Tuesday, May 5, 2015

*** Review of Wolf Bride by Elizabeth Moss ****



 Well what can I say, this has been one hell of a book. This 
book is set during King Henry's rain. As he conspires to have 
 Queen Anne Boleyn beheaded and we all know how that 
ended. But  Queen Anne had her ladies-in-waiting which one 
of them is Eloise. This is how she became Lady wolf and how
 even though their marriage was an arranged one how the 
fell in love. It also tells what lengths Lord Wolf will go through 
to save his wife form meeting the same fate as Anne. For 
even though he wanted a marriage devoid of love, he still 
had one filled with love. I know I sound like an emotional 
reach when I say have the tissues ready but if a book can 
have me weeping and completely happy by the characters 
life I know the Author pored her heart it to this book and 
made me fell it. I plan to read all the books Mrs Moss writes 
as she is truly a great writer.

I hope you enjoy this book as Much as I did.
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 Hilary Mantel meets Sylvia Day: the first installment in a 
deliciously erotic trilogy, set against the sumptuous backdrop 
of the scandal-ridden Tudor Court.

Bound to him against her will…

Lord Wolf, hardened soldier and expert lover, has come to 
King Henry VIII's court to claim his new bride: a girl who has 
intrigued him since he first saw her riding across the 
Yorkshire moors.

Eloise Tyrell, now lady-in-waiting to Queen Anne Boleyn, has 
other ideas. She has no desire to submit to a man she barely 
knows and who-though she is loath to admit it-frightens her 
more than a little.

Their first kiss awakens in both a fierce desire that bares 
them to the soul. But as the court erupts into scandal around the ill-fated Queen, Eloise sees firsthand what happens when powerful men tire of their wives...


“Let’s have a kiss to seal your oath,” Wolf said shortly, and 
bent his head to hers.

Eloise had thought Lord Wolf would give her a token kiss, like 
that given by a bridegroom after the marriage vows had been
 exchanged. Some cold and bloodless meeting of lips to 
remind her that she belonged to him now. But his mouth took 
hers with a kiss of such ardent fervor she could barely stand 
beneath it, her hands clinging to his shoulders. She was 
dazed, her body under assault, not expecting the wave of 
violent passion that swept through her in the wake of his embrace.

His kiss was bold and darkly possessive. Lord Wolf was sure 
of her acquiescence, she realized with a shock. Nor was he 
wrong. Eloise found her lips parting beneath his, her tiny 
gasp an opportunity for his tongue to slip inside.

Seeming to sense her surrender, he lifted her slightly, 
pressing her against the cold stone wall, just as Simon had 
done, and lowered his head again to claim her lips.

He tasted of heat and long summer nights, his scent as well 
as his hands enticing her closer, reminding her of spice and 
oranges. She had meant to resist, but it was impossible. His 
tongue traced slowly along her lower lip, then dipped back 
inside, stroking and flickering, promising the kind of sensual 
pleasures she had only dreamt of before in the privacy of her bed.

In a few ecstatic seconds, she had forgotten Simon’s boyish, 
enthusiastic kisses. This was beyond mere physical desire. 
His body weighted strongly against hers, he no longer 
needed to hold her still. His mouth teased and played her, 
one hand cupping her face, the other stroking her long hair.

Eloise moaned under his kiss, her eyes closing with 
pleasure. She felt new worlds opening up as he touched her, parts of herself suddenly springing to life under his hands. 
Her breasts tingled in a way she barely recognized, her 
nipples taut, pushing against the neckline of her gown. 
Between her thighs a strangely sweet ache had begun to 
throb, her flesh there slick with unaccustomed longing.

Eloise drew back, turning her head away so he could not kiss 
her again. “Please,” she whispered.

His gaze followed her, heavy-lidded with desire. “Please yes, 
or please no?”


 
~*~*~ Elizabeth Moss ~*~*~
 
 

Born into a literary family, Elizabeth Moss lives with her husband and five children
 in South-West England, and is a keen countryside walker.
She writes fun and sexy historical romances.
She also writes award-winning fiction as Victoria Lamb.
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