This is just a flat out fuck fest between a man, a woman, and their beloved puppy dog. It's a circular tale of lust gone wrong amidst the tall grasses in a field somewhere near what looks to be a fence. His chiseled face and gritty attitude, her unspeakable beauty and coy demeanor, and the dogs intense, collared S&M desires result in an Autumn Conquest that no one will soon forget.
It's already understood that you're sucked into this complex saga, so I won't bother with the rest of my review...mostly because I figured it all out from the book cover, but here are some steamy passages to keep you piqued before you eventually purchase the book through Amazon.
"She's still my wife,' Luke said calmly.
'That's easily remedied,' Perry Snapped.
Luke smiled at him with the insolent arrogance which could enrage a saint, but he made no answer. Instead he looked at Sara, the grey eyes resting briefly on Perry's arm around her waist, then moving up to her flushed, tear-stained face.
'I'll see you at the funeral,' he said drily."
"She glanced past him at the open front door. Luke stood there, on his own home ground, his dark head wearing the barbaric look of a powerful Emperor in this new world. A primitive sensation of sheer panic thrust through her. Had she made a mistake, after all?"
"Luke caught Sara's arm and turned her to face him. 'Don't ignore me, Sara! I've told you before, I will not have it.'
'Let go of my arm,' she said icily.
His eyes flashed. 'Don't use that tone with me!'
'Don't you manhandle me, then!"
"She turned and ran upstairs without answering. Luke came after her, leaping the stairs two at a time. On the landing he caught her arm and held her prisoner.
'Sara, what's the matter? You change from hour to hour. I'm confused. Last night I had the feeling I was getting through to you, but this afternoon you've been as distant as ever..."
"I wanted nothing of the sort,' she protested.
'All right,' he said, 'what did you want? Tell me that.'
'I wanted to see you more than once a week,' she flung, her eyes bitter with unshed tears. 'I wanted a husband who came home to dinner, who took me to the theatre, who was a companion..."
"Before she could finish her sentence Perry had jerked her down into his arms and began to kiss her, one hand stroking her hair, loosening it from the diamond clip so that it fell in shining folds around her face.
'Perry, stop it,' she mumbled, struggling. 'I've got to tell you...I'm sorry, but..."
Holy balls! That is completely intense and I am sitting here wondering just how the hell it all turns out. I mean, I think I've known love and desire, but these three just take it to a level I had no idea existed. I'm like the Highlights magazine version of love and desire and this is like some trifecta of Bill Cosby, Courtney Love and Marmaduke all rolled up into one tangy, sticky, sweet fruit roll-up. I'm afraid of what I'll find if I unroll it, so I'll just take a few more delicious bites and gobble it all up as quickly as I can, knowing that I won't feel this sort of passion until I find another Harlequin Romance to sate my passionless existence.
I'm sweating a lot. Can someone please open up a window?
Oh what do we have here? An order form? I do love me some history and when that history comes wrapped up inside the embrace of lovers, even better. Where'd I put that pen of mine?
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