Friday, November 5, 2021

✱✱Book Review✱✱ GLAMOROUS Harlequin Series Fall Blog Tour for The Bride he Stole for Christmas by Caitlin Crews

 

She gave him her innocence.

Can he win her back by Christmas?


Certain that she will never love again, Timoney George has agreed to a convenient marriage. If she can’t recapture the hot, all-consuming chemistry she discovered with Crete Asgar, she might as well have cold security.


Crete tried to forget Timoney, but the idea of another man possessing her is intolerable. With just twelve hours until she walks down the aisle, Crete steals her back. And now he has the night before Christmas to prove to her—and himself—that he won’t break her heart all over again…



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Momma Says: 4 stars⭐⭐⭐⭐

It's a second chance romance for The Bride He Stole for Christmas, and the whole thing was thoroughly entertaining. Our heroine has a once bitten-twice shy attitude, and the angst is amped up when the biter is the hero. Timoney is set for a marriage of convenience, and Crete is too arrogant for his own good. (Seriously, Timoney and Crete! Aren't those names fabulous?) The story is over the top, but this couple has great chemistry, and believable or not, I really liked them together. I didn't really get all those warm Christmasy feelings with this one, but I enjoyed the story. It's well written and engaging, angst and all. 


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Excerpt

Tell me your name, he had ordered her. And then tell me what it will take to make you mine.


She shuddered at that, here on her frigid bench on this lonely Christmas Eve, her body as alive and greedy as she had been that night.


And Timoney wanted to scream out all the anguish, all the artless fury that he’d left her with. His betrayal so absolute that it had taken her whole months to fully comprehend exactly what he’d done. Chucked her out. Forgotten her name. Washed his hands of her completely.


Yet tonight, when she should have been reveling in exactly how cold and dead inside she’d become, it was as if he was here. A ghostly presence in the mist, and it seemed deeply unfair that any ghost could fill a cold garden the way he had always overwhelmed a room.


She blew out a breath and told herself not to be such a fool. For once.


Crete was immovable. A terrible wall of stone and silence, and some part of her had known that from the start.


And still she had run straight for all that brick and smashed herself apart.


“Have you fallen asleep, Timoney?” came the terrible, wonderful, familiar voice.


Timoney wrenched open her eyes, and as she did, the moon came out from behind the clouds.

And it was impossible, but Crete was there. He stood before her looking beautiful and dangerous, as ever. He was sheer male glory in his typical uniform, one of those dark, bespoke suits that made love to his body in all the ways she longed to do.


It was not possible, and yet every hair on her body seemed to stand on end, so she knew that it was real. That this was no dream.


That somehow, Crete Asgar was stood in the remains of the garden while her uncle and her husband-to-be carried on toasting the wedding up in the manor house. 


“Crete…” she whispered.


And all the feelings she’d been holding at bay slammed back into her, and worse, were lit up with hope.

Because he had finished with her because she’d committed the cardinal sin of telling him she loved him. Why would he be here, on the night before her wedding no less, unless he was finally ready to admit what she had always suspected, that he loved her, too? What else could bring him out on Christmas Eve?


“You can’t possibly marry that old man in the morning,” he told her, and he did not sound like a man tortured by love. He did not sound tortured at all. Or in love. If anything, Crete sounded impatient. “I have standards, Timoney. Obviously any lover after me will be a downgrade. But this verges on an insult.”


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About the Author

USA Today bestselling, RITA-nominated, and critically-acclaimed author Caitlin Crews has written more than 100 books and counting. She has a Masters and Ph.D. in English Literature, thinks everyone should read more category romance, and is always available to discuss her beloved alpha heroes. Just ask. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her comic book artist husband, is always planning her next trip, and will never, ever, read all the books in her to-be-read pile. Thank goodness.



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Website: https://megancrane.com/ 

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