4.5 stars rounded up
Oh, this book. This book puts the romance in historical romance… sigh. What a treasure!
I neeed more books like this. The first night, I stayed up past my bedtime, reading. The next few nights, I stopped reading before I wanted to just to draw out the pleasure and s a v o r. Not fair that we have to sometimes skim through 400-page books, wishing for a tighter plot and better editing, only to find a 185-page gem and wish for another 200 pages 😩
Highly recommended to all historical romance fans, and anyone who appreciates an author who can craft wonderful characters, a plot that weaves its way into your heart like the threads of a tapestry, and simultaneously makes you yearn, pine, smile, and believe in true, meant-to-be love.
4.5 stars instead of 5 because there was no epilogue and I would have loved a glimpse into their future.
(Read for free on KU and went online to purchase a print copy. Found a brand new, affordable hardcover version for my library – score!)
Perhaps his mind was not working properly either, though he had made a valiant effort to be rational. He stopped her whisperings with his mouth, urgent now and abandoned to passion. And then somehow they were on the grass together, just out of range of the tree roots, ravaging each other’s mouth while their hands roamed and explored with fevered intensity. He pulled up her skirts, and she could feel him fumbling with the buttons at the waist of his pantaloons. And then, as he moved over her, he looked into her eyes, and they both paused. Not to stop entirely. They were too deep into passion for that. But to still the worst of the frenzy, to know what it was they were about to do, to know each other. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, a moment of peace at the heart of the storm. His dark eyes had depths she had never seen in them before. His hair was ruffled. “Anna, my love,” he said. She lifted her hand and cupped it about one of his cheeks. “Reggie,” she murmured back to him.