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Love, Come to Me book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Bewildered, startled, she felt his lips against hers, tasting her. Love, Come To Me By Lisa Kleypas - FictionDB. Cover art, synopsis, sequels, reviews, awards, publishing history, genres, and time period. Home · Love, Come to Me Author: Lisa Kleypas Come Love Me · Read more · Come Back to Me. Read more · Come to Me · Read more · Come Back to Me.
Lucinda Caldwell never meant to fall into a freezing cold ice lake and find herself drowning. It was just supposed to be a shortcut home to surprise her father after visiting family. But He. But Heath could be the end of her reputation and her engagement. Heath is a man of many secrets and Lucy wants to break through them. Still Heath is incredibly charming and this book made me kind of wish to experience what it was like living back then.
The room was lit by the cheerful blaze of an open-grate woodstove. Lucy could see its warmth but could not feel it. Her teeth chattered audibly, complementing the animated crackle of the flames. He smiled slightly, dropping an armload of quilts into a nearby chair.
Miss Lucinda Caldwell. I need you to help me. Let me turn you onto your back. Make this easier for me, Lucy, and turn over. Yes, just like that. She cringed away from him as she realized what he was doing. No man had ever undressed her before.
With an effort, she tamped down the instinct to struggle against him. Deftly her dress, the fashionable bustle, the collapsible crinoline, and all of her petticoats were removed. Several buttons popped off her boots, making Heath swear under his breath as they rattled across the floor. The laces of her stays were soaked and impossible to untie.
Grimacing, he drew a bowie knife with a clipped point from his vest and cut the cords. The boned material gave way and the corset expanded, causing Lucy to gasp feebly as knifelike pains seemed to slide through her ribs.
Heath paused only a split second before hooking his fingers underneath the straps of her dripping camisole. Her body went even more rigid, which hardly seemed possible. This had to be a nightmare.
That was the only explanation for what was happening to her. She thought she heard a soft intake of breath, but the sound might have been the rustle of the quilts that he proceeded to wrap her in. He cocooned her in them tightly, so that nothing except her head was visible.
The cold was settling in at her joints, causing her to groan in agony and harden her knees and elbows against it.
Picking up her swaddled form easily, Heath sat down in a chair by the fire, cradling her in a solid grip. Even through the blankets she could feel that his arms were rock-hard. I was ducking some sharpshooters and landed myself in an iced-over pond. His arms tightened around her quivering body, holding her still.
Lucy thought that if her circumstances had been a little less dire, she would have died of shock. But no matter who or what he was, it felt good to be held so tightly, anchored, and protected from the cold. She had been raised strictly on the doctrine that drinking was evil and led to all kinds of immoral behavior, especially in women. Open your mouth. Easily he wedged the neck of the flask between her lips and tilted it upwards, filling her mouth with a noxious flood of whiskey.
She swallowed and choked, then swallowed again, until the pit of her stomach was burning with the fire of it. He took the flask away. Coughing, Lucy glared up at him and fought to catch her breath.
I want that dress!
Kleeypas or dutifully firm and unwavering This hero was so perfect, so delicious, so wonderful that I almost became light headed from sighing so much. The story is very heavily character-driven with very little plot.
To view it, click here. I really liked this book. It made me sad for him and made me wish Kleypas wrote a book for him.
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