what others thought of him. And after the publication of a risqué novel, who everyone believes is based on him, he finds himself ostracized by society and unable to see his beloved nephew. And the only way to improve his reputation is to give himself over to the primmest and dull person in London, Julian Medlock. But before longs he learns Julian is anything but dull and he starts to yearn for a connection he doesn’t deserve.
Looking at him felt like the answer to a question Courtenay had been asking for as long as he could remember, a question that wasn’t formed with words.
I’m in love with this book! All the feels from hatred to reluctant lust to the intense emotions neither knew how to deal with.
“You look like you belong to me.” It was half a lie, because Courtenay knew that he belonged to Julian.
Or maybe it was all the same thing.
I also love how different the heroes were, Julian so proper and reserved and Courtenay a disreputable rake who’s so open and passionate. I love how Courtenay made Julian experience emotions he never understood in others before and how he made him happy and more relaxed. And I loved how Julian made Courtenay realise he wasn’t the villain, that he was a good man with a good heart, worthy of love. I especially loved how Julian fought for Courtenay, how he stood up for him against those who judged him and treated him badly like his mother.
If Julian had ever thought he understood the faintest, sorriest thing about love, he now knew he was wrong. Love was somebody aiming a pistol at your heart while you sat there and acted like it was perfectly fine because you trusted them.
I loved all the angst, wondering if these two could have the HEA they deserved. They clearly loved each other, but both had some issues and was afraid to act on what they were feeling at first. The sexy times were very hot and I just loved every moment.
“Because you’re my favorite person,” Julian said simply.
I am so loving this series and this was another wonderful installment. If you’re a fan of m/m romances with historical settings then this series is not to be missed. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.