I will make you look. Her bed? Thoughts of her dream scattered as she sat up and glanced around her room. Now she was here—and alone. She sighed. When had Matthew returned her to her room? Though the window curtains were drawn, she could see gray daylight peeking from between them. The clock chimed.
It was eleven thirty in the morning. She looked at the other side of her bed. The linens were undisturbed. Falling back against her pillows, she stretched as a sensual languor came over her. She shivered as she remembered the way he had forced orgasm after orgasm from her—with his hand, with his tongue, and with the vigorous thrusting of his cock in her mouth. Tilting her head back, she touched her throat.
Her mouth watered just at the thought. There was something about the feel of his firm flesh filling her mouth that set her on fire. With a long sigh, she turned on her side and stared at the thread of light between the curtains. She felt awakened. As if she suddenly held the key to a chamber of secret and unthought-of pleasures—a chamber that had always resided within her, but was only accessible through Matthew.
She frowned. He had only asked for one night. Yet his words had implied, over and over, that last night was only the beginning. She sat up again and, shoving her hands through her curls, closed her eyes for a moment.
One night—or two or three—what did it matter? Nothing, after all, was forever. Throwing back her sheets, she rose from bed. As she slipped her arms into the sleeves of her dressing gown, her gaze fell upon her cello.
Leaning in its stand in preparation for her practice, it faced her, its upper sound holes looking at her like two unblinking eyes. For a moment, she was struck with the odd notion that it had been watching her. It was a silly thought, but the flutter of disquiet that moved through her was palpable.
Normally, she would have been practicing by now, especially since she was due to play that evening. She bit her lower lip. Only, she felt no urgency to play. In fact, as she continued to stare into the blank face of her instrument, her only emotion was a sort of dull resentment. Shoving aside her odd feelings, she glanced again at the clock. Though the hour was late, she could still practice for a full two hours before her visit with her sister.
Turning away from her instrument, Patience worked the tiny buttons of her dressing gown as she crossed to the hearth.
But as she rounded the big chair, she drew to a sudden halt. Sitting on a table beside the freshly fed fire sat a tea tray laden with a small china teapot and teacup. A demure little sugar bowl and pitcher of cream sat beside a cut glass dish of marmalade and butter. I have read a few books with BDSM in them and it was tastefully done and never did the heroine come off as being demeaned in the act at all, but this was just too much and again I never got the feeling of the love he professed he felt for her.
It's hard not comment and compare the two books, but Patience lacked the love and intensity that Passion had. The sex scenes between Mark and Passion were in your face out there, but behind them you felt the emotions that drove them With Matthew and Patience I felt as though because we knew they were the hero and heroine and was destined to be together, that they just were I am sorry to say but this book was a letdown, I am sure that Lisa worked long and hard on it but it crashed and burned before lift off!
Lovin' Me Some Patience! Now, having brutally learned their lesson, neither is interested in repeating their previous pain but thankfully there's an undeniable pull that draws these two fated beings together.
And once in each others arms, their well fortified walls begin crumble as if so much dust. An incomparable beauty, Patience Emmalina Dare is coveted by all the male members of the ton. As they preen, peck and squawk their candidacy as potential suitors, they know not that their efforts fall upon deaf ears for Patience has no desire to belong to any man.
Instead, her heart - her everything - belongs to her cello and the music she persuades from its strings for you see, her instrument could never forsake her, can never ever leave her thus providing the perfect guard against any who contrive to poach upon her love. However, despite Patience's instrumental guard, she also recognizes a deep-seeded yearning for one man that has the very real potential to obliterate all that she is but the secrets he dangles before her are utter temptation and they have her leaping for a glimpse of the freedom he offers.
Matthew Morgan Hawkmore, formally the second son of an earl but now a known bastard and recent social pariah of the ton, is grasping with white knuckles to the remaining pieces of his former life that he can still call his own. But there are those that would glory at seeing his financial demise and none is more hungry for that than Archibald Benchley - the Earl of Benchley and Matthew's would be father-in-law if news of his bastard birth had never made light.
Accused of withholding his bastardy from "good society", Matthew has been snubbed by those he had once called friends and now to have his name and his honor slandered atop of the fierce financial crush that Benchley has heaped upon him, the desire for revenge has him swirling in an all encompassing darkness of anger and hatred.
There is only one light capable of piercing through the black that is now Matthew's tarnished soul and that is Patience. Her goodness and her light calls to him, beckoning with sensual promise as well as soothing acceptance. It's really no surprise that from an early age, Matthew recognized and cultivated a burning need and desire to sexually dominate.
With evidence of his already controlling nature, his role as a sexual dominant is no coincidence for he's a man that inherently seeks control - needs control - and in his current uncontrollable and crumbling world this unequivocal need to dominate gravitates him on a very primal level towards Patience. As if viewing a mirror image of himself, Matthew recognizes a deep-seeded and complicated pain within her and his reaction to it is fierce.
Ultimately, Matthew desperately craves Patience's absolute surrender; to strip her of all her fortified walls, crumble her resistance, and tear asunder the pain that has burdened her so greatly. Perhaps by unleashing and healing Patience, Matthew can heal his own dark pain and the only way he knows how to do this is by requiring her complete and utter submission.
Patience, nervous and unsure of the submission Matthew is demanding, follows him with a tentative trust. No man has ever demanded anything of her and while she should be affronted by his commands, instead Matthew brings to light a curious feeling that she's never before felt; one that awakens a previously dormant and unknown faucet of her nature that ultimately causes her to grasp hold of it with desperate hands and an aching heart.
Soon, Patience finds solace in her submissive bonds. She no longer has to control her thoughts or maintain her strict independence for in truth they're not her nature. She was meant to be a nurturer, a calm example but instead she became closed off, seemingly un-needing of anyone but her cello.
For years Patience has unknowingly forced herself into something she's not and with Matthew's help she's released from these constricting bonds of her own making and instead basks in the silken bonds of his dominance. However, while Patience unveils hidden aspects of her personality, hauntingly painful moments in her past, as well as gifted Matthew with her complete trust, he's hidden a plan from her that could potentially tear apart their burgeoning relationship.
His revenge scheme for his enemy, Archibald Bentley, has escalated to such a high degree that Matthew recognizes no moral bounds. It's kill or be killed in his mind and he has every intention of beating Benchley to the punch despite the fact that his conscience is saying he's wrong. There's strong evidence of this because Matthew does his absolute best to make sure that Patience is kept completely in the dark from his nefarious plotting.
She is everything that is good and beautiful in his world and to make his plans known to her would only spell his doom. Instead, Matthew is so twisted with anger and hatred that he becomes nearly blinded by the revenge he seeks rather than the cling to the love he's already been given by the woman that longs to lighten his world.
Instead, the novel is compellingly unique and held its own superbly against its famous predecessor. That accomplishment in and of itself is rare and quite splendid. Bravo Ms. If you love intense romance with graphic sex, x-rated language, an uber alpha hero who also happens to be a sexual dominant, and a complex heroine who lives and breathes to submit to her hero, than PATIENCE is the historical romance for you.
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