Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review: The Consumation by Shay Savage

The Consummation
(Unexpected Circumstances #3)
by Shay Savage
Genre: Historical
Release Date: 28 June, 2016

With steady patience, Sir Branford teaches his young wife the pleasures that are to be found in their marital chambers. Though still unsure of herself, Alexandra begins to open herself to the possibilities of her new life. As Branford expresses his desire to have more than a simple political marriage, Alexandra begins to see a brand new side of her husband.
Alexandra soon discovers there is more to being Sir Branford’s wife that sharing his bed. When the lives of nobles rest in her hands, she finally begins to understand the importance of her position in the court and in her husband’s life.

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As per the title, this is the book that we finally get to read the most anticipated sex scene. Phew! Finally after going through with the foreplay for the past two book, it finally happened and Branford definitely did not disappoint. 

Apart from the sexy bits that gotten really hot between this newly wed couple, I'm glad to finally see some growth in Alexandra's character. Sometimes she still drives me crazy with her submission, but there are a few moments here that she starts growing some balls and show her assertion. Way to go, woman. I have some high hope for her.

The ending will intriguing though and left me questioning what is the direction of the remaining of the books. I mean both Branford and Alexandra are almost living the HEA, albeit not confessing their love yet. I'm quite a blood thirsting person as I hope to see Branford engaging in a real battle ala GOT style. 

“I desire you so much,” he mumbled into the skin at the base of my neck.  “I have never…never wanted a woman this badly.”
His words both thrilled and terrified me, for there was a part of me that was glad to have him say such things—to know he wanted me as a husband was supposed to want his wife—but there was still another that remembered how a man’s lust could overcome him.  He may do something he would not have done had he been in his right mind.
Still, my skin tingled beneath his touch, and I told myself he would not hurt me—Branford had promised he wouldn’t—as he began to unbutton his jacket.  He only got through the first couple of buttons before he was kissing me again while his hands trailed down my sides.  They came around to my stomach and then made their way back up to the ties of my bodice.  I offered no protest while he undressed me.  As he exposed my skin, Branford stopped for a moment and turned to me sharply.
“You are mine,” Branford said sternly as his hands captured my face.  His eyes bore into me, his look so intense I could not speak at first.  He looked angry, frightened, and elated all at once.  “Only mine—ever.”
“Yours,” I finally said quietly, and his lips crashed back to mine.  With an open mouth, he claimed first my lips, then my tongue, then my chin and my throat.  I kept my grip on his hair as he worked at the ties of my dress.  He was having trouble with the laces and growled at the knots as he pulled at them.  When they loosened, he dropped his head to my chest, and I could feel his warm breath as he kissed at the top of my breasts.
“So beautiful.”  His words touched my bare skin just before he tilted his head to look up at me with half-closed eyes.  “I want to see you…all of you.”
I could only nod dumbly as his hands pushed slowly, softly, and the sleeves of the dress fell away from my arms, leaving me bare from my head to my waist.  I could hear my husband’s rapid breaths as his dark eyes—somehow untouched by the afternoon light—gazed from my shoulders to my breasts, his mouth open just enough to drag his tongue over his bottom lip.  He released my arms and leaned back on his heels, unbuttoning the rest of his jacket and tossing it off to the side, near my riding cloak.  His gaze met mine again, and he kept it focused on me as he loosened the waist of his pants and pulled his shirt up over his head.
Even when I had my hands on his chest and his back to wash him, it had been by the dim light of the fire and candles—never in the sunshine.  Now I could see him quite clearly, and those wonderful lines decorated his chest and stomach with the outline of each and every muscle.  Indeed, his skin was so beautiful, so radiant, he seemed to shimmer in the sun’s beams.

Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.