We are reading historical romances with happily ever after endings? In real life, these people would be pasty faced and homely marrying equally homely somewhat distant cousins.
We're kind of throwing reality out the window as so as we buy them. And as far as the graphic nature of the sex, well, bring it on is what I say. I mean, sure, in reality she probably should have been sipping straight cranberry juice throughout the story because I nearly got a sympathy UTI at some of the heavy pounding she was taking.
But I still thought it was hot. And what a great couple. I thought it got a bit schmaltzy at the end -- I love you, I love you, I love you And I understand why as a plot device she had to be in that condition, but I'd say that it was likely the end of the whole heavy pounding business at that point. So back to pure fantasy -- this is a terrific romance if you like the characters to have a lot of interaction, the heroes to be protective and possessive, and the sex to be frequent and hot.
Bionic Bunnies Coupling By Kindle Customer First, I want to say that I don't want to ruin any readers who plan to read this book in the future by any spoilers--so you have been warned. This book is Erotica first and foremost.
So if you purchase thinking you are getting a Historical Romance well I give the book 3. This book is a first for me in that instaneously the hero and heroine meet as strangers and begin having sex I did laugh several times throughout reading the book but not at any humor in the story but because of the outrageousness of the sex scenes and the behavior of the hero and heroine.
Don't expect any deep character development in this book, it is a very light read, a fast read and worthy of my time only because of the silliness of the hero's humongous winky Readers, I just have to mention this isn't possible in reality and if the feats of the hero were to be beleived well then his winky would be an instant, natural birth control tool--aborting any possible baby created with each coupling between the pair.
The author had the body parts worded correctly but apparently doesn't understand how they truly work--there is a reason a cervix is a cervix- it is not for a man's pleasure but to seal off the womb upon conception and protect the unborn baby-- Not a deep read but kept me curious as to what absurd sex scene the author would create next.
It made me chuckle more then once hence the 3. Oh my YES! By genivieve I having been battling some numb and boring romance novels lately. This is what I have been looking for! I loved the characters BUT I love the sex scenes even more. So much so I had to reread them three more times. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
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Thank you for staying. You are patience personified. Of all the times for you to be in Italy! And wait until you hear who is at the center of it all. I daresay you shall never guess. For until his engagement, he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors in England.
Have you guessed? It is none other than the very man who you had once hoped to match with your daughter. Yes, Mr. Matthew Morgan Hawkmore! Oh, Henrietta, where shall I begin? Hawkmore never took to your Amarantha. Had he, you would now be embroiled in a scandal from which you would never recover. Never, I tell you! It turns out that the rich, handsome, charming, and popular Mr. Hawkmore is a bastard! And to make matters ever so much worse, his real father was a gardener!
And the whole thing came to light in a most shocking and unseemly way. You remember from my last letter that Mr. The woman had in her possession some letters that revealed the truth of Mr. Yes, she wrote the letters that damned her bastard son and herself! One was actually printed, my dear, and spread all over London. He held her in his intense gaze. The heavy lock of his hair had fallen forward.
He shook his head. And when he began to yield, she took the lead, luxuriating in his responses—the press of his body, the tightening of his arms, the deep moan he breathed into her mouth. They started slowly, but as the distant music swelled, he whirled and turned her over the dampened grass.
Did he follow? She hoped he did. But then why did she run? Why did she hide? Her body hummed. She pushed away from the statue.
He closed the distance between them. He was so amazingly handsome. I don't believe in lasting relationships, he'd said. She shouldn't allow it. But how could she resist what she wanted so desperately herself? She shut out cold logic and followed her heart. Why was his embrace such heaven?
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