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441 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published September 1, 2012
"Easy, luv. Don't stir the devil, or you'll 'ave to pay the consequences."Soooooo, SILLY ME. For some reason, I thought this book was YA so I kept putting it off . . . and off . . . and off . . . even though so many of my GR besties LOVED it.
Hunger and poverty could drive a person to abandon all of their morals.This is the starting point for Honoria and Blade's epic clash of wills and game of cat and mouse seduction.
He smiled and her breath caught. If she had been a normal young woman, without the heavy burden she carried, she might have let her gaze linger. Or if he had been a man instead of a monster.There was lots of sizzling tension between these two, the proud and stubborn Honoria who would do anything for her brother and sister, and the tortured and twisted Blade who wanted nothing more than to get his revenge. The author did a really good job of intertwining their stories within the vibrant, violent world she created for them.
His beautiful emerald eyes were dark chips of obsidian. Nothing human looked back at her.All the while their relationship grows, the greater narrative unravels around them . . . and what a narrative it was! For me, it's rare that the action/adventure of a story is just as good as the romance. This one kept me entertained from beginning to end. Even though the denouement was a bit clichéd, I wholeheartedly admit that I ate it up. I just love a satisfying ending!
Her gaze flickered his way. “You’re staring.”
“Can’t ’elp meself,” he replied. “You were made to be stared at.”
Blade kissed her neck, sliding his fingertips down over the silk of her bodice. He found her nipple and stroked concentric circles around it, slowly tightening the circles until his fingertips barely circled it. Honoria arched beneath him, catlike.
“It’s one of the things I love about you,” he said, burrowing his face in her hair. “You’re proud and stubborn, but you’re so fierce when it comes to your family.” Looking up, he met her startled gaze. “Let down your guard, Honor. Let me in. Let me love you.” He kissed her lips, tasted the sweetness of her breath. “Trust me. I won’t ever ’urt you.”
What did she want of this? A moment of tumbled passion, a few nights of escape from the dreariness of her life? Or more? Someone to love her. Someone to hold her in his arms, to tell her that she was the center of his world. That he would look after her. Someone to trust. Someone to love back.