The fifth book in the Twelve Dancing Princesses Series
ISBN: 978-1-62420-143-1
Author: Christine Young
Email: aandcyoung@aol.com
Genre: Historical
Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 2
Book Heat Level: 3
REVIEW:
Reviewed by Kinky Vanilla
http://www.kinkyvanillaromance.blogspot.com/
By all accounts, Storm Graham is brazen, strong-willed, and beautiful. She despises her father and loves her horses. So when Storm discovers that her father has signed a contract that forces her (and her horses) into the hands of one of the region's wealthiest and most despicable bachelors, she does not take it lying down.
By all accounts, Storm Graham is brazen, strong-willed, and beautiful. She despises her father and loves her horses. So when Storm discovers that her father has signed a contract that forces her (and her horses) into the hands of one of the region's wealthiest and most despicable bachelors, she does not take it lying down.
After evaluating her options, she determines that her
best bet is to convince the region's wealthiest bachelor to marry her. She
believes that Hadden Johnston's money and power can protect her from the evil
clutches of Charles Robertson (and his father). In return, she can offer her
interest in the family's horse and brewery businesses. The problem? Hadden and
Storm are merely business acquaintances and neither is really interested in
getting married.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Storm
has nothing to lose by proposing marriage. Well, maybe a little pride. And
Hadden knows all too well the ugliness that lurks in Charles' mind. How could
he not try to intervene on her behalf? Combine that with the sparks of
attraction between Hadden and Storm, and you'll end up with a marriage of
convenience that had me wanting my own Hadden.
"This is an
outrageous game you're playing Miss Graham. But I do understand how loathsome
marrying Charles would be. I wouldn't wish it on my best friend and for some
reason I've a need to protect you." -
Hadden Johnston
Rich, powerful, and cruel, Charles is also not one to
take things lying down...
Storm's Passion is a fast-paced, easy-to-read novel.
I read it over a weekend. Luckily for us readers, the marriage turns out to be
more than Hadden and Storm bargained for. They have a chemistry that is fun to
read and watch grow. Storm isn't the stereotypical damsel in distress. She is a
heroine that you really get behind and pull for as the story plays out.
I think that Storm's Passion is a great choice for
people who enjoy historical romance stories. I must admit, I was a little
thrown off by the book cover at first. It didn't really scream historical
romance to me. But don't let all that hunkiness fool you. The book is set in
England in 1818.
I look forward to reading more of Christine Young's
work.
SHE
MADE A PROPOSAL...
Life
strikes Storm Graham a shattering blow when she learns her father has bartered
her to a man she detests. Storm is beautiful, self–assured and fiercely
independent, and refuses to be a pawn in her father’s schemes, yet she can find
no way out of this bargain made in hell. Going on the offensive she asks the
wealthiest man on the eastern coast of England to marry her, never believing
she might fall in love.
HE
TRIED TO REFUSE...
For
Hadden Johnston life has provided everything he ever wanted, including a
sanctuary for homeless children. He is wealthy, handsome and happily
unencumbered...until stunning Storm Graham marches into his life and proposes a
marriage of convenience. Yet this type of marriage to a woman who inflames his
senses is far from acceptable. If he’s going to be tied down, he will move
heaven and earth to have this woman warming his bed.
EXCERPT
“Did you or did you not set out to
seduce me?” he queried, laughing a bit inside but relishing her innocence.
“Yes, yes I did,” she told him.
Her honesty might just be his
undoing. “What if I told you your plan was a success? Consider me thoroughly
seduced and ready for your next plot.”
“Oh, I don’t have one.” She lowered
her lashes before looking back to him.
He bent over and kissed her, their
lips melding together. Take it slow. Don’t scare her. You don’t want her to
tell you to stop. He groaned, bloody hell that would be hard. For a moment,
he wished she did have an agenda because he bloody well wasn’t sure about his.
His tongue traced the seam of her
lips, parting them slightly. They’d been down this road before, and he hoped
she remembered the other kisses, sweet poignant kisses but innocent as hell.
Smiling when he heard a tiny moan of
pleasure, he deepened the kiss. His hands around her waist, he pulled her
closer, and the feel of her breasts against his chest sent a funnel cloud of
heat coursing through him.
Sensations so deep he’d never felt
anything like these flowed inside. Spreading his hand on her back, he waited
for another response as his tongue reached inside her mouth, tasting her,
exploring.
She ran her fingers through his hair
then tugged his head closer before releasing him and their first contact.
“Is this how seduction feels?” Her
warm breath feathered across his cheek.
When he looked down, he saw breasts
and shadowed, titillating cleavage. Deep evocative sensations pulsed through
him. He moved his hand from her waist across her bared shoulder, the contrast
mercuric. The urge to dip his finger into the valley between her breasts
overpowered common sense. She’d purposely designed the dress for him, for his
touch. She was lush and ripe, and he realized she was not protesting as he had
expected.
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