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A loose unseemly lot of lads, from fifteen up to two-and-twenty years of age, perhaps, and very little to choose between them as to work and character. All, however, were known to be first-rate hands at any kind of sporting, or of poaching, or of any roving pleasure. Watkin, the sixth and youngest boy, was of a different nature. His brothers always cast him off, and treated him with a high contempt, yet never could despise him. In their rough way, they could hardly help a sulky sort of love for him. The seventh and last child had been a girl—a sweet little creature as could be seen, and taking after Watkin. But she had something on her throat from six months up to six years old; and when she died, some three months back, people who had been in the house said that her mother would sooner have lost all the boys put together, if you left Watkin out of them. How that was I cannot say, and prefer to avoid those subjects. But I know that poor black Evan swore no oath worth speaking of for one great market and two small ones, but seemed brought down to sit by himself, drinking quietly all day long. When we came to the ancient hall or kitchen, as now they called it , for a moment I was vexed—expecting more of a rush, perhaps, than I was entitled to. Knowing how much that young child owed me for her preservation, and feeling how fond I was of her, what did I look for but wild delight at seeing "old Davy" back again? However, it seems, she had taken up with another and forgotten me. Watkin, the youngest boy of Sker, was an innocent good little fellow, about twelve years old at that time. Bardie had found this out already; as quickly as she found out my goodness, even by the moonlight. She had taken the lead upon Watkin, and was laying down the law to him, upon a question of deep importance, about the manner of dancing. I could dance a hornpipe with anybody, and forward I came to listen. I tell 'a. The little atom, all the time she delivered these injunctions, was holding out her tiny frock in the daintiest manner, and tripping sideways here and there, and turning round quite upon tiptoe, with her childish figure poised, and her chin thrown forward; and then she would give a good hard jump, but all to the tune of the brass jew's-harp which the boy was playing for his very life. And all the while she was doing this, the amount of energy and expression in her face was wonderful. You would have thought there was nothing else in all the world that required doing with such zeal and abandonment. Presently the boy stopped for a moment, and she came and took the knee of his trousers, and put it to her pretty lips with the most ardent gratitude. As they had not espied us yet, where we stood in the passage-corner, I drew Bunny backward, and found her all of a tremble with eagerness to go and help. I thought 'a could do anything. I 'ants to go to my dear mama and papa and ickle bother. Here she began to set up a very lamentable cry, and Watkin in vain tried to comfort her, till, hearing us, she broke from him. And 'e mustn't scold poor Susan. It is out of my power to describe how her little flushed countenance fell when she saw only me and Bunny. She drew back suddenly, with the brightness fading out of her eager eyes, and the tears that were in them began to roll, and her bits of hands went up to her forehead, as if she had lost herself, and the corners of her mouth came down; and then with a sob she turned away, and with quivering shoulders hid herself. I scarcely knew what to do for the best; but our Bunny was very good to her, even better than could have been hoped, although she came of a kindly race. Without standing upon ceremony, as many children would have done, up she ran to the motherless stranger, and, kneeling down on the floor, contrived to make her turn and look at her. Then Bunny pulled out her new handkerchief, of which she was proud, I can tell you, being the first she had ever owned, made from the soundest corner of mother Jones's old window-blind, and only allowed with a Sunday frock; and although she had too much respect for this to wet it with anything herself, she never for a moment grudged to wipe poor Bardie's eyes with it. Nay, she even permitted her—which was much more for a child to do—to take it into her own two hands and rub away at her eyes with it. Gradually she coaxed her out of the cupboard of her refuge, and sitting in some posture known to none but women children, without a stool to help her, she got the little one on her lap, and stroked at her, and murmured to her, as if she had found a favourite doll in the depth of trouble. Upon the whole, I was so pleased that I vowed to myself I would give my Bunny the very brightest halfpenny I should earn upon the morrow. Meanwhile, the baby of higher birth—as a glance was enough to show her—began to relax and come down a little, both from her dignity and her woe. She looked at Bunny with a gleam of humour, to which her wet eyes gave effect. Bunny was so overpowered by this, after all that she had done, and at the air of pity wherewith her proud ornament was flung on the floor, that she could only look at me as if I had cheated her about it. And truly I had seen no need to tell her about mother Jones and her blind. Then these little ones got up, having sense of a natural discordance of rank between them, and Bunny no longer wiped the eyes of Bardie, nor Bardie wept in the arms of Bunny. They put their little hands behind them, and stood apart to think a bit, and watched each other shyly. To see them move their mouths and fingers, and peep from the corners of their eyes, was as good as almost any play without a hornpipe in it. It made no difference however. Very soon they came to settle it between them. The low-born Bunny looked down upon Bardie for being so much smaller, and the highborn Bardie looked down upon Bunny for being so much coarser. But neither was able to tell the other at all what her opinion was; and so, without any further trouble, they became very excellent playmates. Doing my best to make them friends, I seized the little stranger, and gave her several good tosses-up, as well as tickles between them; and this was more than she could resist, being, as her nature shows, thoroughly fond of any kind of pleasure and amusement. She laughed, and she flung out her arms, and every time she made such jumps as to go up like a feather. Pretty soon I saw, however, that this had gone on too long for Bunny. She put her poor handkerchief out of sight, and then some fingers into her mouth, and she looked as black as a dog in a kennel. But Bardie showed good-nature now, for she ran up to Bunny and took her hand and led her to me, and said very nicely, "Give this ickle gal some, old Davy. She haven't had no pay at all. Oh, hot boofley buckens oo's got! Jolly, jolly! Keel song grand! This admiration of my buttons—which truly were very handsome, being on my regulation-coat, and as good as gilt almost, with "Minotaur" a kind of grampus, as they say done round them—this appreciation of the navy made me more and more perceive what a dear child was come ashore to us, and that we ought to look alive to make something out of her. If she had any friends remaining and they could scarcely have all been drowned , being, as she clearly was, of a high and therefore rich family, it might be worth ten times as much as even my boat had been to me, to keep her safe and restore her in a fat state when demanded. With that I made up my mind to take her home with me that very night, especially as Bunny seemed to have set up a wonderful fancy to her. But man sees single, God sees double, as our saying is, and her bits of French made me afraid that she might after all be a beggar. Although the heat was tremendous now even inside those three-feet walls , the little things did as I bade them. And I made the most of this occasion to have a talk with Watkin, who told me everything he knew. His mother had not been down since dinner, which they always got anyhow; because his father, who had been poorly for some days, and feverish, and forced to lie in bed a little, came to the top of the stairs, and called, requiring some attendance. What this meant I knew as well as if I had seen black Evan there, parched with thirst and with great eyes rolling after helpless drunkenness, and roaring, with his night-clothes on, for a quart of fresh-drawn ale. But about the shipwrecked child Watty knew scarce anything. He had found her in his bed that morning—Moxy, no doubt, having been hard pushed with her husband in that state what to do. And knowing how kind young Watty was, she had quartered the baby upon him. But Watkin, though gifted with pretty good English or "Sassenach," as we call it beyond all the rest of his family, could not follow the little creature in her manner of talking; which indeed, as I found thereafter, nobody in the parish could do except myself, and an Englishwoman whose word was not worth taking. Times and times, for sure we tried. But no use was the whole of it. She only shakes her head, and thinks with all her might, as you may say. And then she says, 'No! I'se not hot you says. I'se two years old, and I'se Bardie. And my papa he be very angy if 'e goes on so with me. My mama yoves me, and I yove her, and papa, and ickle brother, and everybody. But not the naughty bad man, I doesn't. On her dress it is to show it. No name, as the Christians put, but marks without any meaning. And of clothes so few upon her till mother go to the old cupboard. Rich people mother do say they must be; but dead by this time, she make no doubt. To me it is a subject of anxiety and sorrow. And I know perhaps more about it than any one else can pretend to do. The boy looked at me with wonder and eagerness about it. But I gave him a look, as much as to say, "Ask no more at present. And dreadful she cried at breakfast about her mama and her own spoon. To my heart I feel the pain when she does cry; I know I do. And then of a sudden she is laughing, and no reason for it! I never did see such a baby before. Do you think so, Mr Llewellyn? While I was talking thus with the boy, and expecting his mother every minute with hope of a little refreshment when the farmer should have dropped off into his usual Sunday sleep , a very strange thing began more and more to force itself on my attention. I have said that the hall of this desolate house was large and long, and had six doorways—narrow arches of heavy stone, without a door to any of them. Three of these arches were at the west and three at the east end of the room, and on the south were two old windows, each in a separate gable, high up from the floor, and dark with stone-work and with lead-work; and in the calmest weather these would draw the air and make a rattle. At the north side of the hall was nothing but dead wall, and fireplace, and cupboards, and the broad oak staircase. Having used the freedom to light a pipe, I sate with my face to the chimney-corner, where some wood-ashes were smouldering, after the dinner was done with; and sitting thus, I became aware of a presence of some sort over my right shoulder. At first I thought it was nothing more than the smoke from my own pipe, for I puffed rather hard, in anxiety about that little darling. But seeing surprise, and alarm perhaps, in Watkin's face, who sate opposite, I turned round, and there beheld three distinct and several pillars of a brownish-yellow light standing over against the doorways of the western end. At first I was a little scared, and the more so because the rest of the hall was darkening with a pulse of colour gradually vanishing; and for an instant I really thought that the ghosts of the wrecked child's father and mother, and perhaps her nurse, were come to declare the truth about her, and challenge me for my hesitation. But presently I called to mind how many strange things had befallen me, both at sea and on the coast, in the way of feeling and vision too, designed, however, by the Power that sends them, more to forewarn than frighten us, and, as we get used to them, to amuse or edify. Therefore I plucked my spirit up and approached this odd appearance, and found that no part of it was visible upon the spot where it seemed to stand. But Watkin, who was much emboldened by my dauntless carriage, called out in Welsh that he could see me walking in and out of them, like so many haystacks. Upon this I took yet further courage, having a witness so close at hand, and nothing seeming to hurt me. So what did I do but go outside, without any motion of running away, but to face the thing to its utmost; and Watkin, keeping along the wall, took good care to come after me. Here I discovered in half a second that I had been wise as well as strong in meeting the matter valiantly; for what we had seen was but the glancing—or reflection, as they call it now—of what was being done outside. In a word, the thick and stifling heat of the day which had gathered to a head the glaring and blazing power of the last two months of hot summer was just beginning to burst abroad in whirlwind, hail, and thunder. All the upper heaven was covered with a spread of burning yellow; all the half-way sky was red as blood with fibres under it, and all the sides and margin looked as black as the new-tarred bends of a ship. But what threw me most astray was, that the whole was whirling, tossing upward jets of darkness, as a juggler flings his balls, yet at one time spinning round, and at the same time scowling down. Watkin knew not much of my meaning, but caught hold of my coat, and stood. And in truth it was enough to make not only a slip of a boy, but a veteran sailor, stand and fear. Not a flash of lightning yet broke the expectation of it, nor had been a drop of rain. But to my surprise, and showing how little we know of anything, over the high land broke a sand-storm, such as they have in Africa. It had been brewing some time, most likely in the Kenfig burrows, toward the westward and the windward, although no wind was astir with us. I thought of a dance of waterspouts, such as we had twice encountered in the royal navy; once, I know, was after clearing the mouth of the Strait of Malaccas; where the other was I truly forget, having had so much to go everywhere. But this time the whirling stuff was neither water, nor smoke, nor cloud; but sand, as plain as could be. It was just like the parson's hour-glass—only going up, not coming down, and quickly instead of slowly. And of these funnels, spinning around, and coming near and nearer, there may have been perhaps a dozen, or there may have been threescore. They differed very much in size, according to the breadth of whirlwind, and the stuff it fed upon, and the hole in the air it bored; but all alike had a tawny colour, and a manner of bulking upward, and a loose uncertain edge, often lashing off in frays; and between them black clouds galloped; and sometimes two fell into one, and bodily broke downward; then a pile as big as Newton Rock rose in a moment anyhow. Hill or valley made no odds; sand-hill, or sand-bottom; the sand was in the place of the air, and the air itself was sand. Many people have asked me, over and over again because such a thing was scarcely known, except at the great storm of sand four hundred years ago, they say —our people, ever so many times, assert their privilege to ask me now again especially how many of these pillars there were! I wish to tell the truth exactly, having no interest in the matter—and if I had, no other matter would it be to me; and after going into my memory deeper than ever I could have expected there would be occasion for, all I can say is this—legion was their number; because they were all coming down upon me; and how could I stop to count them? Watkin lost his mind a little, and asked me with his head gone under my regulation-coat if I thought it was the judgment-day. To this question I "replied distinctly in the negative" as the man of the paper wrote, when I said "no" about poaching ; and then I cheered young Watkin up, and told him that nothing more was wanted than to keep a weather-helm. Before his wit could answer helm so much as to clear my meaning, the storm was on me, and broke my pipe, and filled my lungs and all my pockets, and spoiled every corner of the hat I had bought for my dear wife's funeral. I pulled back instantly almost as quickly as boy Watkin could , and we heard the sand burst over the house, with a rattle like shot, and a roar like cannon. And being well inside the walls, we fixed our eyes on one another, in the gloom and murkiness, as much as we could do for coughing, to be sure of something. Moreover, Bardie seemed almost too full of life for quenching; and having escaped rocks, waves, and quicksands, surely she would never be wrecked upon dry land ignobly. Nevertheless, at the mere idea of those helpless little ones out in all this raging havoc, tears came to my eyes, until the sand, of which the very house was full, crusted up and blinded them. It was time to leave off thinking, if one meant to do any good. The whirlwinds spun and whistled round us, now on this side, now on that; and the old house creaked and rattled as the weather pulled or pushed at it. The sand was drifted in the courtyard without any special whirlwind three feet deep in the north-east corner; and the sky, from all sides, fell upon us, like a mountain undermined. It needed all my strength to draw the door of the house behind me, although the wind was bent no more on one way than another, but universal uproar. And down-roar too; for it fell on my head quite as much as it jerked my legs, and took me aback, and took me in front, and spun me round, and laughed at me. Then of a sudden all wind dropped, and yellow sky was over me. What course to take if I had the choice in search of those poor children, was more at first than I could judge, or bring my mind to bear upon. For as sure as we live by the breath of the Lord, the blast of His anger deadens us. Perhaps it was my instinct only, having been so long afloat, which drove me, straight as affairs permitted, toward the margin of the sea. And perhaps I had some desire to know how the sea itself would look under this strange visiting. Moreover, it may have come across me, without any thinking twice of it, that Bunny had an inborn trick of always running toward the sea, as behoved a sailor's daughter. Anyhow, that way I took, so far as it was left to me to know the points of the compass, or the shape and manner of anything. For simple and short as the right road was, no simpleton or shortwitted man could have hit it, or come near it, in that ravenous weather. Jan 12, Saunders rated it it was ok Shelves: I highly recommend this novella to anyone who is curious about this genre but prefer to dip their toes in rather than plunge straight into the deep end. It's still free on Amazon as of this review's posting. Why it's a smart read: It's definitely erotica but die-hard erotica readers especially of BDSM may deem the sexual encounters as on the light side. Thankfully, the female protag is mostly a determined realist, not a weak-kneed damsel in distress. Now, I'm not saying that it's worthy of Psychology Today , just that it's approachable for the everyday reader. And BDSM is as much about the psychological and emotional needs of the individuals involved as it can be about physical pleasure or pain. Written in the first person, the reader is able to follow Gabi's slow progression from " Madre de Dios , what kind of monster have I given myself to? The conclusion feels right and is believable because the ultimate decision is left to Gabi and she can finally make a decision based on free will. Upon first meeting Gabi, Ben lays out his basic ground rules and then tests her acceptance of them. But when he realizes just how inexperienced she is, he immediately questions how she could even know that she was a submissive. The fact that weeks then pass before a substantive BDSM encounter occurs is more like real life. No self-respecting Dom would throw such a person straight into hard-core BDSM scenes, no matter how much he "senses" the submissive in her. Yes, it's a fictional story but it's bad fiction when its credibility extends beyond a reasonable suspension of disbelief. Why the plot works: Taken as a whole, the storyline seems far-fetched. But each separate plot point is based in reality. Innocent people sometimes do witness criminal acts which place their lives in jeopardy. Every day, women are coerced or abducted into the sex trade. Men do pay to have their sexual desires met. BDSM is a much larger community than most people realize, simply because those in the lifestyle usually don't flaunt it. My biggest complaint? Perhaps Ms. Rodgers would consider re-visiting Gabi and Ben in a future book. But then again, POV switches may have detracted from Gabi's progress as she comes to understand Ben and her perceptions change, even if her original circumstances don't. Lastly, there were some editing errors but not beyond the "we're all human" range, and I did question certain plot points but none were major enough to tank the book for me. The author is more than welcomed to PM me if curious about these items. Well-written, thoughtful and sexy, with sympathetic characters and a tangible romance. All from a new author who deserves to be read and followed. Well done, Ms. Dec 10, Rebekah Weatherspoon rated it it was ok Shelves: Ben has a dungeon and then use it exactly once. Ben is a perfectly fine hero. Nice guy, not a dickhead Dom at all. An introduction to a new author who writes quite well. Rodgers is an author I'm going to have to keep my eye one. This is a 3. The BDSM elements were tasty and just a bit of a tease. Nothing gritty is described. It's all a bit glossed over. The plot was very plausible. What I liked was reading it from Gabi's point of view. This story is actually rather sweet and redeeming for both characters. The writing for a free book was pleasing in that there were no grammar issues or misspelling errors. I would definitely read another book by Ms. I also liked her except of Damaged Goods. I will have to look for that book. Feb 04, carol rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Adults only. This was a nice surprise. A well rounded novella written in the first person that was far better than I'd anticipated both from the title and the fact that I was fortunate enough to have this as a free read. It is a story I would be happy to buy in the reasonably priced range. The story is told in the first person, Gabi's story is of blackmail and being forced into apparently agreed acceptance of what is an initially nonconsensual relationship though Ben the Dominant isn't aware of this as it's This was a nice surprise. The story is told in the first person, Gabi's story is of blackmail and being forced into apparently agreed acceptance of what is an initially nonconsensual relationship though Ben the Dominant isn't aware of this as it's carried through by Gabi in order to stay in the USA and not be deported back to Mexico, a situation of which she is terrified of. Ben, a rich powerful man and computer techno geek asks if she is there voluntarily and knows nothing of her reality or experiences, neither does he know of her virgin state until he has the physical and visual evidence. Gabi's is introduced to her submissive sexuality in every way possible but this could have had more attention to detail as to recounting Gabi's feelings, emotions and sensations as opposed to happenings. It would have enriched a good story further. English is good and it is edited. Too good for 3 star and in my opinion just hits four stars. View 2 comments. Feb 05, Diane rated it it was ok Shelves: May 01, Ridley rated it it was ok Shelves: This was a quick, semi-enjoyable dubcon novella, but I found it really disappointing. The sample sells a BDSM-esque story with dubious consent, but the book quickly devolves into a run-of-the-mill erotic romance. There's no moral ambiguity in this tale. If anything, this is a sweet, padded My First Dubcon Ero This was a quick, semi-enjoyable dubcon novella, but I found it really disappointing. If anything, this is a sweet, padded My First Dubcon Erotica for the vanilla romance crowd. It takes no chances, pushes no boundaries and stays safe and unoffensive. View all 8 comments. Jan 19, Battleaxe Betty rated it really liked it. When I first started reading I was disappointed to think it was just going to be smut with no story as it read a bit like a bad porn scene but that soon changed. It turned into a blend of good story and good sex. Enjoyable quick read. The good story. A nice quickie. The writing had a few errors, but will pick up another by this author. Jul 29, Diana Santoso rated it really liked it Shelves: Nice plot, nice sex scenes. The insecurities from the female protagonist is a bit too much and has no reason, but otherwise it's good! Maid For It was an extremely well wrote, very erotic, awesomely fast read! I really liked this one a lot! I managed to read it all in one shot, which everyone knows is hard for me to do. I tend to need to step away for a bit while reading something. The sisters leave for governess jobs, and St. John becomes somewhat closer to Jane. When Jane questions him further, St. John reveals that John Eyre is also his and his sisters' uncle. They had once hoped for a share of the inheritance but were left virtually nothing. Jane, overjoyed by finding that she has living and friendly family members, insists on sharing the money equally with her cousins, and Diana and Mary come back to live at Moor House. Thinking that the pious Jane will make a suitable missionary's wife, St. John asks her to marry him and to go with him to India , not out of love, but out of duty. Jane initially accepts going to India but rejects the marriage proposal, suggesting they travel as brother and sister. As soon as Jane's resolve against marriage to St. John begins to weaken, she mystically hears Mr. Rochester's voice calling her name. Jane then returns to Thornfield to find only blackened ruins. She learns that Mr. Rochester's wife set the house on fire and committed suicide by jumping from the roof. In his rescue attempts, Mr. Rochester lost a hand and his eyesight. Jane reunites with him, but he fears that she will be repulsed by his condition. When Jane assures him of her love and tells him that she will never leave him, Mr. Rochester proposes again, and they are married. He eventually recovers sight enough to see their newborn son. The early sequences, in which Jane is sent to Lowood, a harsh boarding school , are derived from the author's own experiences. Brocklehurst is based on Rev. William Carus Wilson — , the Evangelical minister who ran the school. Additionally, John Reed's decline into alcoholism and dissolution recalls the life of Charlotte's brother Branwell, who became an opium and alcohol addict in the years preceding his death. Finally, like Jane, Charlotte became a governess. It was the residence of the Eyre family, and its first owner, Agnes Ashurst, was reputedly confined as a lunatic in a padded second floor room. Rochester retreats after the fire at Thornfield: The novel has been adapted into a number of other forms, including theatre, film, television - and at least two full-length operas, by John Joubert —97 and Michael Berkeley The novel has also been the subject of a number of significant rewritings and reinterpretations, notably Jean Rhys 's seminal novel Wide Sargasso Sea. In November , a manga adaptation, published by Manga Classics Inc. Chan, with artwork by Sunneko Lee. Jane Eyre' s initial reception was in stark contrast to its reputation today. Literary critic Jerome Beaty felt that the close first person perspective leaves the reader "too uncritically accepting of her worldview", and often leads reading and conversation about the novel towards supporting Jane, regardless of how irregular her ideas or perspectives are. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This is the latest accepted revision , reviewed on 16 April This article is about the novel. For other uses, see Jane Eyre disambiguation. Dewey Decimal. This article's plot summary may be too long or excessively detailed. Please help improve it by removing unnecessary details and making it more concise. October Learn how and when to remove this template message. Main article: Adaptations of Jane Eyre. This section needs expansion. You can help by adding to it. June For example, Marmion pub. HarperCollins Publishers. Retrieved 18 October A Bildungsroman". The Victorian Web. The two of them are seriously hot together. The chemistry was jumping off the pages, super present and steamy. Seriously the chemistry is probably the best part of the book - I expect no less from Tessa Bailey! The sizzling scenes are well-written - and be prepared to fan yourself! I liked Reed a lot - he's an odd guy, he acts like he has a heart of stone, but he's a good guy. Probably not a nice guy, and definitely not someone Julie saw herself falling for. I like seeing them fall for each other, though it's a bunch of drama and shenanigans. Really, Julie makes everything so complicated. I don't care for her too much. Overall I liked this book. I might read the rest of the novellas in this series! Each is written by a different author, which I think is pretty cool. What I Did Not Like: I said this already, but I didn't really care for Julie. Let's explore this thought. I'm similar to Julie, in that I am a control freak, super organized, always running around trying to help everyone else. I get that. But Julie seemed a bit Too prissy, with a huge stick up her butt. She clearly thought she was above everyone else, especially Reed. The amount of privilege and power status rolling off of her when next to him was annoying. It was an indirect feeling I got, but I did not like it. Julie treated Reed like he had a plague, but then she burned for his touch. But then she denied that she was attracted to him. She did most of the pushing away, but of course, it's him that has to beg forgiveness in the end, and hope that she forgives him and decides to be with him. You hurt him too! You're the one with the stick up your butt! Sometimes, it's totally warranted. Other times, girlfriend needs to apologize. Maybe he does too. But it's important that both parties chase back each other to make a relationship work, and not just the guy. That's only fair, right? Would I Recommend It: I'd give a firm maybe, in terms of recommending this book. While I loved the romance and chemistry, I really didn't like Julie. I'm well aware that this could just be a "me" tic and I could be the only one that is annoyed with Julie. But she's the only reason this book didn't get a higher rating. If you have this one already, read it! Otherwise, trust me, there are other Brazen novels! Three more sitting in this post, so convenient! Of the four I reviewed today, this one is the one that I liked the least - and yet, I still liked it! So that's saying something about Brazen's novels. It's clear that I can't stay away! I'll definitely be looking out for more of Tessa Bailey's books - I love her work! View all 8 comments. Jun 02, Kara rated it it was amazing. Jun 14, Yomi M. Rating Clarification: Reed was amazing and that epilogue was just beautiful: Jan 13, Annaiss rated it liked it Shelves: I must improve my stalking abilities! Love me some Tessa Bailey! Hold on a second here - I need a moment or two to compose myself from enjoying all of Reed's dirty talking! Wow - I'm almost speechless, and I think I can say, that I found my perfect groomsman from Kady and Colton's wedding party. Reed is the one for me! Hold on tight girls, Reed is going to make you get all hot and bothered, and then some! Reed is an unexpected fill-in for a groomsman for the wedding party, and he and Julie are paired together. Talk about opposites! Julie is a good, sweet, Southern girl. Raised with perfect manners, a smile always on her face, always the pleaser, putting others needs first - taking care of everything and everyone. Reed is So, just imagine these two together. I don't want to give too much of their explosive relationship away, because you really need to read it to experience it enjoy it yourself. But I won't leave you totally hanging - here are some of my favorite lines. For two people so opposite and who "don't know who they are" with each, it's completely obviously these two are meant for each other! Everyone's favorite, lovable Goody Two-Shoes turned into a very bad girl under the right touch. His touch, specifically. Julie and Reed couldn't be more different. She's the bright, bubbly, Southern blonde who's a total fixer. She is in Colorado as the maid of honor at her best friend's wedding - one she planned herself. She's used to mild-mannered, chivalrous gentlemen courting her, and definitely has never been touched Everyone's favorite, lovable Goody Two-Shoes turned into a very bad girl under the right touch. She's used to mild-mannered, chivalrous gentlemen courting her, and definitely has never been touched by a man like Reed before in her life. Doesn't mean it didn't wake something up inside her. Even when a lady has shown exactly zero interest? Once he has his sights on something - or someone, in this case - that he wants, it becomes his single-minded focus to get it. They surprise each other, though. What initially starts as pure lust leads to a need for them to know the other better, to connect. Sometimes opposites really do attract. It was fun, sexy and heartfelt. Loved the whole thing. No doubt about it, Tessa Bailey never fails to deliver a steamy, no holds barred sexy story and her hot alpha males are written to perfection! Once again this lady delivered and I loved this book! Reed Lawson…. When he wants something he goes after it and when he spies the very proper Southern Julie Lawson look out! I loved every minute and to say Reed brought out the wild side in Julie is a bit of an understatement. Absolutely YES it really was, Jenny. Now she had no idea how to fix herself. I felt so sorry for her through various stages of this story and then felt empowered right alongside her. He truly unleashed the wanton and confident woman hiding in Julie; creating fireworks every time they were together. What a perfectly messed up match they made! Reed Lawson — be still my beating heart among other things! What a MAN! This was such an addictive and sexy read from a lady who never fails to hit the mark with her erotic romances and will always be a 1click for me. Every time! I was VERY impressed! You love making my cock hard. But, the man recognises something in Julie and immediately want to protect and own. Follow us on Twitter: Nov 07, Mandy rated it it was amazing Shelves: I adored Julie and she was a perfect complement to Reed and I loved the evolution of both characters. These two had very interesting back stories and pretty serious issues to over come. Reed was quite brooding and closed off and Julie was kind of his polar opposite, she was a care taker by nature and worked her ass off for everyone. I really felt for both of them. They pulled each other out of their own somewhat restrictive worlds. Julie was used to being in control at all times and so was Reed, especially in the bedroom…once they hit the bedroom- BOOM goes the dynamite. Bailey has the ability to write incredible alphas and not one single one feels redundant. They are written with flaws and a deliciously dirty mouth and always with big…. Dirty minds…. And you know what, her characters always feel fresh. Even though she writes similar kind of guy in each book, they all feel different to me. So for the love of all that is good and holy, Ms. He released a strangled growl against her neck. Sit down all the way and work my cock with your beautiful ass. No more games. I loved it and I just wanted more, more, more but I also wanted to savor it. Review to come: Straight Shootin' Book Reviews Copy for review provided by Entangled in exchange for a fair and honest review. Aug 04, McGee Magoo rated it it was amazing Shelves: You don't get to be funny, too. I have to admit that when "Your legs look goddamn incredible in that skirt. I have to admit that when I started it, I didn't really have high hopes. I expected it to be super-sexy with lots of Alpha-male-dirty-talk. That's pretty much par-for-the-course with Tessa Bailey. That's not a bad thing, don't get me wrong. I like filthy talk in a hero--it's why I bought it. But when I first started it, the characters weren't popping for me and I figured this was just going to be one-dimensional, horny and promiscuous characters banging during a destination wedding. They both had heart-wrenching tragedies in their past that caused them to have problems Reed has intimacy issues and Julie has perfectionist tendencies. And even though this isn't short on sexiness, there's an abundance of sweet and funny, too. I loved her..

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Yes I totally read this at work. With a novella, especially an erotic novella it is sometimes hard to get a decent story line in there.

Sex with a bajillionaire is much better then death certainly, but still, being put in the predicament is difficult. It certainly helped that Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord showed glimpses of feeling during their dirty dirty smex sessions. While being a submissive is totally not my thang, I can read about it and Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord the position of those whose it is.

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There was some dubious consent involved so be aware. Gabriela Marquez has left her small town in Mexico. She is an eye witness to a murder involving a major drug cartel and her family fears for her life. They hire a pollero to get her over the border into see more United States.

Her job interview consists of performing a blow job on her boss in the backseat of his limousine. Her first job is working for Benjamin Hardcastle, a reclusive cyber security expert. Gabi soon discovers why most of the maids have not lasted more than two days as his employee. Benjamin is looking for more than a recreational sex toy. He wants a permanent willing and submissive sex slave. Her introduction to Benjamin comes two days later.

And what a Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord introduction it is. Benjamin walks into the here completely nude while Gabi is on her hands and knees cleaning the floor. He wastes no time getting acquainted with his new merchandise. The relationship progresses rather quickly. The love scenes are pretty erotic and intense. She was a survivor and did what she felt she had to do to stay alive. But I did warm up to him as he started to let his feelings for Gabi show.

The sex scenes in Maid for It were well written and ultra smutty have a towel ready! Benjamin did soften towards Gabi in the end and I really enjoyed their happily ever after. I look forward to reading more from Lucy Rodgers. Maid for It gets 3. Oct 29, Chibineko rated it really liked it Shelves: I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's at the very beginning and is the very first sex scene in the book. After that point the scenes are consensual between our two main characters.

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It's short, sweet, and to the point with nice and steamy sex scenes. Even better than that are the growing emotions between Gabi and Ben. I'll admit that the short story length is a bit of a disability at times, as the relation might have been propelled along faster than would otherwise seem rational. However this is a wish fulfillment sort of tale so that's easily overlooked. Another warning that I'd give to readers is that Gabi's background story remains part of the background.

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Despite the rider's surliness, Jane helps him get back onto his horse. Later, back at Thornfield, she learns that this man is Edward Rochester, master of the house.

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Odd things start to happen at the house, such as a strange laugh being heard, a mysterious fire in Mr. Rochester's room from which Jane saves Rochester by rousing him and throwing water on him and the fireand an attack on a house-guest named Mr.

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As with the previous mysterious events, Mr. Rochester attributes the incident to Grace Poole, one of his servants. During the wedding ceremony however, Mr. Mason and a lawyer declare that Mr. Rochester cannot marry because he is already married to Mr.

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Once they were united, he discovered that she was rapidly descending into congenital madness, and so he eventually locked her away in Thornfield, hiring Here Poole as a nurse to look after her. When Grace gets drunk, Rochester's wife escapes and causes the strange happenings at Thornfield.

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My feelings were so moved by this, as I became quite sure at last that here was a little mortal, that the tears came to mine own eyes too, she looked so purely pitiful. However, she would not awake, in spite of my whistling gradually, and singing a little song to her, and playing with her curls of hair; therefore, as nothing can last for ever, and the tide was rising fast, I was forced to give the little lady, not what you would call a kick so much as a very gentle movement of the muscles Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord the foot.

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I thought of her mother, well drowned, no doubt, and the father who must have petted her, and of the many times to come when none would care to comfort her. And though a child is but a child, somehow I took to that child. Therefore I became most anxious as to her state of body, and handled her little mites of feet, and her fingers, and all her outworks; because I was not sure at all that the manner of her yawning might be nothing more or less than a going out of this world almost.

For think, if you can see it so, how everything was against her. To be adrift without any food, or any one to tend her, many hours, or days perhaps, with a red-hot sun or cold stars overhead, and the greedy sea beneath her! However, there she was alive, and warm, and limp, to the best of my judgment, sad though I was to confess to myself that I knew more of bass than of babies.

For it had always so pleased God that I happened to be away at sea when He thought fit to send them; therefore my legs went abroad with fear of dandling this one, that now was come, in a way to disgrace a seaman; for if she should happen to get into irons, I never could get her out again.

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Anty photo Watch Sexy ebony gets her big naturals fucked Video Srxy porn. The first book of this series was Dare to Resist by Laura Kaye; it set up the couple who's wedding all the other books revolve around. My review https: The next part sets up the premise of all the characters together for a week of activities at the resort. In this book, Julie and Reed are the focus Bailey's hands Julie is the one everyone goes to These types of things she has always loved doing But times since college have changed Julie has become the substitute daughter to her family. Her older sister, Serena, was perfect; she was next in line to take over the family's business Because like in a "royal family", the first born always had all the responsibilities and the second born got to be more free. All that changed when her sister died from an accident four years ago This caused Julie to be on that never ending treadmill of running and trying to make everything right non stop. Reed is the other half of this equation. The one thing about Reed, though, is his loyalty to Colt, the groom and his friend Brock. Both were there for him all during his messed up childhood and from that point, they were like brothers. So this is not his thing and he is taking a moment on the terrace A woman comes out from the bar As she massages her scalp, she let's out a moan of pleasure Reed watches and starts to get worked up watching this woman releasing all her stress and verbally just going with the pleasure she is feeling. Reed starts to feel a need building of want for this woman from just hearing her Julie looks and see Mr. Dark Handsome and her Southern Proper roots won't let her be mean or rude She tries to put her hair back up with no success; Reed takes the opportunity to come up behind her, puts his hands in her hair and starts massaging her scalp Julie is off into sensory land Reed talking in her ear She pulls herself out of the trance Reed has put her in She turns and goes back to the bar. In a matter of minutes she learns Mr. Hot Hands is part of the wedding party! With Reed part of this wedding party Julie will just have to figure out how to stay away from him Overtly Sexual and Blatant about it Tessa Bailey has given us the perfect set up Reed is a "what you see is what you get" kind of guy Masculine, commanding, built with scars on his body and those on his heart. His family life was a classic case of woman lost to a man who drank and mistreated her. The child watched it all; then lost his mom to cancer. He never saw loving between two people; felt he was less than due to poverty and swore he would make something out of himself. He experienced a life changing bar fight and had the scars to show for it He turned himself around; became a member of the force and then Swat team. He was never touchy-feely This story was so good Reed was one of those sexy men you just want to whisper all kinds of naughty things in your ear There were so many different scenes that had me wishing I had met someone like Reed back in the day Hell, I would take a geriatric Reed right now! This story follows the same wedding details as the other book so all of the stories of the Wedding Dare group can work together. You just see things a little differently due to the couple of focus. There are two more to come and I am happily working my way through them. For more Reviews, Free E-books and Giveaways. View all 10 comments. Sep 23, Geri Reads rated it really liked it. I was looking for something short and steamy read and Tessa Bailey did not disappoint. Jan 18, Nicola rated it it was amazing. Her contribution to the Wedding Dare series delivers exactly what she does best; an off-the-scale sexy cop and a lady who presses every one of his buttons. Tall, dark and dangerous, our SWAT commander doesn't do romance. His demeanour attracts a certain type of lady and he's fine with that 1 Wedding. His demeanour attracts a certain type of lady and he's fine with that. And Julie? But what's on the outside isn't necessarily what's on the inside as both soon discover With the hot, sexy, page-burning delights that Tessa Bailey delivers in all her Brazen books, Reed and Julie were a couple to fall in love with. And as they discover each other, their vulnerabilities are brought to the surface and this brought the emotion out. Baiting the Maid of Honor is a fabulous addition to the series and topped off with a super epilogue, Shadow Lurker and Pixie get 5 glorious stars from me. Dare to Resist Wedding Dare 0. View all 3 comments. May 26, Jeanne rated it really liked it. This Tessa Bailey fangirl approves of Reed! I have a million things I should be doing, but it seems more fun to rank my Tessa Bailey book boyfriends. Reed is tied with Daniel for my favorite hot officer. Those two are followed closely by Brent, from Line of Duty 4. My favorite book is still Officer off Limits. IMO Tessa Bailey never disappoints in the dirty talk, smut department, and this one had some good stuff. I was going to throw in some quotes, but I'll you all experience the joy of Reed's This Tessa Bailey fangirl approves of Reed! I was going to throw in some quotes, but I'll you all experience the joy of Reed's dirty talk first hand! This book had such an adorable epilogue too: View 1 comment. Jan 06, Janey rated it it was amazing Shelves: ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. I was super excited that she was participating in this series, and, as a result, I was not disappointed ONE. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her in-built pixie dust would be sprinkled far and wide. Along with her other bridesmaids, they made a pact that they would each seduce a groomsman. Whilst her mind may have been on tidy entanglements with another, Reed Lawson had other ideas. From the moment Reed laid eyes on the people pleasing pixie, he had unfamiliar thoughts. Being a SWAT commander, he was all about reading the room, whilst not necessarily getting involved. Reed was my favourite type of broody alpha; the complete shadow lurking, bossy, dirty talking package. A definite yum factor that kept me transfixed until the end. But once the communication commenced, the line was drawn and their vulnerabilities were revealed. The continuity between this series has been startlingly great. A definite prerequisite is to read this series in order. This was a deeper read than the light, fluffiness of 1, but no less enjoyable. Thank you, Tessa Bailey. My favourite so far.. View all 4 comments. Aug 04, Victoria rated it it was amazing Shelves: I loved this demanding, dirty talking, dominating hero. The first half of the book had a bit too much back and forth, hot and cold for my taste but the last half made up for it. I didn't realize that this book was part of a series and that there were several different authors contributing. Kind of a neat idea but am a little disappointed that Tessa Bailey won't be writing more with these supporting characters. View all 11 comments. Such a sweet story!! Next, I need Sophie's story!!! Best not spoilt what is good. Gotta skip them!! Happy reading D x. View all 6 comments. Nov 16, Mandy rated it it was amazing Shelves: This book was super hot! I loved Reed and Julie! I wish this would've been longer - this couple was perfect! View 2 comments. June 9, Rating: What I Liked: One of my all-time favorite Brazen novels is an old one of hers, Officer Off Limits. It's basically a Brazen classic! Yes, it's only been out for two years. That book is so good. I also enjoyed Bailey's Asking For Trouble. Also very good. I didn't absolutely love this novella, but I enjoyed it! Julie is one of the bridesmaids in her friend Kady's wedding. Julie is a planner, organizer, people pleaser. She never stops buzzing around trying to help people, and so for the week of Kady and Colton's wedding celebration, all Julie is concerned about is making the week as awesome as possible. Enter Reed, one the groomsmen. Julie would rather be interested in the boring best man, but secretly she's really attracted to Reed. Opposites attract in this steamy novella set during a pre-wedding celebration week filled with drama! Reed is a strange guy. He doesn't like physical touch other than sex, really. Meaning, hugs and warmy and fuzzy stuff are off limits hehe. Ben was HAWT. The things he could do, while probably completely over the top who can give a woman 5 orgasms in a row were totally drool worthy. I liked his ability to be dominate while still not hurting Gabi…well mostly…in any way. He was completely confident and that just made me want him more. Perhaps you can. How could you ever have a conversation? Do daily activities? I enjoy them from afar. Perhaps an occasional thing….. Maid For It was a pleasant surprise to me and I think it will be for you too. Filled with erotic situations and a plot line that crosses some barriers, I really enjoyed this novella. Aug 12, Monique rated it liked it. Originally reviewed at AsianCocoa's Secret Garden 3. There was some dubious consent involved so be aware. Gabriela Marquez has left her small town in Mexico. She is an eye witness to a murder involving a major drug cartel and her family fears for her life. They hire a pollero to get her over the border into the United States. Her job interview consists of performing a blow job on her boss in the backseat of his limousine. Her first job is working for Benjamin Hardcastle, a reclusive cyber security expert. Gabi soon discovers why most of the maids have not lasted more than two days as his employee. Benjamin is looking for more than a recreational sex toy. He wants a permanent willing and submissive sex slave. Her introduction to Benjamin comes two days later. And what a steamy introduction it is. Benjamin walks into the bathroom completely nude while Gabi is on her hands and knees cleaning the floor. He wastes no time getting acquainted with his new merchandise. The relationship progresses rather quickly. The love scenes are pretty erotic and intense. She was a survivor and did what she felt she had to do to stay alive. But I did warm up to him as he started to let his feelings for Gabi show. The sex scenes in Maid for It were well written and ultra smutty have a towel ready! Benjamin did soften towards Gabi in the end and I really enjoyed their happily ever after. I look forward to reading more from Lucy Rodgers. Maid for It gets 3. Oct 29, Chibineko rated it really liked it Shelves: I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's at the very beginning and is the very first sex scene in the book. After that point the scenes are consensual between our two main characters. It could be argued that Gabi is only performing the sex out of fear of being deported, but if I'd say that this is only the case in the very, very beginning with the first oral scene in the car. All in all, I loved this novella. It's short, sweet, and to the point with n I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's short, sweet, and to the point with nice and steamy sex scenes. Even better than that are the growing emotions between Gabi and Ben. I'll admit that the short story length is a bit of a disability at times, as the relation might have been propelled along faster than would otherwise seem rational. However this is a wish fulfillment sort of tale so that's easily overlooked. Another warning that I'd give to readers is that Gabi's background story remains part of the background. It's more something to explain why she'd enter into this situation and why she'd initially put up with this despite this not being her "thing" at first. On a side note, this might make it more difficult for some to read given that scenarios like this do happen in various formats in the sex trade industry. So if you think that you might have an issue with this, you might want to try another book. The writing here is also pretty good and while I was reading this I couldn't help but think that this is the type of story that Fifty Shades of Grey really wanted to be. I definitely recommend it over FSOG as a serious erotica read. I'm interested enough in reading the next entry, that's for certain. Jun 30, Dar rated it really liked it Shelves: This was a extremely pleasant surprise! While looking at possible books, this one caught my eye and then I saw it was free on the my Kobo, so I got to check it out for free - and it won't be last Maid for it book! Mexican Gabi is caught sneaking into the US, and she can't go back home because she has seen a drug cartel hit and will be killed. She is whisked away by a maid service only to be asked to service the owner in a limo. Trouble is, she kind of likes it. Her first assignment is to the recl This was a extremely pleasant surprise! Her first assignment is to the reclusive and rich Ben. While she doesn't see him for a few days and actually does cleaning, her sexual services are soon called upon. Trapped between her desire for the mastery of Ben vs her conservation, religious upbringing, she commits herself to him, at first because she will be killed if he sends her away, but more and more because she wants to be his He finds out all her secrets and makes it so her life can always be with him, to explain how would give too much away, but know these two get to be together as they want! Jul 13, Expresso rated it really liked it. This book has absolutely nothing to do with the mafia! With that being said I really liked the story! The storyline is excellent, the characters and their chemistry is excellent, story had a decent balance of suspense and intrigue, and the sex scene are HOT!! Gabi is an illegal immigrant running from a powerful Mexican drug lord. The first day at the "safe house" it is raided. The " judge" threatens to deport her if she doesn't agree to work for Maid For It. This "maid service" caters to the ric This book has absolutely nothing to do with the mafia! This "maid service" caters to the rich enters Gabi's master, billionaire recluse, Ben. After a two month dark BDSM relationship Man oh man Gabi deserves mad kudos! Buy the book people! The story is a quick and excellent read! This story is not for anyone under 18, anyone offended by BDSM, or anyone offended by dirty, filthy language! Great price for this novella so buy it quick! Feb 14, Alie38 rated it really liked it Recommends it for: This book was more than just a short story but not quite a book. Maybe it was because I liked the story and the writing so much, I didn't notice my pet peeve of the main characters feeling every emotion including instant love by the third paragraph. The editing had some mistakes that could have easily been fixed if proofread better, so there is no excuse for that. So why am I rating a four? Mainly, it is due to the fact that I have read in the 2 days since two full length books and at least 10 This book was more than just a short story but not quite a book. Mainly, it is due to the fact that I have read in the 2 days since two full length books and at least 10 short novellas and the only story that sticks in my mind enough to remember the plot, the setting, the emotions and most important their names, Gabi and Ben. When we came to the ancient hall or kitchen, as now they called it , for a moment I was vexed—expecting more of a rush, perhaps, than I was entitled to. Knowing how much that young child owed me for her preservation, and feeling how fond I was of her, what did I look for but wild delight at seeing "old Davy" back again? However, it seems, she had taken up with another and forgotten me. Watkin, the youngest boy of Sker, was an innocent good little fellow, about twelve years old at that time. Bardie had found this out already; as quickly as she found out my goodness, even by the moonlight. She had taken the lead upon Watkin, and was laying down the law to him, upon a question of deep importance, about the manner of dancing. I could dance a hornpipe with anybody, and forward I came to listen. I tell 'a. The little atom, all the time she delivered these injunctions, was holding out her tiny frock in the daintiest manner, and tripping sideways here and there, and turning round quite upon tiptoe, with her childish figure poised, and her chin thrown forward; and then she would give a good hard jump, but all to the tune of the brass jew's-harp which the boy was playing for his very life. And all the while she was doing this, the amount of energy and expression in her face was wonderful. You would have thought there was nothing else in all the world that required doing with such zeal and abandonment. Presently the boy stopped for a moment, and she came and took the knee of his trousers, and put it to her pretty lips with the most ardent gratitude. As they had not espied us yet, where we stood in the passage-corner, I drew Bunny backward, and found her all of a tremble with eagerness to go and help. I thought 'a could do anything. I 'ants to go to my dear mama and papa and ickle bother. Here she began to set up a very lamentable cry, and Watkin in vain tried to comfort her, till, hearing us, she broke from him. And 'e mustn't scold poor Susan. It is out of my power to describe how her little flushed countenance fell when she saw only me and Bunny. She drew back suddenly, with the brightness fading out of her eager eyes, and the tears that were in them began to roll, and her bits of hands went up to her forehead, as if she had lost herself, and the corners of her mouth came down; and then with a sob she turned away, and with quivering shoulders hid herself. I scarcely knew what to do for the best; but our Bunny was very good to her, even better than could have been hoped, although she came of a kindly race. Without standing upon ceremony, as many children would have done, up she ran to the motherless stranger, and, kneeling down on the floor, contrived to make her turn and look at her. Then Bunny pulled out her new handkerchief, of which she was proud, I can tell you, being the first she had ever owned, made from the soundest corner of mother Jones's old window-blind, and only allowed with a Sunday frock; and although she had too much respect for this to wet it with anything herself, she never for a moment grudged to wipe poor Bardie's eyes with it. Nay, she even permitted her—which was much more for a child to do—to take it into her own two hands and rub away at her eyes with it. Gradually she coaxed her out of the cupboard of her refuge, and sitting in some posture known to none but women children, without a stool to help her, she got the little one on her lap, and stroked at her, and murmured to her, as if she had found a favourite doll in the depth of trouble. Upon the whole, I was so pleased that I vowed to myself I would give my Bunny the very brightest halfpenny I should earn upon the morrow. Meanwhile, the baby of higher birth—as a glance was enough to show her—began to relax and come down a little, both from her dignity and her woe. She looked at Bunny with a gleam of humour, to which her wet eyes gave effect. Bunny was so overpowered by this, after all that she had done, and at the air of pity wherewith her proud ornament was flung on the floor, that she could only look at me as if I had cheated her about it. And truly I had seen no need to tell her about mother Jones and her blind. Then these little ones got up, having sense of a natural discordance of rank between them, and Bunny no longer wiped the eyes of Bardie, nor Bardie wept in the arms of Bunny. They put their little hands behind them, and stood apart to think a bit, and watched each other shyly. To see them move their mouths and fingers, and peep from the corners of their eyes, was as good as almost any play without a hornpipe in it. It made no difference however. Very soon they came to settle it between them. The low-born Bunny looked down upon Bardie for being so much smaller, and the highborn Bardie looked down upon Bunny for being so much coarser. But neither was able to tell the other at all what her opinion was; and so, without any further trouble, they became very excellent playmates. Doing my best to make them friends, I seized the little stranger, and gave her several good tosses-up, as well as tickles between them; and this was more than she could resist, being, as her nature shows, thoroughly fond of any kind of pleasure and amusement. She laughed, and she flung out her arms, and every time she made such jumps as to go up like a feather. Pretty soon I saw, however, that this had gone on too long for Bunny. She put her poor handkerchief out of sight, and then some fingers into her mouth, and she looked as black as a dog in a kennel. But Bardie showed good-nature now, for she ran up to Bunny and took her hand and led her to me, and said very nicely, "Give this ickle gal some, old Davy. She haven't had no pay at all. Oh, hot boofley buckens oo's got! Jolly, jolly! Keel song grand! This admiration of my buttons—which truly were very handsome, being on my regulation-coat, and as good as gilt almost, with "Minotaur" a kind of grampus, as they say done round them—this appreciation of the navy made me more and more perceive what a dear child was come ashore to us, and that we ought to look alive to make something out of her. If she had any friends remaining and they could scarcely have all been drowned , being, as she clearly was, of a high and therefore rich family, it might be worth ten times as much as even my boat had been to me, to keep her safe and restore her in a fat state when demanded. With that I made up my mind to take her home with me that very night, especially as Bunny seemed to have set up a wonderful fancy to her. But man sees single, God sees double, as our saying is, and her bits of French made me afraid that she might after all be a beggar. Although the heat was tremendous now even inside those three-feet walls , the little things did as I bade them. And I made the most of this occasion to have a talk with Watkin, who told me everything he knew. His mother had not been down since dinner, which they always got anyhow; because his father, who had been poorly for some days, and feverish, and forced to lie in bed a little, came to the top of the stairs, and called, requiring some attendance. What this meant I knew as well as if I had seen black Evan there, parched with thirst and with great eyes rolling after helpless drunkenness, and roaring, with his night-clothes on, for a quart of fresh-drawn ale. But about the shipwrecked child Watty knew scarce anything. He had found her in his bed that morning—Moxy, no doubt, having been hard pushed with her husband in that state what to do. And knowing how kind young Watty was, she had quartered the baby upon him. But Watkin, though gifted with pretty good English or "Sassenach," as we call it beyond all the rest of his family, could not follow the little creature in her manner of talking; which indeed, as I found thereafter, nobody in the parish could do except myself, and an Englishwoman whose word was not worth taking. Times and times, for sure we tried. But no use was the whole of it. She only shakes her head, and thinks with all her might, as you may say. And then she says, 'No! I'se not hot you says. I'se two years old, and I'se Bardie. And my papa he be very angy if 'e goes on so with me. My mama yoves me, and I yove her, and papa, and ickle brother, and everybody. But not the naughty bad man, I doesn't. On her dress it is to show it. No name, as the Christians put, but marks without any meaning. And of clothes so few upon her till mother go to the old cupboard. Rich people mother do say they must be; but dead by this time, she make no doubt. To me it is a subject of anxiety and sorrow. And I know perhaps more about it than any one else can pretend to do. The boy looked at me with wonder and eagerness about it. But I gave him a look, as much as to say, "Ask no more at present. And dreadful she cried at breakfast about her mama and her own spoon. To my heart I feel the pain when she does cry; I know I do. And then of a sudden she is laughing, and no reason for it! I never did see such a baby before. Do you think so, Mr Llewellyn? While I was talking thus with the boy, and expecting his mother every minute with hope of a little refreshment when the farmer should have dropped off into his usual Sunday sleep , a very strange thing began more and more to force itself on my attention. I have said that the hall of this desolate house was large and long, and had six doorways—narrow arches of heavy stone, without a door to any of them. Three of these arches were at the west and three at the east end of the room, and on the south were two old windows, each in a separate gable, high up from the floor, and dark with stone-work and with lead-work; and in the calmest weather these would draw the air and make a rattle. At the north side of the hall was nothing but dead wall, and fireplace, and cupboards, and the broad oak staircase. Having used the freedom to light a pipe, I sate with my face to the chimney-corner, where some wood-ashes were smouldering, after the dinner was done with; and sitting thus, I became aware of a presence of some sort over my right shoulder. At first I thought it was nothing more than the smoke from my own pipe, for I puffed rather hard, in anxiety about that little darling. But seeing surprise, and alarm perhaps, in Watkin's face, who sate opposite, I turned round, and there beheld three distinct and several pillars of a brownish-yellow light standing over against the doorways of the western end. At first I was a little scared, and the more so because the rest of the hall was darkening with a pulse of colour gradually vanishing; and for an instant I really thought that the ghosts of the wrecked child's father and mother, and perhaps her nurse, were come to declare the truth about her, and challenge me for my hesitation. But presently I called to mind how many strange things had befallen me, both at sea and on the coast, in the way of feeling and vision too, designed, however, by the Power that sends them, more to forewarn than frighten us, and, as we get used to them, to amuse or edify. Therefore I plucked my spirit up and approached this odd appearance, and found that no part of it was visible upon the spot where it seemed to stand. But Watkin, who was much emboldened by my dauntless carriage, called out in Welsh that he could see me walking in and out of them, like so many haystacks. Upon this I took yet further courage, having a witness so close at hand, and nothing seeming to hurt me. So what did I do but go outside, without any motion of running away, but to face the thing to its utmost; and Watkin, keeping along the wall, took good care to come after me. Here I discovered in half a second that I had been wise as well as strong in meeting the matter valiantly; for what we had seen was but the glancing—or reflection, as they call it now—of what was being done outside. In a word, the thick and stifling heat of the day which had gathered to a head the glaring and blazing power of the last two months of hot summer was just beginning to burst abroad in whirlwind, hail, and thunder. All the upper heaven was covered with a spread of burning yellow; all the half-way sky was red as blood with fibres under it, and all the sides and margin looked as black as the new-tarred bends of a ship. But what threw me most astray was, that the whole was whirling, tossing upward jets of darkness, as a juggler flings his balls, yet at one time spinning round, and at the same time scowling down. Watkin knew not much of my meaning, but caught hold of my coat, and stood. And in truth it was enough to make not only a slip of a boy, but a veteran sailor, stand and fear. Not a flash of lightning yet broke the expectation of it, nor had been a drop of rain. But to my surprise, and showing how little we know of anything, over the high land broke a sand-storm, such as they have in Africa. It had been brewing some time, most likely in the Kenfig burrows, toward the westward and the windward, although no wind was astir with us. I thought of a dance of waterspouts, such as we had twice encountered in the royal navy; once, I know, was after clearing the mouth of the Strait of Malaccas; where the other was I truly forget, having had so much to go everywhere. But this time the whirling stuff was neither water, nor smoke, nor cloud; but sand, as plain as could be. It was just like the parson's hour-glass—only going up, not coming down, and quickly instead of slowly. And of these funnels, spinning around, and coming near and nearer, there may have been perhaps a dozen, or there may have been threescore. They differed very much in size, according to the breadth of whirlwind, and the stuff it fed upon, and the hole in the air it bored; but all alike had a tawny colour, and a manner of bulking upward, and a loose uncertain edge, often lashing off in frays; and between them black clouds galloped; and sometimes two fell into one, and bodily broke downward; then a pile as big as Newton Rock rose in a moment anyhow. Hill or valley made no odds; sand-hill, or sand-bottom; the sand was in the place of the air, and the air itself was sand. Many people have asked me, over and over again because such a thing was scarcely known, except at the great storm of sand four hundred years ago, they say —our people, ever so many times, assert their privilege to ask me now again especially how many of these pillars there were! I wish to tell the truth exactly, having no interest in the matter—and if I had, no other matter would it be to me; and after going into my memory deeper than ever I could have expected there would be occasion for, all I can say is this—legion was their number; because they were all coming down upon me; and how could I stop to count them? Watkin lost his mind a little, and asked me with his head gone under my regulation-coat if I thought it was the judgment-day. To this question I "replied distinctly in the negative" as the man of the paper wrote, when I said "no" about poaching ; and then I cheered young Watkin up, and told him that nothing more was wanted than to keep a weather-helm. Before his wit could answer helm so much as to clear my meaning, the storm was on me, and broke my pipe, and filled my lungs and all my pockets, and spoiled every corner of the hat I had bought for my dear wife's funeral. I pulled back instantly almost as quickly as boy Watkin could , and we heard the sand burst over the house, with a rattle like shot, and a roar like cannon. And being well inside the walls, we fixed our eyes on one another, in the gloom and murkiness, as much as we could do for coughing, to be sure of something. Moreover, Bardie seemed almost too full of life for quenching; and having escaped rocks, waves, and quicksands, surely she would never be wrecked upon dry land ignobly. Nevertheless, at the mere idea of those helpless little ones out in all this raging havoc, tears came to my eyes, until the sand, of which the very house was full, crusted up and blinded them. It was time to leave off thinking, if one meant to do any good. The whirlwinds spun and whistled round us, now on this side, now on that; and the old house creaked and rattled as the weather pulled or pushed at it. The sand was drifted in the courtyard without any special whirlwind three feet deep in the north-east corner; and the sky, from all sides, fell upon us, like a mountain undermined. It needed all my strength to draw the door of the house behind me, although the wind was bent no more on one way than another, but universal uproar. And down-roar too; for it fell on my head quite as much as it jerked my legs, and took me aback, and took me in front, and spun me round, and laughed at me. Then of a sudden all wind dropped, and yellow sky was over me. What course to take if I had the choice in search of those poor children, was more at first than I could judge, or bring my mind to bear upon. For as sure as we live by the breath of the Lord, the blast of His anger deadens us. Perhaps it was my instinct only, having been so long afloat, which drove me, straight as affairs permitted, toward the margin of the sea. And perhaps I had some desire to know how the sea itself would look under this strange visiting. Moreover, it may have come across me, without any thinking twice of it, that Bunny had an inborn trick of always running toward the sea, as behoved a sailor's daughter. Anyhow, that way I took, so far as it was left to me to know the points of the compass, or the shape and manner of anything. For simple and short as the right road was, no simpleton or shortwitted man could have hit it, or come near it, in that ravenous weather. In the whirl and grim distortion of the air and the very earth, a man was walking as you might say in the depth of a perfect calm, with stifling heat upon him, and a piece of shadow to know himself by; and then, the next moment, there he was in a furious state of buffeting, baffled in front, and belaboured aback, and bellowed at under the swing of his arms, and the staggering failure of his poor legs. Nevertheless, in the lull and the slack times, I did my utmost to get on, having more presence of mind perhaps than any landsman could have owned. Poor fellows they are when it comes to blow; and what could they do in a whirlwind? As I began to think of them, and my luck in being a seaman, my courage improved to that degree that I was able quite heartily to commend myself to the power of God, whom, as a rule, I remember best when the world seems coming to an end. And I think it almost certain that this piety on my part enabled me to get on as I did. For without any skill at all or bravery of mine, but only the calmness which fell upon me, as it used to do in the heat of battle, when I thought on my Maker, all at once I saw a way to elude a great deal of the danger. This was as simple as could be, yet never would have come home to a man unable to keep his wits about him. Blurred and slurred as the whole sky was with twisted stuff and with yellowness, I saw that the whirling pillars of sand not only whirled but also travelled in one spiral only. They all came from the west, where lay the largest spread of sandhills, and they danced away to the north-east first, and then away to south of east, shaping a round like a ship with her helm up, preserving their spiral from left to right as all waterspouts do on the north of the Line. So when a column of sand came nigh to suck me up, or to bury me—although it went thirty miles an hour, and I with the utmost scare of my life could not have managed ten perhaps—by porting my helm without carrying sail, and, so working a traverse, I kept the weather-gage of it, and that made all the difference. Of course I was stung in the face and neck as bad as a thousand musquitoes when the skirts of the whirl flapped round at me, but what was that to care about? It gave me pleasure to walk in such peril, and feel myself almost out of it by virtue of coolness and readiness. Nevertheless it gave me far greater pleasure, I can assure you, to feel hard ground beneath my feet, and stagger along the solid pebbles of the beach of Sker, where the sandstorm could not come so much. Jane, overjoyed by finding that she has living and friendly family members, insists on sharing the money equally with her cousins, and Diana and Mary come back to live at Moor House. Thinking that the pious Jane will make a suitable missionary's wife, St. John asks her to marry him and to go with him to India , not out of love, but out of duty. Jane initially accepts going to India but rejects the marriage proposal, suggesting they travel as brother and sister. As soon as Jane's resolve against marriage to St. John begins to weaken, she mystically hears Mr. Rochester's voice calling her name. Jane then returns to Thornfield to find only blackened ruins. She learns that Mr. Rochester's wife set the house on fire and committed suicide by jumping from the roof. In his rescue attempts, Mr. Rochester lost a hand and his eyesight. Jane reunites with him, but he fears that she will be repulsed by his condition. When Jane assures him of her love and tells him that she will never leave him, Mr. Rochester proposes again, and they are married. He eventually recovers sight enough to see their newborn son. The early sequences, in which Jane is sent to Lowood, a harsh boarding school , are derived from the author's own experiences. Brocklehurst is based on Rev. William Carus Wilson — , the Evangelical minister who ran the school. Additionally, John Reed's decline into alcoholism and dissolution recalls the life of Charlotte's brother Branwell, who became an opium and alcohol addict in the years preceding his death. Finally, like Jane, Charlotte became a governess. It was the residence of the Eyre family, and its first owner, Agnes Ashurst, was reputedly confined as a lunatic in a padded second floor room. Rochester retreats after the fire at Thornfield: The novel has been adapted into a number of other forms, including theatre, film, television - and at least two full-length operas, by John Joubert —97 and Michael Berkeley The novel has also been the subject of a number of significant rewritings and reinterpretations, notably Jean Rhys 's seminal novel Wide Sargasso Sea. In November , a manga adaptation, published by Manga Classics Inc. Chan, with artwork by Sunneko Lee. Jane Eyre' s initial reception was in stark contrast to its reputation today. Literary critic Jerome Beaty felt that the close first person perspective leaves the reader "too uncritically accepting of her worldview", and often leads reading and conversation about the novel towards supporting Jane, regardless of how irregular her ideas or perspectives are. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This is the latest accepted revision , reviewed on 16 April This article is about the novel. For other uses, see Jane Eyre disambiguation. Dewey Decimal. This article's plot summary may be too long or excessively detailed. Please help improve it by removing unnecessary details and making it more concise. October Learn how and when to remove this template message. Main article: Adaptations of Jane Eyre. This section needs expansion. You can help by adding to it. June For example, Marmion pub. 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And finding how tight and crank she was, and full of spring at every step, and with a pair of good ash sculls, and, most of all, discovering the snuggest of snug lockers, my conscience always a foremost feature showed me in the strongest light that it would be a deeply ungracious, ungrateful, and Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord sinful thing, if I failed to thank an ever-wise and overruling Providence for sending me this useful gift in so express a manner. And taking this pious and humble view of the night's occurrence, I soon perceived a special fitness in the time of its ordering.

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She never seemed tired of watching me, having slept out all her sleep for the moment; and as I piled up fish on fish, and they came sliding, slippery, she came shyly, eyeing them with a desire to see each one, pushing her mites of fingers out, and then drawing back in a hurry as their bellies shone in the moonlight.

Some of the congers could wriggle still, and they made her scream when they did it; but the lobsters were her chief delight, being all alive and kicking.

I am but an ancient fisherman upon the coast of Glamorganshire, with work enough of my own to do, and trouble enough of my own to heed, in getting my poor living.

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She was never tired of looking at things with life or motion in them; and this I found the special business of her nature afterwards. Now, being sure of my boat, I began to think what to do with Bardie. And many foolish ideas came, but I saw no way to a wise one, or at least I thought so then, and unhappily looked to prudence more than to gracious Providence, for which I have often grieved bitterly, ever since it turned out who Bardie was.

For the present, however though strongly source with her manners, appearance, and state of shipwreck, as well as impressed Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord a general sense of her being meant for good-luck to meI could not see my way to take her to my home and support her.

Many and many times over I said to myself, in my doubt and Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord, and perhaps more times than need have see more if my conscience had joined me, that it was no good to be a fool, to give way as a woman might do to the sudden affair of the moment, and a hot-hearted mode of regarding it. And the harder Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord worked at the stowing of fish, the clearer my duty appeared to me.

So by Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord time that all was ready for starting with this boat of mine, the sea being Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord the while as pretty as a pond by candle-light, it was settled in my mind what to do with Bardie. She must go to the old Sker-house. And having taken a special liking through the goodness of my nature and the late distress upon me to this little helpless thing, most sincerely I prayed to God that all might be ordered for the best; as indeed it always is, if we leave it to Him.

Nevertheless I ought never to have left it to Him, as every one now acknowledges. But how could I tell? By this time she began to be overcome with circumstances, as might happen naturally to a child but two years old, after long exposure without any food or management. Scared, and strange, and tired out, she fell down anyhow in the boat, and lay like a log, and frightened me.

Many men would have cared no more, but, taking the baby for dead, have here her into the grave of the waters.

I, however, have always been of a very different stamp from these; and all the wars, and discipline, and doctrine I have encountered, never could imbue me with the cruelty of my betters. Therefore I was shocked at thinking that the little dear was dead. However, it was high time now, if we had any hope at all of getting into Sker-house that night, to be up and moving. For though Evan Thomas might be late, Moxy, his wife, would be early; and the door would open to none but the master after the boys were gone to bed.

For the house is very lonely; and people no longer innocent as they used to be in that neighbourhood. I found the child quite warm and nice, though overwhelmed with weight of sleep; and setting her crosswise on my shoulders, whence she slid down into my bosom, over the rocks I picked my way, by the light of the full clear moon, towards the old Sker-Grange, which stands a little back from the ridge of beach, and on the edge of the sandhills.

This always was, and always must be, a very Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord and lonesome place, close to a desolate waste of sand, and the continual roaring of the sea upon black rocks. A great grey house, with many chimneys, many gables, and many windows, yet not a neighbour to look out on, not a tree to feed its chimneys, scarce a firelight in its gables in the very depth of winter.

Of course, it is said to be haunted; and just click for source I believe not altogether in any stories of that kind—despite some very Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord things indeed which I have beheld at sea—at any rate, I would rather not hear any yarns on that matter just before bedtime in that house; and most people would agree with me, unless I am much mistaken.

For the whole neighbourhood—if so you may call it, where there are no neighbours—is a very queer one—stormy, wild, and desolate, with little more than rocks and sand and sea to make one's choice among.

As to the sea, not only dull, and void it is of any haven, or of proper traffic, but as dangerous as need be, even in good weather, being full of draughts and currents, with a tide like a mill-race, suffering also the ups and downs which must be where the Atlantic Ocean jostles with blind narrowings: If any ship falls into them, the bravest skipper Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord ever stood upon a quarter-deck can do no more than pipe to prayers, though one or two craft have escaped when the tide was rising rapidly.

As for the shore, it is no better when once you get beyond the rocks than a stretch of sandhills, with a breadth of flaggy marsh behind them all the way to the mouth of Neath river, some three leagues to the westward.

Eastward, the scene is fairer inland, but the coast Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord more rugged and steep, and scarcely more inhabited, having no house nearer than Rhwychyns, which more info only a small farm, nearly two miles from Sker-Grange, and a mile from any other house. And if you strike inland from Sker—that is to say, to the northward—there is nothing to see but sand, warren, and furze, and great fields marked with rubble, even as far as Kenfig.

Looking at that vast lonely house, there were two things I never could make out. The first was, who could ever have been mad enough to build it there? And the second thing was still worse a puzzle: As to the first point, the story is, that click house was built by abbots of Neath, when owners of Sker-manor, adding to it, very likely, as they followed one another; and then it was used as their manor-court, and for purposes more important, as a place of refection, being near good fisheries, and especially Kenfig Pool, stocked with all fresh-water fish, and every kind of wild-fowl.

But upon the other question all that I can say is this: I have knocked about the world a good bit, and have suffered many trials, by the which I am, no doubt, chastened and highly rectified; nevertheless, I would rather end my life among the tombstones, if only allowed three farthings' worth of tobacco every day, than live with all those abbots' luxuries in that old grey house.

However, there were no abbots now, nor any sort of luxury, only a rough unpleasant farmer, a kind but slovenly wife of his, and five great lads, notorious for pleasing no one except themselves; also a boy of a different order, as you soon shall see. Thinking of all this, I looked with tenderness at the little dear, fallen back so fast asleep, innocent, and trustful, with her head upon my shoulder, and her breathing in my beard.

Turning away at view of the house, I brought the moonlight on her face, and this appeared so pure, and calm, and fit for better company, that a pain went to my heart, as in Welsh we speak of it. Because she was so fast asleep, and that alone is something holy in a very little child; so much it seems to be the shadow of the death itself, in their pausing fluttering lives, in their want of wit for dreaming, and their fitness for a world of which they must know more than this; also to a man who feels the loss of much believing, and what grievous gain it is to make doubt of everything, such a simple trust in Him, than whom we find no better father, such a confidence of safety at the very outset seems a happy art unknown, and tempts him back to ignorance.

Well aware what years must bring, from all the ill they have brought to us, we cannot watch this simple sort without a sadness on our side, a pity, and a longing, as for something lost and gone. In the scoop between continue reading sand-hills such a power of moonlight fell upon the face of this baby, that it only wanted the accident of her lifting bright eyes to me to make me cast away all prudence, and even the dread of Bunny.

But a man at my time of life must really look to the main chance first, and scout all romantic visions; and another see more means another mouth, however pretty it may be. Moreover, I had no wife now, nor woman to look after us; and what can even a man-child do, without their apparatus?

While on the other hand I knew that however dreary Sker might be there was one motherly heart inside it. Therefore it came to pass that soon the shadow of that dark house fell upon Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord little one in my arms, while with a rotten piece of timber, which was lying handy, I thumped and thumped at the old oak door, but nobody came to answer me; nobody even seemed to hear, though every knock Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord further and further into the emptiness of the place.

But just as I had made up my mind to lift the latch, and to walk in freely, as I would have done in most other houses, but stood upon scruple with Evan Thomas, I heard a Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord step in the distance, and Moxy Thomas appeared at last—a kindly-hearted and pleasant woman, but apt to be low-spirited as was natural for See more wifeand not very much of a manager.

And yet it seems hard to blame her there, when I come to think of it, for most of the women are but so, round about our neighbourhood—sanding up of room and passage, and forming patterns on the floor every other Saturday, and yet the roof all frayed with cobwebs, and the corners such as, in the navy, we should have been rope-ended for. By means of nature, Moxy was shaped for a thoroughly good and lively woman; and such no doubt she would have been, if she had had the luck to marry me, as at one time was our signification.

God, however, ordered things in a different manner, and no doubt He was considering what might be most for my benefit. Nevertheless, in the ancient days, when I was a fine young tar on leave, and all Sunday-school set caps at me perhaps I was two-and-twenty thenthe only girl I would allow to sit on the crossing of my legs, upon a well-dusted tombstone, and suck the things I carried for them all being fond of peppermintwas this little Moxy Stradling, of good Newton family, and twelve years old at that time.

She made me swear on the blade of my knife never to have any one but her; and really I looked forward to it as almost beyond a joke; and her father had some money.

Evan Black is in the house.

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As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her in-built pixie dust would be sprinkled far and wide. Along with her other bridesmaids, they made a pact that they would each seduce a groomsman. Whilst her mind may have been on tidy entanglements with another, Reed Lawson had other ideas. From the moment Reed laid eyes on the people pleasing pixie, he had unfamiliar thoughts. Being a SWAT commander, he was all about reading the room, whilst not necessarily getting involved. Reed was my favourite type of broody alpha; the complete shadow lurking, bossy, dirty talking package. A definite yum factor that kept me transfixed until the end. But once the communication commenced, the line was drawn and their vulnerabilities were revealed. The continuity between this series has been startlingly great. A definite prerequisite is to read this series in order. This was a deeper read than the light, fluffiness of 1, but no less enjoyable. Thank you, Tessa Bailey. My favourite so far.. View all 4 comments. Aug 04, Victoria rated it it was amazing Shelves: I loved this demanding, dirty talking, dominating hero. The first half of the book had a bit too much back and forth, hot and cold for my taste but the last half made up for it. I didn't realize that this book was part of a series and that there were several different authors contributing. Kind of a neat idea but am a little disappointed that Tessa Bailey won't be writing more with these supporting characters. View all 11 comments. Such a sweet story!! Next, I need Sophie's story!!! Best not spoilt what is good. Gotta skip them!! Happy reading D x. View all 6 comments. Nov 16, Mandy rated it it was amazing Shelves: This book was super hot! I loved Reed and Julie! I wish this would've been longer - this couple was perfect! View 2 comments. June 9, Rating: What I Liked: One of my all-time favorite Brazen novels is an old one of hers, Officer Off Limits. It's basically a Brazen classic! Yes, it's only been out for two years. That book is so good. I also enjoyed Bailey's Asking For Trouble. Also very good. I didn't absolutely love this novella, but I enjoyed it! Julie is one of the bridesmaids in her friend Kady's wedding. Julie is a planner, organizer, people pleaser. She never stops buzzing around trying to help people, and so for the week of Kady and Colton's wedding celebration, all Julie is concerned about is making the week as awesome as possible. Enter Reed, one the groomsmen. Julie would rather be interested in the boring best man, but secretly she's really attracted to Reed. Opposites attract in this steamy novella set during a pre-wedding celebration week filled with drama! Reed is a strange guy. He doesn't like physical touch other than sex, really. Meaning, hugs and warmy and fuzzy stuff are off limits hehe. He doesn't want to fall in love or care about someone - he wants to have a good time. Julie wants a stable relationship with someone reliable and perfect, and that doesn't seem to be Reed. Being a perfect sorority girl, Julie thinks Reed is crass and rude and bold - but the thing is, a part of her likes his "bad-boy" nature. The two of them are seriously hot together. The chemistry was jumping off the pages, super present and steamy. Seriously the chemistry is probably the best part of the book - I expect no less from Tessa Bailey! The sizzling scenes are well-written - and be prepared to fan yourself! I liked Reed a lot - he's an odd guy, he acts like he has a heart of stone, but he's a good guy. Probably not a nice guy, and definitely not someone Julie saw herself falling for. I like seeing them fall for each other, though it's a bunch of drama and shenanigans. Really, Julie makes everything so complicated. I don't care for her too much. Overall I liked this book. I might read the rest of the novellas in this series! Each is written by a different author, which I think is pretty cool. What I Did Not Like: I said this already, but I didn't really care for Julie. Let's explore this thought. I'm similar to Julie, in that I am a control freak, super organized, always running around trying to help everyone else. I get that. But Julie seemed a bit Too prissy, with a huge stick up her butt. She clearly thought she was above everyone else, especially Reed. The amount of privilege and power status rolling off of her when next to him was annoying. It was an indirect feeling I got, but I did not like it. Julie treated Reed like he had a plague, but then she burned for his touch. But then she denied that she was attracted to him. She did most of the pushing away, but of course, it's him that has to beg forgiveness in the end, and hope that she forgives him and decides to be with him. You hurt him too! You're the one with the stick up your butt! Sometimes, it's totally warranted. Other times, girlfriend needs to apologize. Maybe he does too. But it's important that both parties chase back each other to make a relationship work, and not just the guy. That's only fair, right? Would I Recommend It: I'd give a firm maybe, in terms of recommending this book. While I loved the romance and chemistry, I really didn't like Julie. I'm well aware that this could just be a "me" tic and I could be the only one that is annoyed with Julie. But she's the only reason this book didn't get a higher rating. If you have this one already, read it! Otherwise, trust me, there are other Brazen novels! Three more sitting in this post, so convenient! Of the four I reviewed today, this one is the one that I liked the least - and yet, I still liked it! So that's saying something about Brazen's novels. It's clear that I can't stay away! I'll definitely be looking out for more of Tessa Bailey's books - I love her work! View all 8 comments. Jun 02, Kara rated it it was amazing. Jun 14, Yomi M. Rating Clarification: Reed was amazing and that epilogue was just beautiful: Jan 13, Annaiss rated it liked it Shelves: I must improve my stalking abilities! Love me some Tessa Bailey! Hold on a second here - I need a moment or two to compose myself from enjoying all of Reed's dirty talking! Wow - I'm almost speechless, and I think I can say, that I found my perfect groomsman from Kady and Colton's wedding party. Reed is the one for me! Hold on tight girls, Reed is going to make you get all hot and bothered, and then some! Reed is an unexpected fill-in for a groomsman for the wedding party, and he and Julie are paired together. Talk about opposites! Julie is a good, sweet, Southern girl. Raised with perfect manners, a smile always on her face, always the pleaser, putting others needs first - taking care of everything and everyone. Reed is So, just imagine these two together. I don't want to give too much of their explosive relationship away, because you really need to read it to experience it enjoy it yourself. But I won't leave you totally hanging - here are some of my favorite lines. For two people so opposite and who "don't know who they are" with each, it's completely obviously these two are meant for each other! The "boys of Sker," as we always called those rough fellows over at Newton, were rabbiting in the warren; according to their usual practice, on a Sunday afternoon. A loose unseemly lot of lads, from fifteen up to two-and-twenty years of age, perhaps, and very little to choose between them as to work and character. All, however, were known to be first-rate hands at any kind of sporting, or of poaching, or of any roving pleasure. Watkin, the sixth and youngest boy, was of a different nature. His brothers always cast him off, and treated him with a high contempt, yet never could despise him. In their rough way, they could hardly help a sulky sort of love for him. The seventh and last child had been a girl—a sweet little creature as could be seen, and taking after Watkin. But she had something on her throat from six months up to six years old; and when she died, some three months back, people who had been in the house said that her mother would sooner have lost all the boys put together, if you left Watkin out of them. How that was I cannot say, and prefer to avoid those subjects. But I know that poor black Evan swore no oath worth speaking of for one great market and two small ones, but seemed brought down to sit by himself, drinking quietly all day long. When we came to the ancient hall or kitchen, as now they called it , for a moment I was vexed—expecting more of a rush, perhaps, than I was entitled to. Knowing how much that young child owed me for her preservation, and feeling how fond I was of her, what did I look for but wild delight at seeing "old Davy" back again? However, it seems, she had taken up with another and forgotten me. Watkin, the youngest boy of Sker, was an innocent good little fellow, about twelve years old at that time. Bardie had found this out already; as quickly as she found out my goodness, even by the moonlight. She had taken the lead upon Watkin, and was laying down the law to him, upon a question of deep importance, about the manner of dancing. I could dance a hornpipe with anybody, and forward I came to listen. I tell 'a. The little atom, all the time she delivered these injunctions, was holding out her tiny frock in the daintiest manner, and tripping sideways here and there, and turning round quite upon tiptoe, with her childish figure poised, and her chin thrown forward; and then she would give a good hard jump, but all to the tune of the brass jew's-harp which the boy was playing for his very life. And all the while she was doing this, the amount of energy and expression in her face was wonderful. You would have thought there was nothing else in all the world that required doing with such zeal and abandonment. Presently the boy stopped for a moment, and she came and took the knee of his trousers, and put it to her pretty lips with the most ardent gratitude. As they had not espied us yet, where we stood in the passage-corner, I drew Bunny backward, and found her all of a tremble with eagerness to go and help. I thought 'a could do anything. I 'ants to go to my dear mama and papa and ickle bother. Here she began to set up a very lamentable cry, and Watkin in vain tried to comfort her, till, hearing us, she broke from him. And 'e mustn't scold poor Susan. It is out of my power to describe how her little flushed countenance fell when she saw only me and Bunny. She drew back suddenly, with the brightness fading out of her eager eyes, and the tears that were in them began to roll, and her bits of hands went up to her forehead, as if she had lost herself, and the corners of her mouth came down; and then with a sob she turned away, and with quivering shoulders hid herself. I scarcely knew what to do for the best; but our Bunny was very good to her, even better than could have been hoped, although she came of a kindly race. Without standing upon ceremony, as many children would have done, up she ran to the motherless stranger, and, kneeling down on the floor, contrived to make her turn and look at her. Then Bunny pulled out her new handkerchief, of which she was proud, I can tell you, being the first she had ever owned, made from the soundest corner of mother Jones's old window-blind, and only allowed with a Sunday frock; and although she had too much respect for this to wet it with anything herself, she never for a moment grudged to wipe poor Bardie's eyes with it. Nay, she even permitted her—which was much more for a child to do—to take it into her own two hands and rub away at her eyes with it. Gradually she coaxed her out of the cupboard of her refuge, and sitting in some posture known to none but women children, without a stool to help her, she got the little one on her lap, and stroked at her, and murmured to her, as if she had found a favourite doll in the depth of trouble. Upon the whole, I was so pleased that I vowed to myself I would give my Bunny the very brightest halfpenny I should earn upon the morrow. Meanwhile, the baby of higher birth—as a glance was enough to show her—began to relax and come down a little, both from her dignity and her woe. She looked at Bunny with a gleam of humour, to which her wet eyes gave effect. Bunny was so overpowered by this, after all that she had done, and at the air of pity wherewith her proud ornament was flung on the floor, that she could only look at me as if I had cheated her about it. And truly I had seen no need to tell her about mother Jones and her blind. Then these little ones got up, having sense of a natural discordance of rank between them, and Bunny no longer wiped the eyes of Bardie, nor Bardie wept in the arms of Bunny. They put their little hands behind them, and stood apart to think a bit, and watched each other shyly. To see them move their mouths and fingers, and peep from the corners of their eyes, was as good as almost any play without a hornpipe in it. It made no difference however. Very soon they came to settle it between them. The low-born Bunny looked down upon Bardie for being so much smaller, and the highborn Bardie looked down upon Bunny for being so much coarser. But neither was able to tell the other at all what her opinion was; and so, without any further trouble, they became very excellent playmates. Doing my best to make them friends, I seized the little stranger, and gave her several good tosses-up, as well as tickles between them; and this was more than she could resist, being, as her nature shows, thoroughly fond of any kind of pleasure and amusement. She laughed, and she flung out her arms, and every time she made such jumps as to go up like a feather. Pretty soon I saw, however, that this had gone on too long for Bunny. She put her poor handkerchief out of sight, and then some fingers into her mouth, and she looked as black as a dog in a kennel. But Bardie showed good-nature now, for she ran up to Bunny and took her hand and led her to me, and said very nicely, "Give this ickle gal some, old Davy. She haven't had no pay at all. Oh, hot boofley buckens oo's got! Jolly, jolly! Keel song grand! This admiration of my buttons—which truly were very handsome, being on my regulation-coat, and as good as gilt almost, with "Minotaur" a kind of grampus, as they say done round them—this appreciation of the navy made me more and more perceive what a dear child was come ashore to us, and that we ought to look alive to make something out of her. If she had any friends remaining and they could scarcely have all been drowned , being, as she clearly was, of a high and therefore rich family, it might be worth ten times as much as even my boat had been to me, to keep her safe and restore her in a fat state when demanded. With that I made up my mind to take her home with me that very night, especially as Bunny seemed to have set up a wonderful fancy to her. But man sees single, God sees double, as our saying is, and her bits of French made me afraid that she might after all be a beggar. Although the heat was tremendous now even inside those three-feet walls , the little things did as I bade them. And I made the most of this occasion to have a talk with Watkin, who told me everything he knew. His mother had not been down since dinner, which they always got anyhow; because his father, who had been poorly for some days, and feverish, and forced to lie in bed a little, came to the top of the stairs, and called, requiring some attendance. What this meant I knew as well as if I had seen black Evan there, parched with thirst and with great eyes rolling after helpless drunkenness, and roaring, with his night-clothes on, for a quart of fresh-drawn ale. But about the shipwrecked child Watty knew scarce anything. He had found her in his bed that morning—Moxy, no doubt, having been hard pushed with her husband in that state what to do. And knowing how kind young Watty was, she had quartered the baby upon him. But Watkin, though gifted with pretty good English or "Sassenach," as we call it beyond all the rest of his family, could not follow the little creature in her manner of talking; which indeed, as I found thereafter, nobody in the parish could do except myself, and an Englishwoman whose word was not worth taking. Times and times, for sure we tried. But no use was the whole of it. She only shakes her head, and thinks with all her might, as you may say. And then she says, 'No! I'se not hot you says. I'se two years old, and I'se Bardie. And my papa he be very angy if 'e goes on so with me. My mama yoves me, and I yove her, and papa, and ickle brother, and everybody. But not the naughty bad man, I doesn't. On her dress it is to show it. No name, as the Christians put, but marks without any meaning. And of clothes so few upon her till mother go to the old cupboard. Rich people mother do say they must be; but dead by this time, she make no doubt. To me it is a subject of anxiety and sorrow. And I know perhaps more about it than any one else can pretend to do. The boy looked at me with wonder and eagerness about it. But I gave him a look, as much as to say, "Ask no more at present. And dreadful she cried at breakfast about her mama and her own spoon. To my heart I feel the pain when she does cry; I know I do. And then of a sudden she is laughing, and no reason for it! I never did see such a baby before. Do you think so, Mr Llewellyn? While I was talking thus with the boy, and expecting his mother every minute with hope of a little refreshment when the farmer should have dropped off into his usual Sunday sleep , a very strange thing began more and more to force itself on my attention. I have said that the hall of this desolate house was large and long, and had six doorways—narrow arches of heavy stone, without a door to any of them. Three of these arches were at the west and three at the east end of the room, and on the south were two old windows, each in a separate gable, high up from the floor, and dark with stone-work and with lead-work; and in the calmest weather these would draw the air and make a rattle. At the north side of the hall was nothing but dead wall, and fireplace, and cupboards, and the broad oak staircase. Having used the freedom to light a pipe, I sate with my face to the chimney-corner, where some wood-ashes were smouldering, after the dinner was done with; and sitting thus, I became aware of a presence of some sort over my right shoulder. At first I thought it was nothing more than the smoke from my own pipe, for I puffed rather hard, in anxiety about that little darling. But seeing surprise, and alarm perhaps, in Watkin's face, who sate opposite, I turned round, and there beheld three distinct and several pillars of a brownish-yellow light standing over against the doorways of the western end. At first I was a little scared, and the more so because the rest of the hall was darkening with a pulse of colour gradually vanishing; and for an instant I really thought that the ghosts of the wrecked child's father and mother, and perhaps her nurse, were come to declare the truth about her, and challenge me for my hesitation. But presently I called to mind how many strange things had befallen me, both at sea and on the coast, in the way of feeling and vision too, designed, however, by the Power that sends them, more to forewarn than frighten us, and, as we get used to them, to amuse or edify. Therefore I plucked my spirit up and approached this odd appearance, and found that no part of it was visible upon the spot where it seemed to stand. But Watkin, who was much emboldened by my dauntless carriage, called out in Welsh that he could see me walking in and out of them, like so many haystacks. Upon this I took yet further courage, having a witness so close at hand, and nothing seeming to hurt me. So what did I do but go outside, without any motion of running away, but to face the thing to its utmost; and Watkin, keeping along the wall, took good care to come after me. Here I discovered in half a second that I had been wise as well as strong in meeting the matter valiantly; for what we had seen was but the glancing—or reflection, as they call it now—of what was being done outside. In a word, the thick and stifling heat of the day which had gathered to a head the glaring and blazing power of the last two months of hot summer was just beginning to burst abroad in whirlwind, hail, and thunder. All the upper heaven was covered with a spread of burning yellow; all the half-way sky was red as blood with fibres under it, and all the sides and margin looked as black as the new-tarred bends of a ship. But what threw me most astray was, that the whole was whirling, tossing upward jets of darkness, as a juggler flings his balls, yet at one time spinning round, and at the same time scowling down. Watkin knew not much of my meaning, but caught hold of my coat, and stood. And in truth it was enough to make not only a slip of a boy, but a veteran sailor, stand and fear. Not a flash of lightning yet broke the expectation of it, nor had been a drop of rain. But to my surprise, and showing how little we know of anything, over the high land broke a sand-storm, such as they have in Africa. It had been brewing some time, most likely in the Kenfig burrows, toward the westward and the windward, although no wind was astir with us. I thought of a dance of waterspouts, such as we had twice encountered in the royal navy; once, I know, was after clearing the mouth of the Strait of Malaccas; where the other was I truly forget, having had so much to go everywhere. But this time the whirling stuff was neither water, nor smoke, nor cloud; but sand, as plain as could be. It was just like the parson's hour-glass—only going up, not coming down, and quickly instead of slowly. And of these funnels, spinning around, and coming near and nearer, there may have been perhaps a dozen, or there may have been threescore. They differed very much in size, according to the breadth of whirlwind, and the stuff it fed upon, and the hole in the air it bored; but all alike had a tawny colour, and a manner of bulking upward, and a loose uncertain edge, often lashing off in frays; and between them black clouds galloped; and sometimes two fell into one, and bodily broke downward; then a pile as big as Newton Rock rose in a moment anyhow. Hill or valley made no odds; sand-hill, or sand-bottom; the sand was in the place of the air, and the air itself was sand. Many people have asked me, over and over again because such a thing was scarcely known, except at the great storm of sand four hundred years ago, they say —our people, ever so many times, assert their privilege to ask me now again especially how many of these pillars there were! I wish to tell the truth exactly, having no interest in the matter—and if I had, no other matter would it be to me; and after going into my memory deeper than ever I could have expected there would be occasion for, all I can say is this—legion was their number; because they were all coming down upon me; and how could I stop to count them? Watkin lost his mind a little, and asked me with his head gone under my regulation-coat if I thought it was the judgment-day. To this question I "replied distinctly in the negative" as the man of the paper wrote, when I said "no" about poaching ; and then I cheered young Watkin up, and told him that nothing more was wanted than to keep a weather-helm. Before his wit could answer helm so much as to clear my meaning, the storm was on me, and broke my pipe, and filled my lungs and all my pockets, and spoiled every corner of the hat I had bought for my dear wife's funeral. I pulled back instantly almost as quickly as boy Watkin could , and we heard the sand burst over the house, with a rattle like shot, and a roar like cannon. And being well inside the walls, we fixed our eyes on one another, in the gloom and murkiness, as much as we could do for coughing, to be sure of something. Moreover, Bardie seemed almost too full of life for quenching; and having escaped rocks, waves, and quicksands, surely she would never be wrecked upon dry land ignobly. Nevertheless, at the mere idea of those helpless little ones out in all this raging havoc, tears came to my eyes, until the sand, of which the very house was full, crusted up and blinded them. It was time to leave off thinking, if one meant to do any good. The whirlwinds spun and whistled round us, now on this side, now on that; and the old house creaked and rattled as the weather pulled or pushed at it. The sand was drifted in the courtyard without any special whirlwind three feet deep in the north-east corner; and the sky, from all sides, fell upon us, like a mountain undermined. It needed all my strength to draw the door of the house behind me, although the wind was bent no more on one way than another, but universal uproar. And down-roar too; for it fell on my head quite as much as it jerked my legs, and took me aback, and took me in front, and spun me round, and laughed at me. Then of a sudden all wind dropped, and yellow sky was over me. What course to take if I had the choice in search of those poor children, was more at first than I could judge, or bring my mind to bear upon. For as sure as we live by the breath of the Lord, the blast of His anger deadens us. Perhaps it was my instinct only, having been so long afloat, which drove me, straight as affairs permitted, toward the margin of the sea. And perhaps I had some desire to know how the sea itself would look under this strange visiting. Moreover, it may have come across me, without any thinking twice of it, that Bunny had an inborn trick of always running toward the sea, as behoved a sailor's daughter. Anyhow, that way I took, so far as it was left to me to know the points of the compass, or the shape and manner of anything. For simple and short as the right road was, no simpleton or shortwitted man could have hit it, or come near it, in that ravenous weather. In the whirl and grim distortion of the air and the very earth, a man was walking as you might say in the depth of a perfect calm, with stifling heat upon him, and a piece of shadow to know himself by; and then, the next moment, there he was in a furious state of buffeting, baffled in front, and belaboured aback, and bellowed at under the swing of his arms, and the staggering failure of his poor legs. Nevertheless, in the lull and the slack times, I did my utmost to get on, having more presence of mind perhaps than any landsman could have owned. Poor fellows they are when it comes to blow; and what could they do in a whirlwind? As she prepares for her wedding, Jane's forebodings arise when a strange woman sneaks into her room one night and rips her wedding veil in two. As with the previous mysterious events, Mr. Rochester attributes the incident to Grace Poole, one of his servants. During the wedding ceremony however, Mr. Mason and a lawyer declare that Mr. Rochester cannot marry because he is already married to Mr. Mason's sister, Bertha. Rochester admits this is true but explains that his father tricked him into the marriage for her money. Once they were united, he discovered that she was rapidly descending into congenital madness, and so he eventually locked her away in Thornfield, hiring Grace Poole as a nurse to look after her. When Grace gets drunk, Rochester's wife escapes and causes the strange happenings at Thornfield. It turns out that Jane's uncle, Mr. John Eyre, is a friend of Mr. Mason's and was visited by him soon after Mr. Eyre received Jane's letter about her impending marriage. After the marriage ceremony is broken off, Mr. Rochester asks Jane to go with him to the south of France, and live with him as husband and wife, even though they cannot be married. Refusing to go against her principles, and despite her love for him, Jane leaves Thornfield in the middle of the night. Jane travels as far from Thornfield as she can using the little money she had previously saved. She accidentally leaves her bundle of possessions on the coach and is forced to sleep on the moor. She unsuccessfully attempts to trade her handkerchief and gloves for food. Exhausted and starving, she eventually makes her way to the home of Diana and Mary Rivers, but is turned away by the housekeeper. She collapses on the doorstep, preparing for her death. John Rivers, Diana and Mary's brother and a clergyman, rescues her. After she regains her health, St. John finds Jane a teaching position at a nearby village school. Jane becomes good friends with the sisters, but St. John remains aloof. The sisters leave for governess jobs, and St. John becomes somewhat closer to Jane. When Jane questions him further, St. John reveals that John Eyre is also his and his sisters' uncle. They had once hoped for a share of the inheritance but were left virtually nothing. Jane, overjoyed by finding that she has living and friendly family members, insists on sharing the money equally with her cousins, and Diana and Mary come back to live at Moor House. Thinking that the pious Jane will make a suitable missionary's wife, St. John asks her to marry him and to go with him to India , not out of love, but out of duty. Jane initially accepts going to India but rejects the marriage proposal, suggesting they travel as brother and sister. As soon as Jane's resolve against marriage to St. John begins to weaken, she mystically hears Mr. Rochester's voice calling her name. Jane then returns to Thornfield to find only blackened ruins. She learns that Mr. Rochester's wife set the house on fire and committed suicide by jumping from the roof. In his rescue attempts, Mr. Rochester lost a hand and his eyesight. Jane reunites with him, but he fears that she will be repulsed by his condition. When Jane assures him of her love and tells him that she will never leave him, Mr. Rochester proposes again, and they are married. He eventually recovers sight enough to see their newborn son. The early sequences, in which Jane is sent to Lowood, a harsh boarding school , are derived from the author's own experiences. Brocklehurst is based on Rev. William Carus Wilson — , the Evangelical minister who ran the school. Additionally, John Reed's decline into alcoholism and dissolution recalls the life of Charlotte's brother Branwell, who became an opium and alcohol addict in the years preceding his death. Instead she Maid For It was an extremely well wrote, very erotic, awesomely fast read! Maid For It requires their girls to do anything their wealthy clients want. This imperfect situation is better than dying. She quickly learns however that what is asked of her by Ben Hardcastle is completely new and foreign to her. Ben is her only chance at life so Gabi will be his willing submissive. No matter how much his fun room may terrify her. Yikes, this novella definitely packed a punch. There was so much smexy goodness I think at one point I melted onto the floor in a sweaty puddle off my office chair. Yes I totally read this at work. With a novella, especially an erotic novella it is sometimes hard to get a decent story line in there. Sex with a bajillionaire is much better then death certainly, but still, being put in the predicament is difficult. It certainly helped that Ben showed glimpses of feeling during their dirty dirty smex sessions. While being a submissive is totally not my thang, I can read about it and understand the position of those whose it is. I even LIKE reading about it. Even if being called a whore still makes me cringe. The game is still fun. Ben was HAWT. The things he could do, while probably completely over the top who can give a woman 5 orgasms in a row were totally drool worthy. I liked his ability to be dominate while still not hurting Gabi…well mostly…in any way. He was completely confident and that just made me want him more. Perhaps you can. How could you ever have a conversation? Do daily activities? I enjoy them from afar. Perhaps an occasional thing….. Maid For It was a pleasant surprise to me and I think it will be for you too. Filled with erotic situations and a plot line that crosses some barriers, I really enjoyed this novella. Aug 12, Monique rated it liked it. Originally reviewed at AsianCocoa's Secret Garden 3. There was some dubious consent involved so be aware. Gabriela Marquez has left her small town in Mexico. She is an eye witness to a murder involving a major drug cartel and her family fears for her life. They hire a pollero to get her over the border into the United States. Her job interview consists of performing a blow job on her boss in the backseat of his limousine. Her first job is working for Benjamin Hardcastle, a reclusive cyber security expert. Gabi soon discovers why most of the maids have not lasted more than two days as his employee. Benjamin is looking for more than a recreational sex toy. He wants a permanent willing and submissive sex slave. Her introduction to Benjamin comes two days later. And what a steamy introduction it is. Benjamin walks into the bathroom completely nude while Gabi is on her hands and knees cleaning the floor. He wastes no time getting acquainted with his new merchandise. The relationship progresses rather quickly. The love scenes are pretty erotic and intense. She was a survivor and did what she felt she had to do to stay alive. But I did warm up to him as he started to let his feelings for Gabi show. The sex scenes in Maid for It were well written and ultra smutty have a towel ready! Benjamin did soften towards Gabi in the end and I really enjoyed their happily ever after. I look forward to reading more from Lucy Rodgers. Maid for It gets 3. Oct 29, Chibineko rated it really liked it Shelves: I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's at the very beginning and is the very first sex scene in the book. After that point the scenes are consensual between our two main characters. It could be argued that Gabi is only performing the sex out of fear of being deported, but if I'd say that this is only the case in the very, very beginning with the first oral scene in the car. All in all, I loved this novella. It's short, sweet, and to the point with n I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's short, sweet, and to the point with nice and steamy sex scenes. Even better than that are the growing emotions between Gabi and Ben. I'll admit that the short story length is a bit of a disability at times, as the relation might have been propelled along faster than would otherwise seem rational. However this is a wish fulfillment sort of tale so that's easily overlooked. Another warning that I'd give to readers is that Gabi's background story remains part of the background. It's more something to explain why she'd enter into this situation and why she'd initially put up with this despite this not being her "thing" at first. On a side note, this might make it more difficult for some to read given that scenarios like this do happen in various formats in the sex trade industry. So if you think that you might have an issue with this, you might want to try another book. The writing here is also pretty good and while I was reading this I couldn't help but think that this is the type of story that Fifty Shades of Grey really wanted to be. I definitely recommend it over FSOG as a serious erotica read. I'm interested enough in reading the next entry, that's for certain. Jun 30, Dar rated it really liked it Shelves: This was a extremely pleasant surprise! While looking at possible books, this one caught my eye and then I saw it was free on the my Kobo, so I got to check it out for free - and it won't be last Maid for it book! Mexican Gabi is caught sneaking into the US, and she can't go back home because she has seen a drug cartel hit and will be killed. She is whisked away by a maid service only to be asked to service the owner in a limo. Trouble is, she kind of likes it. Her first assignment is to the recl This was a extremely pleasant surprise! Her first assignment is to the reclusive and rich Ben. While she doesn't see him for a few days and actually does cleaning, her sexual services are soon called upon. Trapped between her desire for the mastery of Ben vs her conservation, religious upbringing, she commits herself to him, at first because she will be killed if he sends her away, but more and more because she wants to be his He finds out all her secrets and makes it so her life can always be with him, to explain how would give too much away, but know these two get to be together as they want! Jul 13, Expresso rated it really liked it. This book has absolutely nothing to do with the mafia! With that being said I really liked the story! The storyline is excellent, the characters and their chemistry is excellent, story had a decent balance of suspense and intrigue, and the sex scene are HOT!! Gabi is an illegal immigrant running from a powerful Mexican drug lord. The first day at the "safe house" it is raided..

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Nake Pussy Watch Amateur whore fake tits Video Mothar xxx. I was going to throw in some quotes, but I'll you all experience the joy of Reed's dirty talk first hand! This book had such an adorable epilogue too: View 1 comment. Jan 06, Janey rated it it was amazing Shelves: ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. I was super excited that she was participating in this series, and, as a result, I was not disappointed ONE. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her in-built pixie dust would be sprinkled far and wide. Along with her other bridesmaids, they made a pact that they would each seduce a groomsman. Whilst her mind may have been on tidy entanglements with another, Reed Lawson had other ideas. From the moment Reed laid eyes on the people pleasing pixie, he had unfamiliar thoughts. Being a SWAT commander, he was all about reading the room, whilst not necessarily getting involved. Reed was my favourite type of broody alpha; the complete shadow lurking, bossy, dirty talking package. A definite yum factor that kept me transfixed until the end. But once the communication commenced, the line was drawn and their vulnerabilities were revealed. The continuity between this series has been startlingly great. A definite prerequisite is to read this series in order. This was a deeper read than the light, fluffiness of 1, but no less enjoyable. Thank you, Tessa Bailey. My favourite so far.. View all 4 comments. Aug 04, Victoria rated it it was amazing Shelves: I loved this demanding, dirty talking, dominating hero. The first half of the book had a bit too much back and forth, hot and cold for my taste but the last half made up for it. I didn't realize that this book was part of a series and that there were several different authors contributing. Kind of a neat idea but am a little disappointed that Tessa Bailey won't be writing more with these supporting characters. View all 11 comments. Such a sweet story!! Next, I need Sophie's story!!! Best not spoilt what is good. Gotta skip them!! Happy reading D x. View all 6 comments. Nov 16, Mandy rated it it was amazing Shelves: This book was super hot! I loved Reed and Julie! I wish this would've been longer - this couple was perfect! View 2 comments. June 9, Rating: What I Liked: One of my all-time favorite Brazen novels is an old one of hers, Officer Off Limits. It's basically a Brazen classic! Yes, it's only been out for two years. That book is so good. I also enjoyed Bailey's Asking For Trouble. Also very good. I didn't absolutely love this novella, but I enjoyed it! Julie is one of the bridesmaids in her friend Kady's wedding. Julie is a planner, organizer, people pleaser. She never stops buzzing around trying to help people, and so for the week of Kady and Colton's wedding celebration, all Julie is concerned about is making the week as awesome as possible. Enter Reed, one the groomsmen. Julie would rather be interested in the boring best man, but secretly she's really attracted to Reed. Opposites attract in this steamy novella set during a pre-wedding celebration week filled with drama! Reed is a strange guy. He doesn't like physical touch other than sex, really. Meaning, hugs and warmy and fuzzy stuff are off limits hehe. He doesn't want to fall in love or care about someone - he wants to have a good time. Julie wants a stable relationship with someone reliable and perfect, and that doesn't seem to be Reed. Being a perfect sorority girl, Julie thinks Reed is crass and rude and bold - but the thing is, a part of her likes his "bad-boy" nature. The two of them are seriously hot together. The chemistry was jumping off the pages, super present and steamy. Seriously the chemistry is probably the best part of the book - I expect no less from Tessa Bailey! The sizzling scenes are well-written - and be prepared to fan yourself! I liked Reed a lot - he's an odd guy, he acts like he has a heart of stone, but he's a good guy. Probably not a nice guy, and definitely not someone Julie saw herself falling for. I like seeing them fall for each other, though it's a bunch of drama and shenanigans. Really, Julie makes everything so complicated. I don't care for her too much. Overall I liked this book. I might read the rest of the novellas in this series! Each is written by a different author, which I think is pretty cool. What I Did Not Like: I said this already, but I didn't really care for Julie. Let's explore this thought. I'm similar to Julie, in that I am a control freak, super organized, always running around trying to help everyone else. I get that. But Julie seemed a bit Too prissy, with a huge stick up her butt. She clearly thought she was above everyone else, especially Reed. The amount of privilege and power status rolling off of her when next to him was annoying. It was an indirect feeling I got, but I did not like it. Julie treated Reed like he had a plague, but then she burned for his touch. But then she denied that she was attracted to him. She did most of the pushing away, but of course, it's him that has to beg forgiveness in the end, and hope that she forgives him and decides to be with him. You hurt him too! You're the one with the stick up your butt! Sometimes, it's totally warranted. Other times, girlfriend needs to apologize. Maybe he does too. But it's important that both parties chase back each other to make a relationship work, and not just the guy. That's only fair, right? Would I Recommend It: I'd give a firm maybe, in terms of recommending this book. While I loved the romance and chemistry, I really didn't like Julie. I'm well aware that this could just be a "me" tic and I could be the only one that is annoyed with Julie. But she's the only reason this book didn't get a higher rating. If you have this one already, read it! Otherwise, trust me, there are other Brazen novels! Three more sitting in this post, so convenient! Of the four I reviewed today, this one is the one that I liked the least - and yet, I still liked it! So that's saying something about Brazen's novels. It's clear that I can't stay away! I'll definitely be looking out for more of Tessa Bailey's books - I love her work! View all 8 comments. Jun 02, Kara rated it it was amazing. Jun 14, Yomi M. Rating Clarification: Reed was amazing and that epilogue was just beautiful: Jan 13, Annaiss rated it liked it Shelves: I must improve my stalking abilities! Love me some Tessa Bailey! Hold on a second here - I need a moment or two to compose myself from enjoying all of Reed's dirty talking! Wow - I'm almost speechless, and I think I can say, that I found my perfect groomsman from Kady and Colton's wedding party. Reed is the one for me! Hold on tight girls, Reed is going to make you get all hot and bothered, and then some! Reed is an unexpected fill-in for a groomsman for the wedding party, and he and Julie are paired together. Talk about opposites! Julie is a good, sweet, Southern girl. Raised with perfect manners, a smile always on her face, always the pleaser, putting others needs first - taking care of everything and everyone. Reed is So, just imagine these two together. I don't want to give too much of their explosive relationship away, because you really need to read it to experience it enjoy it yourself. But I won't leave you totally hanging - here are some of my favorite lines. For two people so opposite and who "don't know who they are" with each, it's completely obviously these two are meant for each other! Everyone's favorite, lovable Goody Two-Shoes turned into a very bad girl under the right touch. His touch, specifically. Julie and Reed couldn't be more different. She's the bright, bubbly, Southern blonde who's a total fixer. She is in Colorado as the maid of honor at her best friend's wedding - one she planned herself. Gabriela was surely naive when it came to certain things but she wanted so bad to please Ben, in fear of what could happen to her. So out of her desperation she did some things that were a little out there. I did think the author had a good storyline in regards to Gabriela and Ben in what he does for a living. I only wanted Ben to say I love you back to Gabi In the end, you sense that he cares but saying the words would have been an added bonus. The book is very graphic and sexually explicit and might have a few people a little turned off. It also contains scenes that might be very much disturbing and dark to many. GOOD Intimacy: View 1 comment. Jan 12, Saunders rated it it was ok Shelves: I highly recommend this novella to anyone who is curious about this genre but prefer to dip their toes in rather than plunge straight into the deep end. It's still free on Amazon as of this review's posting. Why it's a smart read: It's definitely erotica but die-hard erotica readers especially of BDSM may deem the sexual encounters as on the light side. Thankfully, the female protag is mostly a determined realist, not a weak-kneed damsel in distress. Now, I'm not saying that it's worthy of Psychology Today , just that it's approachable for the everyday reader. And BDSM is as much about the psychological and emotional needs of the individuals involved as it can be about physical pleasure or pain. Written in the first person, the reader is able to follow Gabi's slow progression from " Madre de Dios , what kind of monster have I given myself to? The conclusion feels right and is believable because the ultimate decision is left to Gabi and she can finally make a decision based on free will. Upon first meeting Gabi, Ben lays out his basic ground rules and then tests her acceptance of them. But when he realizes just how inexperienced she is, he immediately questions how she could even know that she was a submissive. The fact that weeks then pass before a substantive BDSM encounter occurs is more like real life. No self-respecting Dom would throw such a person straight into hard-core BDSM scenes, no matter how much he "senses" the submissive in her. Yes, it's a fictional story but it's bad fiction when its credibility extends beyond a reasonable suspension of disbelief. Why the plot works: Taken as a whole, the storyline seems far-fetched. But each separate plot point is based in reality. Innocent people sometimes do witness criminal acts which place their lives in jeopardy. Every day, women are coerced or abducted into the sex trade. Men do pay to have their sexual desires met. BDSM is a much larger community than most people realize, simply because those in the lifestyle usually don't flaunt it. My biggest complaint? Perhaps Ms. Rodgers would consider re-visiting Gabi and Ben in a future book. But then again, POV switches may have detracted from Gabi's progress as she comes to understand Ben and her perceptions change, even if her original circumstances don't. Lastly, there were some editing errors but not beyond the "we're all human" range, and I did question certain plot points but none were major enough to tank the book for me. The author is more than welcomed to PM me if curious about these items. Well-written, thoughtful and sexy, with sympathetic characters and a tangible romance. All from a new author who deserves to be read and followed. Well done, Ms. Dec 10, Rebekah Weatherspoon rated it it was ok Shelves: Ben has a dungeon and then use it exactly once. Ben is a perfectly fine hero. Nice guy, not a dickhead Dom at all. An introduction to a new author who writes quite well. Rodgers is an author I'm going to have to keep my eye one. This is a 3. The BDSM elements were tasty and just a bit of a tease. Nothing gritty is described. It's all a bit glossed over. The plot was very plausible. What I liked was reading it from Gabi's point of view. This story is actually rather sweet and redeeming for both characters. The writing for a free book was pleasing in that there were no grammar issues or misspelling errors. I would definitely read another book by Ms. I also liked her except of Damaged Goods. I will have to look for that book. Feb 04, carol rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Adults only. This was a nice surprise. A well rounded novella written in the first person that was far better than I'd anticipated both from the title and the fact that I was fortunate enough to have this as a free read. It is a story I would be happy to buy in the reasonably priced range. The story is told in the first person, Gabi's story is of blackmail and being forced into apparently agreed acceptance of what is an initially nonconsensual relationship though Ben the Dominant isn't aware of this as it's This was a nice surprise. The story is told in the first person, Gabi's story is of blackmail and being forced into apparently agreed acceptance of what is an initially nonconsensual relationship though Ben the Dominant isn't aware of this as it's carried through by Gabi in order to stay in the USA and not be deported back to Mexico, a situation of which she is terrified of. Ben, a rich powerful man and computer techno geek asks if she is there voluntarily and knows nothing of her reality or experiences, neither does he know of her virgin state until he has the physical and visual evidence. Gabi's is introduced to her submissive sexuality in every way possible but this could have had more attention to detail as to recounting Gabi's feelings, emotions and sensations as opposed to happenings. It would have enriched a good story further. English is good and it is edited. Too good for 3 star and in my opinion just hits four stars. View 2 comments. Feb 05, Diane rated it it was ok Shelves: May 01, Ridley rated it it was ok Shelves: This was a quick, semi-enjoyable dubcon novella, but I found it really disappointing. The sample sells a BDSM-esque story with dubious consent, but the book quickly devolves into a run-of-the-mill erotic romance. There's no moral ambiguity in this tale. If anything, this is a sweet, padded My First Dubcon Ero This was a quick, semi-enjoyable dubcon novella, but I found it really disappointing. If anything, this is a sweet, padded My First Dubcon Erotica for the vanilla romance crowd. It takes no chances, pushes no boundaries and stays safe and unoffensive. View all 8 comments. Jan 19, Battleaxe Betty rated it really liked it. When I first started reading I was disappointed to think it was just going to be smut with no story as it read a bit like a bad porn scene but that soon changed. It turned into a blend of good story and good sex. Enjoyable quick read. The good story. A nice quickie. It made no difference however. Very soon they came to settle it between them. The low-born Bunny looked down upon Bardie for being so much smaller, and the highborn Bardie looked down upon Bunny for being so much coarser. But neither was able to tell the other at all what her opinion was; and so, without any further trouble, they became very excellent playmates. Doing my best to make them friends, I seized the little stranger, and gave her several good tosses-up, as well as tickles between them; and this was more than she could resist, being, as her nature shows, thoroughly fond of any kind of pleasure and amusement. She laughed, and she flung out her arms, and every time she made such jumps as to go up like a feather. Pretty soon I saw, however, that this had gone on too long for Bunny. She put her poor handkerchief out of sight, and then some fingers into her mouth, and she looked as black as a dog in a kennel. But Bardie showed good-nature now, for she ran up to Bunny and took her hand and led her to me, and said very nicely, "Give this ickle gal some, old Davy. She haven't had no pay at all. Oh, hot boofley buckens oo's got! Jolly, jolly! Keel song grand! This admiration of my buttons—which truly were very handsome, being on my regulation-coat, and as good as gilt almost, with "Minotaur" a kind of grampus, as they say done round them—this appreciation of the navy made me more and more perceive what a dear child was come ashore to us, and that we ought to look alive to make something out of her. If she had any friends remaining and they could scarcely have all been drowned , being, as she clearly was, of a high and therefore rich family, it might be worth ten times as much as even my boat had been to me, to keep her safe and restore her in a fat state when demanded. With that I made up my mind to take her home with me that very night, especially as Bunny seemed to have set up a wonderful fancy to her. But man sees single, God sees double, as our saying is, and her bits of French made me afraid that she might after all be a beggar. Although the heat was tremendous now even inside those three-feet walls , the little things did as I bade them. And I made the most of this occasion to have a talk with Watkin, who told me everything he knew. His mother had not been down since dinner, which they always got anyhow; because his father, who had been poorly for some days, and feverish, and forced to lie in bed a little, came to the top of the stairs, and called, requiring some attendance. What this meant I knew as well as if I had seen black Evan there, parched with thirst and with great eyes rolling after helpless drunkenness, and roaring, with his night-clothes on, for a quart of fresh-drawn ale. But about the shipwrecked child Watty knew scarce anything. He had found her in his bed that morning—Moxy, no doubt, having been hard pushed with her husband in that state what to do. And knowing how kind young Watty was, she had quartered the baby upon him. But Watkin, though gifted with pretty good English or "Sassenach," as we call it beyond all the rest of his family, could not follow the little creature in her manner of talking; which indeed, as I found thereafter, nobody in the parish could do except myself, and an Englishwoman whose word was not worth taking. Times and times, for sure we tried. But no use was the whole of it. She only shakes her head, and thinks with all her might, as you may say. And then she says, 'No! I'se not hot you says. I'se two years old, and I'se Bardie. And my papa he be very angy if 'e goes on so with me. My mama yoves me, and I yove her, and papa, and ickle brother, and everybody. But not the naughty bad man, I doesn't. On her dress it is to show it. No name, as the Christians put, but marks without any meaning. And of clothes so few upon her till mother go to the old cupboard. Rich people mother do say they must be; but dead by this time, she make no doubt. To me it is a subject of anxiety and sorrow. And I know perhaps more about it than any one else can pretend to do. The boy looked at me with wonder and eagerness about it. But I gave him a look, as much as to say, "Ask no more at present. And dreadful she cried at breakfast about her mama and her own spoon. To my heart I feel the pain when she does cry; I know I do. And then of a sudden she is laughing, and no reason for it! I never did see such a baby before. Do you think so, Mr Llewellyn? While I was talking thus with the boy, and expecting his mother every minute with hope of a little refreshment when the farmer should have dropped off into his usual Sunday sleep , a very strange thing began more and more to force itself on my attention. I have said that the hall of this desolate house was large and long, and had six doorways—narrow arches of heavy stone, without a door to any of them. Three of these arches were at the west and three at the east end of the room, and on the south were two old windows, each in a separate gable, high up from the floor, and dark with stone-work and with lead-work; and in the calmest weather these would draw the air and make a rattle. At the north side of the hall was nothing but dead wall, and fireplace, and cupboards, and the broad oak staircase. Having used the freedom to light a pipe, I sate with my face to the chimney-corner, where some wood-ashes were smouldering, after the dinner was done with; and sitting thus, I became aware of a presence of some sort over my right shoulder. At first I thought it was nothing more than the smoke from my own pipe, for I puffed rather hard, in anxiety about that little darling. But seeing surprise, and alarm perhaps, in Watkin's face, who sate opposite, I turned round, and there beheld three distinct and several pillars of a brownish-yellow light standing over against the doorways of the western end. At first I was a little scared, and the more so because the rest of the hall was darkening with a pulse of colour gradually vanishing; and for an instant I really thought that the ghosts of the wrecked child's father and mother, and perhaps her nurse, were come to declare the truth about her, and challenge me for my hesitation. But presently I called to mind how many strange things had befallen me, both at sea and on the coast, in the way of feeling and vision too, designed, however, by the Power that sends them, more to forewarn than frighten us, and, as we get used to them, to amuse or edify. Therefore I plucked my spirit up and approached this odd appearance, and found that no part of it was visible upon the spot where it seemed to stand. But Watkin, who was much emboldened by my dauntless carriage, called out in Welsh that he could see me walking in and out of them, like so many haystacks. Upon this I took yet further courage, having a witness so close at hand, and nothing seeming to hurt me. So what did I do but go outside, without any motion of running away, but to face the thing to its utmost; and Watkin, keeping along the wall, took good care to come after me. Here I discovered in half a second that I had been wise as well as strong in meeting the matter valiantly; for what we had seen was but the glancing—or reflection, as they call it now—of what was being done outside. In a word, the thick and stifling heat of the day which had gathered to a head the glaring and blazing power of the last two months of hot summer was just beginning to burst abroad in whirlwind, hail, and thunder. All the upper heaven was covered with a spread of burning yellow; all the half-way sky was red as blood with fibres under it, and all the sides and margin looked as black as the new-tarred bends of a ship. But what threw me most astray was, that the whole was whirling, tossing upward jets of darkness, as a juggler flings his balls, yet at one time spinning round, and at the same time scowling down. Watkin knew not much of my meaning, but caught hold of my coat, and stood. And in truth it was enough to make not only a slip of a boy, but a veteran sailor, stand and fear. Not a flash of lightning yet broke the expectation of it, nor had been a drop of rain. But to my surprise, and showing how little we know of anything, over the high land broke a sand-storm, such as they have in Africa. It had been brewing some time, most likely in the Kenfig burrows, toward the westward and the windward, although no wind was astir with us. I thought of a dance of waterspouts, such as we had twice encountered in the royal navy; once, I know, was after clearing the mouth of the Strait of Malaccas; where the other was I truly forget, having had so much to go everywhere. But this time the whirling stuff was neither water, nor smoke, nor cloud; but sand, as plain as could be. It was just like the parson's hour-glass—only going up, not coming down, and quickly instead of slowly. And of these funnels, spinning around, and coming near and nearer, there may have been perhaps a dozen, or there may have been threescore. They differed very much in size, according to the breadth of whirlwind, and the stuff it fed upon, and the hole in the air it bored; but all alike had a tawny colour, and a manner of bulking upward, and a loose uncertain edge, often lashing off in frays; and between them black clouds galloped; and sometimes two fell into one, and bodily broke downward; then a pile as big as Newton Rock rose in a moment anyhow. Hill or valley made no odds; sand-hill, or sand-bottom; the sand was in the place of the air, and the air itself was sand. Many people have asked me, over and over again because such a thing was scarcely known, except at the great storm of sand four hundred years ago, they say —our people, ever so many times, assert their privilege to ask me now again especially how many of these pillars there were! I wish to tell the truth exactly, having no interest in the matter—and if I had, no other matter would it be to me; and after going into my memory deeper than ever I could have expected there would be occasion for, all I can say is this—legion was their number; because they were all coming down upon me; and how could I stop to count them? Watkin lost his mind a little, and asked me with his head gone under my regulation-coat if I thought it was the judgment-day. To this question I "replied distinctly in the negative" as the man of the paper wrote, when I said "no" about poaching ; and then I cheered young Watkin up, and told him that nothing more was wanted than to keep a weather-helm. Before his wit could answer helm so much as to clear my meaning, the storm was on me, and broke my pipe, and filled my lungs and all my pockets, and spoiled every corner of the hat I had bought for my dear wife's funeral. I pulled back instantly almost as quickly as boy Watkin could , and we heard the sand burst over the house, with a rattle like shot, and a roar like cannon. And being well inside the walls, we fixed our eyes on one another, in the gloom and murkiness, as much as we could do for coughing, to be sure of something. Moreover, Bardie seemed almost too full of life for quenching; and having escaped rocks, waves, and quicksands, surely she would never be wrecked upon dry land ignobly. Nevertheless, at the mere idea of those helpless little ones out in all this raging havoc, tears came to my eyes, until the sand, of which the very house was full, crusted up and blinded them. It was time to leave off thinking, if one meant to do any good. The whirlwinds spun and whistled round us, now on this side, now on that; and the old house creaked and rattled as the weather pulled or pushed at it. The sand was drifted in the courtyard without any special whirlwind three feet deep in the north-east corner; and the sky, from all sides, fell upon us, like a mountain undermined. It needed all my strength to draw the door of the house behind me, although the wind was bent no more on one way than another, but universal uproar. And down-roar too; for it fell on my head quite as much as it jerked my legs, and took me aback, and took me in front, and spun me round, and laughed at me. Then of a sudden all wind dropped, and yellow sky was over me. What course to take if I had the choice in search of those poor children, was more at first than I could judge, or bring my mind to bear upon. For as sure as we live by the breath of the Lord, the blast of His anger deadens us. Perhaps it was my instinct only, having been so long afloat, which drove me, straight as affairs permitted, toward the margin of the sea. And perhaps I had some desire to know how the sea itself would look under this strange visiting. Moreover, it may have come across me, without any thinking twice of it, that Bunny had an inborn trick of always running toward the sea, as behoved a sailor's daughter. Anyhow, that way I took, so far as it was left to me to know the points of the compass, or the shape and manner of anything. For simple and short as the right road was, no simpleton or shortwitted man could have hit it, or come near it, in that ravenous weather. In the whirl and grim distortion of the air and the very earth, a man was walking as you might say in the depth of a perfect calm, with stifling heat upon him, and a piece of shadow to know himself by; and then, the next moment, there he was in a furious state of buffeting, baffled in front, and belaboured aback, and bellowed at under the swing of his arms, and the staggering failure of his poor legs. Nevertheless, in the lull and the slack times, I did my utmost to get on, having more presence of mind perhaps than any landsman could have owned. Poor fellows they are when it comes to blow; and what could they do in a whirlwind? As I began to think of them, and my luck in being a seaman, my courage improved to that degree that I was able quite heartily to commend myself to the power of God, whom, as a rule, I remember best when the world seems coming to an end. And I think it almost certain that this piety on my part enabled me to get on as I did. For without any skill at all or bravery of mine, but only the calmness which fell upon me, as it used to do in the heat of battle, when I thought on my Maker, all at once I saw a way to elude a great deal of the danger. This was as simple as could be, yet never would have come home to a man unable to keep his wits about him. Blurred and slurred as the whole sky was with twisted stuff and with yellowness, I saw that the whirling pillars of sand not only whirled but also travelled in one spiral only. They all came from the west, where lay the largest spread of sandhills, and they danced away to the north-east first, and then away to south of east, shaping a round like a ship with her helm up, preserving their spiral from left to right as all waterspouts do on the north of the Line. So when a column of sand came nigh to suck me up, or to bury me—although it went thirty miles an hour, and I with the utmost scare of my life could not have managed ten perhaps—by porting my helm without carrying sail, and, so working a traverse, I kept the weather-gage of it, and that made all the difference. Of course I was stung in the face and neck as bad as a thousand musquitoes when the skirts of the whirl flapped round at me, but what was that to care about? It gave me pleasure to walk in such peril, and feel myself almost out of it by virtue of coolness and readiness. Nevertheless it gave me far greater pleasure, I can assure you, to feel hard ground beneath my feet, and stagger along the solid pebbles of the beach of Sker, where the sandstorm could not come so much. Hereupon I do believe that, in spite of all my courage—so stout and strong in the moment of trial—all my power fell away before the sense of safety. What could my old battered life matter to any one in the world, except myself and Bunny? However, I was so truly thankful to kind Providence for preserving it, that I cannot have given less than nine jumps, and said, "Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John," three times over, and in both ways. This brought me back to the world again, as any power of piety always does when I dwell therein, and it drove me thereupon to trust in Providence no longer than the time was needful for me to recover breathing. When I came to my breath and prudence, such a fright at first oppressed me, that I made a start for running into the foremost of the waves, thinking if I thought at all of lying down there, with my head kept up, and defying the sand to quench the sea. Soon, however, I perceived that this was not advisable. Such a roar arose around me from the blows of hills and rocks, and the fretful eagerness of the sea to be at war again, and the deep sound of the distance—the voice of man could travel less than that of a sandpiper, and the foot of man might long to be the foot of a sandhopper. For the sea was rising fast up the verge of ground-swell, and a deep hoarse echo rolling down the shoaling of the surges. This to me was pleasant music, such as makes a man awake. The colour of the sun and sky was just as I had once beholden near the pearl-grounds of Ceylon, where the bottom of the sea comes up with a very mournful noise, and the fish sing dirges, and no man, however clear of eye, can open the sea and the sky asunder. And by this time being able to look round a little—for the air was not so full of sand, though still very thick and dusty—I knew that we were on the brink of a kind of tornado, as they call it in the tropics,—a storm that very seldom comes into these northern latitudes, being raised by violence of heat, as I have heard a surveyor say, the air going upward rapidly, with a great hole left below it. Now as I stood on watch, as it were, and, being in such a situation, longed for more tobacco, what came to pass was exactly this—so far as a man can be exact when his wits have long been failing him. The heaven opened, or rather seemed to be cloven by a sword-sweep, and a solid mass of lightning fell, with a cone like a red-hot anvil. The ring of black rocks received its weight, and leaped like a boiling caldron, while the stormy waters rose into a hiss and heap of steam. Then the crash of heaven stunned me. When I came to myself it was raining as if it had never rained before. The rage of sand and air was beaten flat beneath the rain, and the fretful lifting of the sea was hushed off into bubbles. What to do I could not tell, in spite of all experience, but rubbed the sand from both my eyes, as bad as the beard of an oyster, and could see no clear way anywhere. Now the sky was spread and traversed with a net of crossing fires, in and out like mesh and needle, only without time to look. Some were yellow, some deep red, and some like banks of violet, and others of a pale sweet blue, like gazing through a window. They might have been very beautiful, and agreeable to consider, if they had been further off, and without that wicked crack of thunder through the roar. Worse storms I had seen, of course, in the hot world and up mountains, and perhaps thought little of them; but then there was this difference, I had always plenty of fellows with me, and it was not Sunday. Also, I then was young, and trained for cannons to be shot at me. Neither had I a boat of my own, but my dear wife was alive. These considerations moved me to be careful of my life—a duty which increases on us after the turn of the balance; and seeing all things black behind me, and a world of storm around, knowing every hole as I did, with many commendations of myself to God for the sake of Bunny, in I went into a hole under a good solid rock, where I could watch the sea, and care for nothing but an earthquake. For a while the power of the lightning seemed to quench the wind almost, and one continuous roar of thunder rang around the darkness. Then, with a bellow, the wind sprang forth like a wild bull out of a mountain , and shattered the rain and drowned the thunder, and was lord of everything. Under its weight the flat sea quivered, and the crests flew into foam, and the scourge upon the waters seemed to beat them all together. The whirlwinds now were past and done with, and a violent gale begun, and in the burst and change of movement there appeared a helpless ship. She was bearing towards Pool Tavan, as poor Bardie's boat had done, but without the summer glory and the golden wealth of waves. All was smooth and soft and gentle, as the moonlight in a glass, when the little boat came gliding with its baby captain. All was rough and hard and furious as a fight of devils, when that ship came staggering with its load of sin and woe. Eyre received Jane's letter about her impending marriage. After the marriage ceremony is broken off, Mr. Rochester asks Jane to go with him to the south of France, and live with him as husband and wife, even though they cannot be married. Refusing to go against her principles, and despite her love for him, Jane leaves Thornfield in the middle of the night. Jane travels as far from Thornfield as she can using the little money she had previously saved. She accidentally leaves her bundle of possessions on the coach and is forced to sleep on the moor. She unsuccessfully attempts to trade her handkerchief and gloves for food. Exhausted and starving, she eventually makes her way to the home of Diana and Mary Rivers, but is turned away by the housekeeper. She collapses on the doorstep, preparing for her death. John Rivers, Diana and Mary's brother and a clergyman, rescues her. After she regains her health, St. John finds Jane a teaching position at a nearby village school. Jane becomes good friends with the sisters, but St. John remains aloof. The sisters leave for governess jobs, and St. John becomes somewhat closer to Jane. When Jane questions him further, St. John reveals that John Eyre is also his and his sisters' uncle. They had once hoped for a share of the inheritance but were left virtually nothing. Jane, overjoyed by finding that she has living and friendly family members, insists on sharing the money equally with her cousins, and Diana and Mary come back to live at Moor House. Thinking that the pious Jane will make a suitable missionary's wife, St. John asks her to marry him and to go with him to India , not out of love, but out of duty. Jane initially accepts going to India but rejects the marriage proposal, suggesting they travel as brother and sister. As soon as Jane's resolve against marriage to St. John begins to weaken, she mystically hears Mr. Rochester's voice calling her name. Jane then returns to Thornfield to find only blackened ruins. She learns that Mr. Rochester's wife set the house on fire and committed suicide by jumping from the roof. In his rescue attempts, Mr. Rochester lost a hand and his eyesight. Jane reunites with him, but he fears that she will be repulsed by his condition. When Jane assures him of her love and tells him that she will never leave him, Mr. Rochester proposes again, and they are married. He eventually recovers sight enough to see their newborn son. The early sequences, in which Jane is sent to Lowood, a harsh boarding school , are derived from the author's own experiences. Brocklehurst is based on Rev. William Carus Wilson — , the Evangelical minister who ran the school. Additionally, John Reed's decline into alcoholism and dissolution recalls the life of Charlotte's brother Branwell, who became an opium and alcohol addict in the years preceding his death. Finally, like Jane, Charlotte became a governess. It was the residence of the Eyre family, and its first owner, Agnes Ashurst, was reputedly confined as a lunatic in a padded second floor room. Rochester retreats after the fire at Thornfield: The novel has been adapted into a number of other forms, including theatre, film, television - and at least two full-length operas, by John Joubert —97 and Michael Berkeley The novel has also been the subject of a number of significant rewritings and reinterpretations, notably Jean Rhys 's seminal novel Wide Sargasso Sea. In November , a manga adaptation, published by Manga Classics Inc. Chan, with artwork by Sunneko Lee. Jane Eyre' s initial reception was in stark contrast to its reputation today. Literary critic Jerome Beaty felt that the close first person perspective leaves the reader "too uncritically accepting of her worldview", and often leads reading and conversation about the novel towards supporting Jane, regardless of how irregular her ideas or perspectives are. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This is the latest accepted revision , reviewed on 16 April This article is about the novel. 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However, I was glad enough that Moxy did not hear her, for Mrs Thomas had no unreasonable ill-will towards dirt, but rather liked it in its place; and with her its place was everywhere. But I, being used to see every cranny searched and scoured with holystone, blest, moreover, when ashore, with a wife like Amphitrite go here used to come aboard of uscould thoroughly enter into the cleanliness of this Bardie, and thought more of her accordingly.

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How have we, damn it, arrived at the stereotype of women having no major problem with this? Lastly, and speaking as someone into dark erotica and also into sadomasochistic fantasies: It's not shoulder-shrugging acceptance which fuels my fire. At all. So, if you try reading this with the vague idea that it is anywhere close to the Dark Duet, forget it. It's not even on the same boat. View all 4 comments. She is in fear of returning home to Mexico after witnessing a gruesome crime between drug lords. Her guilty verdict is being void because the company Maid for It, own by Mr. Daniels will hire her and apply for a proper visa for Gabriela. What Gabriela slowly comes to realize is that Maid for It is not only about cleaning but also pleas http: What Gabriela slowly comes to realize is that Maid for It is not only about cleaning but also pleasing the owner and its members. Gabriela is sent to her new employer Ben, a very wealth security expert who has a dark sexual side to him. 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GOOD Intimacy: View 1 comment. Jan 12, Saunders rated it it was ok Shelves: I highly recommend this novella to anyone who is curious about this genre but prefer to dip their toes in rather than plunge straight into the deep end. It's still free on Amazon as of this review's posting. Why it's a smart read: It's definitely erotica but die-hard erotica readers especially of BDSM may deem the sexual encounters as on the light side. Thankfully, the female protag is mostly a determined realist, not a weak-kneed damsel in distress. Now, I'm not saying that it's worthy of Psychology Today , just that it's approachable for the everyday reader. And BDSM is as much about the psychological and emotional needs of the individuals involved as it can be about physical pleasure or pain. Written in the first person, the reader is able to follow Gabi's slow progression from " Madre de Dios , what kind of monster have I given myself to? 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Well done, Ms. Dec 10, Rebekah Weatherspoon rated it it was ok Shelves: Ben has a dungeon and then use it exactly once. Ben is a perfectly fine hero. Nice guy, not a dickhead Dom at all. An introduction to a new author who writes quite well. Rodgers is an author I'm going to have to keep my eye one. This is a 3. The BDSM elements were tasty and just a bit of a tease. Nothing gritty is described. It's all a bit glossed over. The plot was very plausible. What I liked was reading it from Gabi's point of view. This story is actually rather sweet and redeeming for both characters. The writing for a free book was pleasing in that there were no grammar issues or misspelling errors. I would definitely read another book by Ms. I also liked her except of Damaged Goods. I will have to look for that book. But how could I tell? By this time she began to be overcome with circumstances, as might happen naturally to a child but two years old, after long exposure without any food or management. Scared, and strange, and tired out, she fell down anyhow in the boat, and lay like a log, and frightened me. Many men would have cared no more, but, taking the baby for dead, have dropped her into the grave of the waters. I, however, have always been of a very different stamp from these; and all the wars, and discipline, and doctrine I have encountered, never could imbue me with the cruelty of my betters. Therefore I was shocked at thinking that the little dear was dead. However, it was high time now, if we had any hope at all of getting into Sker-house that night, to be up and moving. For though Evan Thomas might be late, Moxy, his wife, would be early; and the door would open to none but the master after the boys were gone to bed. For the house is very lonely; and people no longer innocent as they used to be in that neighbourhood. I found the child quite warm and nice, though overwhelmed with weight of sleep; and setting her crosswise on my shoulders, whence she slid down into my bosom, over the rocks I picked my way, by the light of the full clear moon, towards the old Sker-Grange, which stands a little back from the ridge of beach, and on the edge of the sandhills. This always was, and always must be, a very sad and lonesome place, close to a desolate waste of sand, and the continual roaring of the sea upon black rocks. A great grey house, with many chimneys, many gables, and many windows, yet not a neighbour to look out on, not a tree to feed its chimneys, scarce a firelight in its gables in the very depth of winter. Of course, it is said to be haunted; and though I believe not altogether in any stories of that kind—despite some very strange things indeed which I have beheld at sea—at any rate, I would rather not hear any yarns on that matter just before bedtime in that house; and most people would agree with me, unless I am much mistaken. For the whole neighbourhood—if so you may call it, where there are no neighbours—is a very queer one—stormy, wild, and desolate, with little more than rocks and sand and sea to make one's choice among. As to the sea, not only dull, and void it is of any haven, or of proper traffic, but as dangerous as need be, even in good weather, being full of draughts and currents, with a tide like a mill-race, suffering also the ups and downs which must be where the Atlantic Ocean jostles with blind narrowings: If any ship falls into them, the bravest skipper that ever stood upon a quarter-deck can do no more than pipe to prayers, though one or two craft have escaped when the tide was rising rapidly. As for the shore, it is no better when once you get beyond the rocks than a stretch of sandhills, with a breadth of flaggy marsh behind them all the way to the mouth of Neath river, some three leagues to the westward. Eastward, the scene is fairer inland, but the coast itself more rugged and steep, and scarcely more inhabited, having no house nearer than Rhwychyns, which is only a small farm, nearly two miles from Sker-Grange, and a mile from any other house. And if you strike inland from Sker—that is to say, to the northward—there is nothing to see but sand, warren, and furze, and great fields marked with rubble, even as far as Kenfig. Looking at that vast lonely house, there were two things I never could make out. The first was, who could ever have been mad enough to build it there? And the second thing was still worse a puzzle: As to the first point, the story is, that the house was built by abbots of Neath, when owners of Sker-manor, adding to it, very likely, as they followed one another; and then it was used as their manor-court, and for purposes more important, as a place of refection, being near good fisheries, and especially Kenfig Pool, stocked with all fresh-water fish, and every kind of wild-fowl. But upon the other question all that I can say is this: I have knocked about the world a good bit, and have suffered many trials, by the which I am, no doubt, chastened and highly rectified; nevertheless, I would rather end my life among the tombstones, if only allowed three farthings' worth of tobacco every day, than live with all those abbots' luxuries in that old grey house. However, there were no abbots now, nor any sort of luxury, only a rough unpleasant farmer, a kind but slovenly wife of his, and five great lads, notorious for pleasing no one except themselves; also a boy of a different order, as you soon shall see. Thinking of all this, I looked with tenderness at the little dear, fallen back so fast asleep, innocent, and trustful, with her head upon my shoulder, and her breathing in my beard. Turning away at view of the house, I brought the moonlight on her face, and this appeared so pure, and calm, and fit for better company, that a pain went to my heart, as in Welsh we speak of it. Because she was so fast asleep, and that alone is something holy in a very little child; so much it seems to be the shadow of the death itself, in their pausing fluttering lives, in their want of wit for dreaming, and their fitness for a world of which they must know more than this; also to a man who feels the loss of much believing, and what grievous gain it is to make doubt of everything, such a simple trust in Him, than whom we find no better father, such a confidence of safety at the very outset seems a happy art unknown, and tempts him back to ignorance. Well aware what years must bring, from all the ill they have brought to us, we cannot watch this simple sort without a sadness on our side, a pity, and a longing, as for something lost and gone. In the scoop between two sand-hills such a power of moonlight fell upon the face of this baby, that it only wanted the accident of her lifting bright eyes to me to make me cast away all prudence, and even the dread of Bunny. But a man at my time of life must really look to the main chance first, and scout all romantic visions; and another face means another mouth, however pretty it may be. Moreover, I had no wife now, nor woman to look after us; and what can even a man-child do, without their apparatus? While on the other hand I knew that however dreary Sker might be there was one motherly heart inside it. Therefore it came to pass that soon the shadow of that dark house fell upon the little one in my arms, while with a rotten piece of timber, which was lying handy, I thumped and thumped at the old oak door, but nobody came to answer me; nobody even seemed to hear, though every knock went further and further into the emptiness of the place. But just as I had made up my mind to lift the latch, and to walk in freely, as I would have done in most other houses, but stood upon scruple with Evan Thomas, I heard a slow step in the distance, and Moxy Thomas appeared at last—a kindly-hearted and pleasant woman, but apt to be low-spirited as was natural for Evan's wife , and not very much of a manager. And yet it seems hard to blame her there, when I come to think of it, for most of the women are but so, round about our neighbourhood—sanding up of room and passage, and forming patterns on the floor every other Saturday, and yet the roof all frayed with cobwebs, and the corners such as, in the navy, we should have been rope-ended for. By means of nature, Moxy was shaped for a thoroughly good and lively woman; and such no doubt she would have been, if she had had the luck to marry me, as at one time was our signification. God, however, ordered things in a different manner, and no doubt He was considering what might be most for my benefit. Nevertheless, in the ancient days, when I was a fine young tar on leave, and all Sunday-school set caps at me perhaps I was two-and-twenty then , the only girl I would allow to sit on the crossing of my legs, upon a well-dusted tombstone, and suck the things I carried for them all being fond of peppermint , was this little Moxy Stradling, of good Newton family, and twelve years old at that time. She made me swear on the blade of my knife never to have any one but her; and really I looked forward to it as almost beyond a joke; and her father had some money. Evan Black is in the house. By the tone of her voice I knew that this last was a fib of fright, and glad I was to know it so. Much the better chance was left me of disposing Bardie somewhere, where she might be comfortable. Soon as Mrs Thomas saw us by the light of a homemade dip, she scarcely stopped to stare before she wanted the child out of my arms, and was ready to devour it, guessing that it came from sea, and talking all the while, full gallop, as women find the way to do. I was expecting fifty questions, and, no doubt, she asked them, yet seemed to answer them all herself, and be vexed with me for talking, yet to want me to go on. Quick indeed! Much quick you are, old Dyo! Is it that way you do carry her? Old Davy good and kind; and I 'ont have him called kumsy. So spake up my two-year-old, astonishing me as she always has done by her wonderful cleverness, and surprising Moxy Thomas that such clear good words should come from so small a creature. Bring her in yourself, then, Dyo, if she thinks so much of you. Let me feel her. Not wet she is. Wherever did you get her? Put her on this little stool, and let her warm them mites of feet till I go for bread and butter. Although the weather was so hot, a fire of coal and driftwood was burning in the great chimney-place, for cooking of black Evan's supper; because he was an outrageous man to eat, whenever he was drunk, which as a doctor told me once shows the finest of all constitutions. But truly there was nothing else of life, or cheer, or comfort, in the great sad stony room. A floor of stone, six gloomy doorways, and a black-beamed ceiling—no wonder that my little darling cowered back into my arms, and put both hands before her eyes. When mama come, she be very angy with 'a, old Davy. I felt myself bound to do exactly as Mrs Thomas ordered me, and so I carried Miss Finical to the three-legged stool of firwood which had been pointed out to me; and having a crick in my back for a moment after bearing her so far, down I set her upon her own legs, which, although so neat and pretty, were uncommonly steadfast. To my astonishment, off she started before I could fetch myself to think over the rough stone flags of the hall, trotting on her toes entirely, for the very life of her. Before I could guess what she was up to, she had pounced upon an old kitchen-towel, newly washed, but full of splinters, hanging on a three-legged horse, and back she ran in triumph with it—for none could say that she toddled—and with a want of breath, and yet a vigour that made up for it, began to rub with all her power, as well as a highly skilful turn, the top of that blessed three-legged stool, and some way down the sides of it. However, I was glad enough that Moxy did not hear her, for Mrs Thomas had no unreasonable ill-will towards dirt, but rather liked it in its place; and with her its place was everywhere. But I, being used to see every cranny searched and scoured with holystone, blest, moreover, when ashore, with a wife like Amphitrite who used to come aboard of us , could thoroughly enter into the cleanliness of this Bardie, and thought more of her accordingly. While this little trot was working, in the purest ignorance of father and of mother, yet perhaps in her tiny mind hoping to have pleased them both, back came Mrs Thomas, bringing all the best she had of comfort and of cheer for us, although not much to speak of. I took a little hollands hot, on purpose to oblige her, because she had no rum; and the little baby had some milk and rabbit-gravy, being set up in a blanket, and made the most we could make of her. And she ate a truly beautiful supper, sitting gravely on the stool, and putting both hands to her mouth in fear of losing anything. All the boys were gone to bed after a long day's rabbiting, and Evan Black still on the spree; so that I was very pleasant knowing my boat to be quite safe toward my ancient sweetheart. And we got upon the old times so much, in a pleasing, innocent, teasing way, that but for fear of that vile black Evan we might have forgotten poor Bardie. Glad as I was, for the poor child's sake, that black Evan happened to be from home, I had perhaps some reason also to rejoice on my own account. For if anything of any kind could ever be foretold about that most uncertain fellow's conduct, it was that when in his cups he would fight—with cause, if he could find any; otherwise, without it. And in the present case, perhaps, was some little cause for fighting; touching as he no doubt would think not only his marital but manorial rights of plunder. Of course, between Moxy and myself all was purely harmless, each being thankful to have no more than a pleasant eye for the other; and of course, in really serious ways, I had done no harm to him; that boat never being his, except by downright piracy. Nevertheless few men there are who look at things from what I may call a large and open standing-place; and Evan might even go so far as to think that I did him a double wrong, in taking that which was his, the boat, and leaving that which should have been mine—to wit, the little maiden—as a helpless burden upon his hands, without so much as a change of clothes; and all this after a great day's sport among his rocks, without his permission! Feeling how hopeless it would be to reason these matters out with him, especially as he was sure to be drunk, I was glad enough to say "Good-night" to my new young pet, now fast asleep, and to slip off quietly to sea with my little frigate and its freight, indulging also my natural pride at being, for the first time in my life, a legitimate shipowner and independent deep-sea fisherman. By this time the tide was turned, of course, and running strong against me as I laid her head for Newton Bay by the light of the full moon; and proud I was, without mistake, to find how fast I could send my little crank barky against the current, having been a fine oarsman in my day, and always stroke of the captain's gig. But as one who was well acquainted with the great dearth of honesty not in our own parish only, but for many miles around , I could not see my way to the public ownership of this boat, without a deal of trouble and vexation. Happening so that I did not buy it, being thoroughly void of money which was too notorious, especially after two funerals conducted to everybody's satisfaction , big rogues would declare at once, judging me by themselves perhaps, that I had been and stolen it. And likely enough, to the back of this, they would lay me half-a-dozen murders and a wholesale piracy. Now I have by nature the very strongest affection for truth that can be reconciled with a good man's love of reason. But sometimes it happens so that we must do violence to ourselves for the sake of our fellow-creatures. If these, upon occasion offered, are only too sure to turn away and reject the truth with a strong disgust, surely it is dead against the high and pure duty we owe them, to saddle them with such a heavy and deep responsibility. And to take still loftier views of the charity and kindness needful towards our fellow-beings—when they hanker for a thing, as they do nearly always for a lie, and have set their hearts upon it, how selfish it must be, and inhuman, not to let them have it! Otherwise, like a female in a delicate condition, to what extent of injury may we not expose them? Now sailors have a way of telling great facts of imagination in the most straightforward and simple manner, being so convinced themselves that they care not a rope's end who besides is convinced, and who is not. And to make other people believe, the way is not to want them to do it; only the man must himself believe, and be above all reasoning. And I was beginning to believe more and more as I went on, and the importance of it grew clearer, all about that ill-fated ship of which I had been thinking ever since the boat came in. Twelve years ago, as nearly as need be, and in the height of summer—namely, on the 3d of June —a large ship called the 'Planter's Welvard,' bound from Surinam to the Port of Amsterdam, had been lost and swallowed up near this very dangerous place. Three poor children of the planter whose name was J. Jackert , on their way home to be educated, had floated ashore, or at least their bodies, and are now in Newton churchyard. The same must have been the fate of Bardie but for the accident of that boat. And though she was not a Dutchman's child, so far as one could guess, from her wonderful power of English, and no sign of Dutch build about her, she might very well have been in a Dutch ship with her father and mother, and little brother and Susan, in the best cabin. It was well known among us that Dutch vessels lay generally northward of their true course, and from the likeness of the soundings often came up the Bristol instead of the English Channel; and that this mistake which the set of the stream would increase generally proved fatal to them in the absence of any lighthouse. That some ship or other had been lost, was to my mind out of all dispute, although the weather had been so lovely; but why it must have been a Dutch rather than an English ship, and why I need so very plainly have seen the whole of it myself as by this time I began to believe that I had done , is almost more than I can tell, except that I hoped it might be so, as giving me more thorough warrant in the possession of my prize. This boat, moreover, seemed to be of foreign build, so far as I could judge of it by moonlight: The wonder is that I could judge of anything at all, I think, after the long and hard day's work, for a man not so young as he used to be. And rocks are most confusing things to be among for a length of time, and away from one's fellow-creatures, and nothing substantial on the stomach. They do so darken and jag and quiver, and hang over heavily as a man wanders under them, with never a man to speak to; and then the sands have such a way of shaking, and of shivering, and changing colour beneath the foot, and shining in and out with patterns coming all astray to you! When to these contrary vagaries you begin to add the loose unprincipled curve of waves, and the up and down of light around you, and to and fro of sea-breezes, and startling noise of sea-fowl, and a world of other confusions, with roar of the deep confounding them—it becomes a bitter point to judge a man of what he saw, and what he thinks he must have seen. It is beneath me to go on with what might seem excuses. Enough that I felt myself in the right; and what more can any man do, if you please, however perfect he may be? Therefore I stowed away my boat well earned both by mind and body snugly enough to defy, for the present, even the sharp eyes of Sandy Macraw, under Newton Point, where no one ever went but myself. Some of my fish I put to freshen in a solid mass of bladder-weed, and some I took home for the morning, and a stroke of business after church. And if any man in the world deserved a downright piece of good rest that night, with weary limbs and soft conscience, you will own it was Davy Llewellyn. Sunday morning I lay abed, with Bunny tugging very hard to get me up for breakfast, until it was almost eight o'clock, and my grandchild in a bitter strait of hunger for the things she smelled. After satisfying her, and scoring at the "Jolly Sailors" three fine bass against my shot, what did I do but go to church with all my topmost togs on? And that not from respect alone for the parson, who was a customer, nor even that Colonel Lougher of Candleston Court might see me, and feel inclined to discharge me as an exemplary Churchman when next brought up before him. These things weighed with me a little, it is useless to deny; but my main desire was that the parish should see me there, and know that I was not abroad on a long-shore expedition, but was ready to hold up my head on a Sunday with the best of them, as I always had done. At one time, while I ate my breakfast, I had some idea perhaps that it would be more pious almost, and create a stronger belief in me, as well as ease my own penitence with more relief of groaning, if I were to appear in the chapel of the Primitive Christians, after certain fish were gutted. But partly the fear of their singing noise unsuitable to my head that morning after the hollands at Sker-house , and partly my sense that after all it was but forecastle work there, while the church was quarterdeck, and most of all the circumstance that no magistrate ever went there, led me, on the whole, to give the preference to the old concern, supported so bravely by royalty. Accordingly to church I went, and did a tidy stroke of business, both before and after service, in the way of lobsters. We made a beautiful dinner that day, Bunny and I, and mother Jones, who was good enough to join us; and after slipping down to see how my boat lay for the tide, and finding her as right as could be, it came into my head that haply it would be a nice attention, as well as ease my mind upon some things that were running in it, if only I could pluck up spirit to defy the heat of the day, and challenge my own weariness by walking over to Sker-Manor. For of course the whole of Monday, and perhaps of Tuesday too, and even some part of Wednesday with people not too particular , must be occupied in selling my great catch of Saturday: For though, in her weariness and wandering of the night before, she did not seem to remember much, as was natural at her tender age, who could tell what might have come to her memory by this time, especially as she was so clever? And it might be a somewhat awkward thing if the adventures which I felt really must have befallen her should happen to be contradicted by her own remembrance: I thought it as well to take Bunny with me, for children have a remarkable knack of talking to one another, which they will not use to grown people; also the walk across the sands is an excellent thing for young legs, we say, being apt to crack the skin a little, and so enabling them to grow. A strong and hearty child was Bunny, fit to be rated A. And as proud as you could wish to see, and never willing to give in; so I promised myself some little sport in watching our Bunny's weariness, as the sand grew deeper, and yet her pride to the last declaring that I should not carry her. But here I reckoned quite amiss, for the power of the heat was such—being the very hottest day I ever knew out of the tropics, and the great ridge of sandhills shutting us off from any sight of the water—that my little grandchild scarcely plodded a mile ere I had to carry her. And this was such a heavy job among the deep dry mounds of sand, that for a time I repented much of the over-caution which had stopped me from using my beautiful new boat at once, to paddle down with the ebb to Sker, and come home gently afterwards with the flow of the tide towards evening. Nevertheless, as matters proved, it was wiser to risk the broiling. This heat was not of the sun alone such as we get any summer's day, and such as we had yesterday , but thickened heat from the clouds themselves, shedding it down like a burning-glass, and weltering all over us. It was, though I scarcely knew it then, the summing-up and crowning period of whole weeks of heat and drought, and indeed of the hottest summer known for at least a generation. And in the hollows of yellow sand, without a breath of air to stir, or a drop of moisture, or a firm place for the foot, but a red and fiery haze to go through, it was all a man could do to keep himself from staggering. Hence it was close upon three o'clock, by the place the sun was in, when Bunny and I came in sight of Sker-house, and hoped to find some water there. Beer, of course, I would rather have; but never was there a chance of that within reach of Evan Thomas. And I tried to think this all the better; for half a gallon would not have gone any distance with me, after ploughing so long through sand, with the heavy weight of Bunny, upon a day like that. Only I hoped that my dear little grandchild might find something fit for her, and such as to set her up again; for never before had I seen her, high and strong as her spirit was, so overcome by the power and pressure of the air above us. She lay in my arms almost as helpless as little Bardie, three years younger, had lain the night before; and knowing how children will go off without a man's expecting it, I was very uneasy, though aware of her constitution. So in the heat I chirped and whistled, though ready to drop myself almost; and coming in sight of the house, I tried my best to set her up again, finding half of her clothes gone down her back, and a great part of her fat legs somehow sinking into her Sunday shoes. The "boys of Sker," as we always called those rough fellows over at Newton, were rabbiting in the warren; according to their usual practice, on a Sunday afternoon. A loose unseemly lot of lads, from fifteen up to two-and-twenty years of age, perhaps, and very little to choose between them as to work and character. All, however, were known to be first-rate hands at any kind of sporting, or of poaching, or of any roving pleasure. Watkin, the sixth and youngest boy, was of a different nature. His brothers always cast him off, and treated him with a high contempt, yet never could despise him. In their rough way, they could hardly help a sulky sort of love for him. The seventh and last child had been a girl—a sweet little creature as could be seen, and taking after Watkin. But she had something on her throat from six months up to six years old; and when she died, some three months back, people who had been in the house said that her mother would sooner have lost all the boys put together, if you left Watkin out of them. How that was I cannot say, and prefer to avoid those subjects. But I know that poor black Evan swore no oath worth speaking of for one great market and two small ones, but seemed brought down to sit by himself, drinking quietly all day long. When we came to the ancient hall or kitchen, as now they called it , for a moment I was vexed—expecting more of a rush, perhaps, than I was entitled to. Both with a little baggage, would they end up being more than a temporary fling? Now who doesnt like a dirty talking tattooed hero? Loved Reed! Tessa Bailey writes some scorching sexual tension and hot sex scenes. There was great banter either with the girls or the boys or the couple. Im beginning to think our little Kady Bride to be is a sneaky matchmaker. I love a quick sexy book and thi 5 stars Reed and Julie share an instant atraction at their friends wedding. I love a quick sexy book and this one delivered. I think you can pick up any of these books without getting lost but you will miss out on the little detail on how the couples cross over. Loved it! ARC provided by the Publishers View all 31 comments. May 31, Jen rated it it was amazing Shelves: You knew who was between your thighs. I just found a way to give us both what we both wanted. This book was all kinds of hot. Her stories are always developed, thought out and dirty in the best possible way! This story was no exception. I loved seeing these two characters lust and grow with each other. Bring on the rest of the bridesmaids! View all 23 comments. Jan 20, Catarina rated it really liked it Shelves: Julie is the maid of honor and the wedding planner. She is a bubbly person that makes everyone else happy. Well, everyone except herself. They were opposites and nothing was supposed to happen between them. Until it does and everything changes. But the way they react to t 4,5 Bating Stars! So when they start to get closer and finding out more about each other, how much they will still want the other, after the masks fall and their real selves come forward? A sexy and romantic book with just the rifht amout of swoon. Writing Style: Third person, dual POV. Good writing with sexy and funny remarks and completely addictive. Character Development: Yeah, we know that was a disguise, but still. Some of her insecurities really made me want to slap her. But oh well, overall she was good and I liked her. Reed… oh, Reed. Derek, who? He was an amazing alpha male with a heart of gold. I completely loved him. And with the sweetest epilogue. View all 9 comments. When she encounters the dark and dangerously handsome Reed her brain tells her to run, but her body is sending entirely different signals. Reed sends her pulses racing with his very n 4. Reed sends her pulses racing with his very naughty, dirty mouth. When her fellow bridesmaids commit to a dare to each pick and seduce one of the groomsmen, Julie picks the best man to seduce thinking this will put any improper thoughts of Reed out of her head. I love a romance where the couple is powerless to resist the physical and emotional pull they have on each other. Reed is one delicious, bossy, dirty talking man! Julie had a profound effect on Reed, too. I hated it at the time. Tessa Bailey is an expert in creating believable, intense chemistry between her characters which make her novels panty melting HOT! Baiting the Maid of Honor was no exception. Baiting the Maid of Honor is one of four romances happening simultaneously, and my interest was definitely piqued enough to pick up the other stories! A copy was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. View all 21 comments. May 31, Claire Robinson rated it it was amazing Shelves: If at all possible, book two in the Wedding Dare series is even hotter than book one. Baiting the Maid of Honor worked for me on every level, with a rich storyline, well developed characters and the flawless progression of the series as a whole. Tessa Bailey really does excel when it comes to the guys she gives us to drool over in her books. I love me some dominant alpha male and SWAT Officer Reed Lawson is all that and a bag of crackers, wrapped up in a dirty-talking, take-no-shit, inked and scarred package. I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe. Tessa has spun that on its head in Baiting the Maid of Honor. All he wanted was to crush her to him. Absorb her scent. Her light. Never let her go. The push and pull between these two, and the dual POV again work perfectly, as with book one, you are pulled fully into the drama of Julie and Reed as a couple, and the Wedding preparations and the rest of the characters as the week progresses for all of them at Beaver Creek Resort as a whole. ARC generously provided by Entangled in exchange for the above honest review. View all 12 comments. Reed is a SWAT team commander. One thing is for sure At first she fights her attraction for this dark man, but soon she realizes Reed is the only man she wants. Everything worked for me…especially Reed. I loved, loved Reed. Julie was a great heroine. The banter between these two is so great and their chemistry is intense, palpable and so well written,…I love it!!! The adored the epilogue! It really left me with a big smile on my face. Everything was awesome! It was sweet, sensual and funny at times and it has an entertaining storyline, a smart lovable heroine, an alpha hero and hot as hell sex! View all 29 comments. You know I am convinced that she has the be one of the best writers of hot, badass alpha men Just unreal how damn turned on she can get you with just the introduction to her men You see So ridiculously hot. So perfectly male. He is all big and bad. He even has a past defined You know He even has a past defined by violence. Nothing better than that darkness meeting with some Georgia Sunshine in southern belle, Julie! I love insta lust when both characters are unabashed and willing to go all in. I mean if man is gonna dominate then nothing better than a woman willing to take it! Just one week of bridal party festivities She makes bad characters want to be better, she makes hot one night stands want forever, and she makes you want to yell at her for writing such short tales, lol!!!! Kudos Tessa, my libido thanks you I so needed an good cliffhanger free read! View all 14 comments. Feb 09, Wendy'sThoughts rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: We heard of this premise before Her contribution is Baiting the Maid of Honor The first book of this series was Dare to Resist by Laura Kaye; it set up the couple who's wedding all th 4. The first book of this series was Dare to Resist by Laura Kaye; it set up the couple who's wedding all the other books revolve around. My review https: The next part sets up the premise of all the characters together for a week of activities at the resort. In this book, Julie and Reed are the focus Bailey's hands Julie is the one everyone goes to These types of things she has always loved doing But times since college have changed Julie has become the substitute daughter to her family. Her older sister, Serena, was perfect; she was next in line to take over the family's business Because like in a "royal family", the first born always had all the responsibilities and the second born got to be more free. All that changed when her sister died from an accident four years ago This caused Julie to be on that never ending treadmill of running and trying to make everything right non stop. Reed is the other half of this equation. The one thing about Reed, though, is his loyalty to Colt, the groom and his friend Brock. Both were there for him all during his messed up childhood and from that point, they were like brothers. So this is not his thing and he is taking a moment on the terrace A woman comes out from the bar As she massages her scalp, she let's out a moan of pleasure Reed watches and starts to get worked up watching this woman releasing all her stress and verbally just going with the pleasure she is feeling. Reed starts to feel a need building of want for this woman from just hearing her Julie looks and see Mr. Dark Handsome and her Southern Proper roots won't let her be mean or rude She tries to put her hair back up with no success; Reed takes the opportunity to come up behind her, puts his hands in her hair and starts massaging her scalp Julie is off into sensory land Reed talking in her ear She pulls herself out of the trance Reed has put her in Jane is able to stand up to his initially arrogant manner, despite his strange behaviour. Rochester and Jane soon come to enjoy each other's company, and spend many evenings together. Odd things start to happen at the house, such as a strange laugh being heard, a mysterious fire in Mr. Rochester's room from which Jane saves Rochester by rousing him and throwing water on him and the fire , and an attack on a house-guest named Mr. After Jane saves Mr. Rochester from the fire, he thanks her tenderly and emotionally, and that night Jane feels strange emotions of her own towards him. The next day however he leaves unexpectedly for a distant party gathering, and several days later returns with the whole party, including the beautiful and talented Blanche Ingram. Jane sees that Blanche and Mr. Rochester favour each other and starts to feel jealous, particularly because she also sees that Blanche is snobbish and heartless. Jane then receives word that Mrs. Reed has suffered a stroke and is calling for her. Jane returns to Gateshead and remains there for a month to attend her dying aunt. Reed confesses to Jane that she wronged her, bringing forth a letter from Jane's paternal uncle, Mr. John Eyre, in which he asks for her to live with him and be his heir. Reed admits to telling Mr. Eyre that Jane had died of fever at Lowood. Soon afterward, Mrs. Reed dies, and Jane helps her cousins after the funeral before returning to Thornfield. Back at Thornfield, Jane broods over Mr. Rochester's rumoured impending marriage to Blanche Ingram. However, one midsummer evening, Rochester baits Jane by saying how much he will miss her after getting married and how she will soon forget him. The normally self-controlled Jane reveals her feelings for him. Rochester then is sure that Jane is sincerely in love with him, and he proposes marriage. Jane is at first skeptical of his sincerity, before accepting his proposal. She then writes to her Uncle John, telling him of her happy news. As she prepares for her wedding, Jane's forebodings arise when a strange woman sneaks into her room one night and rips her wedding veil in two. As with the previous mysterious events, Mr. Rochester attributes the incident to Grace Poole, one of his servants. During the wedding ceremony however, Mr. Mason and a lawyer declare that Mr. Rochester cannot marry because he is already married to Mr. Mason's sister, Bertha. Rochester admits this is true but explains that his father tricked him into the marriage for her money. Once they were united, he discovered that she was rapidly descending into congenital madness, and so he eventually locked her away in Thornfield, hiring Grace Poole as a nurse to look after her. When Grace gets drunk, Rochester's wife escapes and causes the strange happenings at Thornfield. It turns out that Jane's uncle, Mr. John Eyre, is a friend of Mr. Mason's and was visited by him soon after Mr. Eyre received Jane's letter about her impending marriage. After the marriage ceremony is broken off, Mr. Rochester asks Jane to go with him to the south of France, and live with him as husband and wife, even though they cannot be married. Refusing to go against her principles, and despite her love for him, Jane leaves Thornfield in the middle of the night. Jane travels as far from Thornfield as she can using the little money she had previously saved. She accidentally leaves her bundle of possessions on the coach and is forced to sleep on the moor. She unsuccessfully attempts to trade her handkerchief and gloves for food. Exhausted and starving, she eventually makes her way to the home of Diana and Mary Rivers, but is turned away by the housekeeper. She collapses on the doorstep, preparing for her death. John Rivers, Diana and Mary's brother and a clergyman, rescues her. After she regains her health, St. John finds Jane a teaching position at a nearby village school. Jane becomes good friends with the sisters, but St. John remains aloof..

Everything worked for me…especially Reed. I loved, loved Reed. Julie was a great heroine. The banter between these two is so great and their chemistry is intense, palpable and so well written,…I love it!!! The adored the epilogue! It really left me with a big smile on my face. Everything was awesome! It was sweet, sensual and funny at times and it has an entertaining storyline, a smart lovable heroine, an alpha hero and hot as hell sex!

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It was sweet, sensual and funny at times and it has an entertaining storyline, a smart lovable heroine, an alpha hero and hot as hell sex! View all 29 comments. You know I am convinced that she has the be one of the best writers of hot, badass alpha men Just unreal how damn turned on she can get you with just the introduction to her men You see So ridiculously hot. So perfectly male. He is all big and bad. He even has a past defined You know He even has a past defined by violence. Nothing better than that darkness meeting with some Georgia Sunshine in southern belle, Julie! I love insta lust when both characters are unabashed and willing to go all in. I mean if man is gonna dominate then nothing better than a woman willing to take it! Just one week of bridal party festivities She makes bad characters want to be better, she makes hot one night stands want forever, and she makes you want to yell at her for writing such short tales, lol!!!! Kudos Tessa, my libido thanks you I so needed an good cliffhanger free read! View all 14 comments. Feb 09, Wendy'sThoughts rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: We heard of this premise before Her contribution is Baiting the Maid of Honor The first book of this series was Dare to Resist by Laura Kaye; it set up the couple who's wedding all th 4. The first book of this series was Dare to Resist by Laura Kaye; it set up the couple who's wedding all the other books revolve around. My review https: The next part sets up the premise of all the characters together for a week of activities at the resort. In this book, Julie and Reed are the focus Bailey's hands Julie is the one everyone goes to These types of things she has always loved doing But times since college have changed Julie has become the substitute daughter to her family. Her older sister, Serena, was perfect; she was next in line to take over the family's business Because like in a "royal family", the first born always had all the responsibilities and the second born got to be more free. All that changed when her sister died from an accident four years ago This caused Julie to be on that never ending treadmill of running and trying to make everything right non stop. Reed is the other half of this equation. The one thing about Reed, though, is his loyalty to Colt, the groom and his friend Brock. Both were there for him all during his messed up childhood and from that point, they were like brothers. So this is not his thing and he is taking a moment on the terrace A woman comes out from the bar As she massages her scalp, she let's out a moan of pleasure Reed watches and starts to get worked up watching this woman releasing all her stress and verbally just going with the pleasure she is feeling. Reed starts to feel a need building of want for this woman from just hearing her Julie looks and see Mr. Dark Handsome and her Southern Proper roots won't let her be mean or rude She tries to put her hair back up with no success; Reed takes the opportunity to come up behind her, puts his hands in her hair and starts massaging her scalp Julie is off into sensory land Reed talking in her ear She pulls herself out of the trance Reed has put her in She turns and goes back to the bar. In a matter of minutes she learns Mr. Hot Hands is part of the wedding party! With Reed part of this wedding party Julie will just have to figure out how to stay away from him Overtly Sexual and Blatant about it Tessa Bailey has given us the perfect set up Reed is a "what you see is what you get" kind of guy Masculine, commanding, built with scars on his body and those on his heart. His family life was a classic case of woman lost to a man who drank and mistreated her. The child watched it all; then lost his mom to cancer. He never saw loving between two people; felt he was less than due to poverty and swore he would make something out of himself. He experienced a life changing bar fight and had the scars to show for it He turned himself around; became a member of the force and then Swat team. He was never touchy-feely This story was so good Reed was one of those sexy men you just want to whisper all kinds of naughty things in your ear There were so many different scenes that had me wishing I had met someone like Reed back in the day Hell, I would take a geriatric Reed right now! This story follows the same wedding details as the other book so all of the stories of the Wedding Dare group can work together. You just see things a little differently due to the couple of focus. There are two more to come and I am happily working my way through them. For more Reviews, Free E-books and Giveaways. View all 10 comments. Sep 23, Geri Reads rated it really liked it. I was looking for something short and steamy read and Tessa Bailey did not disappoint. Jan 18, Nicola rated it it was amazing. Her contribution to the Wedding Dare series delivers exactly what she does best; an off-the-scale sexy cop and a lady who presses every one of his buttons. Tall, dark and dangerous, our SWAT commander doesn't do romance. His demeanour attracts a certain type of lady and he's fine with that 1 Wedding. His demeanour attracts a certain type of lady and he's fine with that. And Julie? But what's on the outside isn't necessarily what's on the inside as both soon discover With the hot, sexy, page-burning delights that Tessa Bailey delivers in all her Brazen books, Reed and Julie were a couple to fall in love with. And as they discover each other, their vulnerabilities are brought to the surface and this brought the emotion out. Baiting the Maid of Honor is a fabulous addition to the series and topped off with a super epilogue, Shadow Lurker and Pixie get 5 glorious stars from me. Dare to Resist Wedding Dare 0. View all 3 comments. May 26, Jeanne rated it really liked it. This Tessa Bailey fangirl approves of Reed! I have a million things I should be doing, but it seems more fun to rank my Tessa Bailey book boyfriends. Reed is tied with Daniel for my favorite hot officer. Those two are followed closely by Brent, from Line of Duty 4. My favorite book is still Officer off Limits. IMO Tessa Bailey never disappoints in the dirty talk, smut department, and this one had some good stuff. I was going to throw in some quotes, but I'll you all experience the joy of Reed's This Tessa Bailey fangirl approves of Reed! I was going to throw in some quotes, but I'll you all experience the joy of Reed's dirty talk first hand! This book had such an adorable epilogue too: View 1 comment. Jan 06, Janey rated it it was amazing Shelves: ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. I was super excited that she was participating in this series, and, as a result, I was not disappointed ONE. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her ARC kindly received from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.. As a natural people pleaser, she has been given the job to organise the sequence of events, ensuring her in-built pixie dust would be sprinkled far and wide. Along with her other bridesmaids, they made a pact that they would each seduce a groomsman. Whilst her mind may have been on tidy entanglements with another, Reed Lawson had other ideas. From the moment Reed laid eyes on the people pleasing pixie, he had unfamiliar thoughts. Being a SWAT commander, he was all about reading the room, whilst not necessarily getting involved. Reed was my favourite type of broody alpha; the complete shadow lurking, bossy, dirty talking package. A definite yum factor that kept me transfixed until the end. But once the communication commenced, the line was drawn and their vulnerabilities were revealed. The continuity between this series has been startlingly great. A definite prerequisite is to read this series in order. This was a deeper read than the light, fluffiness of 1, but no less enjoyable. Thank you, Tessa Bailey. Having witnessed a murder by a drug lord, she fled to the US to save her life. Instead she Maid For It was an extremely well wrote, very erotic, awesomely fast read! Maid For It requires their girls to do anything their wealthy clients want. This imperfect situation is better than dying. She quickly learns however that what is asked of her by Ben Hardcastle is completely new and foreign to her. Ben is her only chance at life so Gabi will be his willing submissive. No matter how much his fun room may terrify her. Yikes, this novella definitely packed a punch. There was so much smexy goodness I think at one point I melted onto the floor in a sweaty puddle off my office chair. Yes I totally read this at work. With a novella, especially an erotic novella it is sometimes hard to get a decent story line in there. Sex with a bajillionaire is much better then death certainly, but still, being put in the predicament is difficult. It certainly helped that Ben showed glimpses of feeling during their dirty dirty smex sessions. While being a submissive is totally not my thang, I can read about it and understand the position of those whose it is. I even LIKE reading about it. Even if being called a whore still makes me cringe. The game is still fun. Ben was HAWT. The things he could do, while probably completely over the top who can give a woman 5 orgasms in a row were totally drool worthy. I liked his ability to be dominate while still not hurting Gabi…well mostly…in any way. He was completely confident and that just made me want him more. Perhaps you can. How could you ever have a conversation? Do daily activities? I enjoy them from afar. Perhaps an occasional thing….. Maid For It was a pleasant surprise to me and I think it will be for you too. Filled with erotic situations and a plot line that crosses some barriers, I really enjoyed this novella. Aug 12, Monique rated it liked it. Originally reviewed at AsianCocoa's Secret Garden 3. There was some dubious consent involved so be aware. Gabriela Marquez has left her small town in Mexico. She is an eye witness to a murder involving a major drug cartel and her family fears for her life. They hire a pollero to get her over the border into the United States. Her job interview consists of performing a blow job on her boss in the backseat of his limousine. Her first job is working for Benjamin Hardcastle, a reclusive cyber security expert. Gabi soon discovers why most of the maids have not lasted more than two days as his employee. Benjamin is looking for more than a recreational sex toy. He wants a permanent willing and submissive sex slave. Her introduction to Benjamin comes two days later. And what a steamy introduction it is. Benjamin walks into the bathroom completely nude while Gabi is on her hands and knees cleaning the floor. He wastes no time getting acquainted with his new merchandise. The relationship progresses rather quickly. The love scenes are pretty erotic and intense. She was a survivor and did what she felt she had to do to stay alive. But I did warm up to him as he started to let his feelings for Gabi show. The sex scenes in Maid for It were well written and ultra smutty have a towel ready! Benjamin did soften towards Gabi in the end and I really enjoyed their happily ever after. I look forward to reading more from Lucy Rodgers. Maid for It gets 3. Oct 29, Chibineko rated it really liked it Shelves: I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's at the very beginning and is the very first sex scene in the book. After that point the scenes are consensual between our two main characters. It could be argued that Gabi is only performing the sex out of fear of being deported, but if I'd say that this is only the case in the very, very beginning with the first oral scene in the car. All in all, I loved this novella. It's short, sweet, and to the point with n I'll warn potential readers that there is one semi-consensual scene in this book. It's short, sweet, and to the point with nice and steamy sex scenes. Even better than that are the growing emotions between Gabi and Ben. I'll admit that the short story length is a bit of a disability at times, as the relation might have been propelled along faster than would otherwise seem rational. However this is a wish fulfillment sort of tale so that's easily overlooked. Another warning that I'd give to readers is that Gabi's background story remains part of the background. It's more something to explain why she'd enter into this situation and why she'd initially put up with this despite this not being her "thing" at first. On a side note, this might make it more difficult for some to read given that scenarios like this do happen in various formats in the sex trade industry. So if you think that you might have an issue with this, you might want to try another book. The writing here is also pretty good and while I was reading this I couldn't help but think that this is the type of story that Fifty Shades of Grey really wanted to be. I definitely recommend it over FSOG as a serious erotica read. I'm interested enough in reading the next entry, that's for certain. Jun 30, Dar rated it really liked it Shelves: This was a extremely pleasant surprise! While looking at possible books, this one caught my eye and then I saw it was free on the my Kobo, so I got to check it out for free - and it won't be last Maid for it book! Mexican Gabi is caught sneaking into the US, and she can't go back home because she has seen a drug cartel hit and will be killed. She is whisked away by a maid service only to be asked to service the owner in a limo. Trouble is, she kind of likes it. Her first assignment is to the recl This was a extremely pleasant surprise! Her first assignment is to the reclusive and rich Ben. While she doesn't see him for a few days and actually does cleaning, her sexual services are soon called upon. Trapped between her desire for the mastery of Ben vs her conservation, religious upbringing, she commits herself to him, at first because she will be killed if he sends her away, but more and more because she wants to be his He finds out all her secrets and makes it so her life can always be with him, to explain how would give too much away, but know these two get to be together as they want! Jul 13, Expresso rated it really liked it. This book has absolutely nothing to do with the mafia! With that being said I really liked the story! The storyline is excellent, the characters and their chemistry is excellent, story had a decent balance of suspense and intrigue, and the sex scene are HOT!! Gabi is an illegal immigrant running from a powerful Mexican drug lord. A floor of stone, six gloomy doorways, and a black-beamed ceiling—no wonder that my little darling cowered back into my arms, and put both hands before her eyes. When mama come, she be very angy with 'a, old Davy. I felt myself bound to do exactly as Mrs Thomas ordered me, and so I carried Miss Finical to the three-legged stool of firwood which had been pointed out to me; and having a crick in my back for a moment after bearing her so far, down I set her upon her own legs, which, although so neat and pretty, were uncommonly steadfast. To my astonishment, off she started before I could fetch myself to think over the rough stone flags of the hall, trotting on her toes entirely, for the very life of her. Before I could guess what she was up to, she had pounced upon an old kitchen-towel, newly washed, but full of splinters, hanging on a three-legged horse, and back she ran in triumph with it—for none could say that she toddled—and with a want of breath, and yet a vigour that made up for it, began to rub with all her power, as well as a highly skilful turn, the top of that blessed three-legged stool, and some way down the sides of it. However, I was glad enough that Moxy did not hear her, for Mrs Thomas had no unreasonable ill-will towards dirt, but rather liked it in its place; and with her its place was everywhere. But I, being used to see every cranny searched and scoured with holystone, blest, moreover, when ashore, with a wife like Amphitrite who used to come aboard of us , could thoroughly enter into the cleanliness of this Bardie, and thought more of her accordingly. While this little trot was working, in the purest ignorance of father and of mother, yet perhaps in her tiny mind hoping to have pleased them both, back came Mrs Thomas, bringing all the best she had of comfort and of cheer for us, although not much to speak of. I took a little hollands hot, on purpose to oblige her, because she had no rum; and the little baby had some milk and rabbit-gravy, being set up in a blanket, and made the most we could make of her. And she ate a truly beautiful supper, sitting gravely on the stool, and putting both hands to her mouth in fear of losing anything. All the boys were gone to bed after a long day's rabbiting, and Evan Black still on the spree; so that I was very pleasant knowing my boat to be quite safe toward my ancient sweetheart. And we got upon the old times so much, in a pleasing, innocent, teasing way, that but for fear of that vile black Evan we might have forgotten poor Bardie. Glad as I was, for the poor child's sake, that black Evan happened to be from home, I had perhaps some reason also to rejoice on my own account. For if anything of any kind could ever be foretold about that most uncertain fellow's conduct, it was that when in his cups he would fight—with cause, if he could find any; otherwise, without it. And in the present case, perhaps, was some little cause for fighting; touching as he no doubt would think not only his marital but manorial rights of plunder. Of course, between Moxy and myself all was purely harmless, each being thankful to have no more than a pleasant eye for the other; and of course, in really serious ways, I had done no harm to him; that boat never being his, except by downright piracy. Nevertheless few men there are who look at things from what I may call a large and open standing-place; and Evan might even go so far as to think that I did him a double wrong, in taking that which was his, the boat, and leaving that which should have been mine—to wit, the little maiden—as a helpless burden upon his hands, without so much as a change of clothes; and all this after a great day's sport among his rocks, without his permission! Feeling how hopeless it would be to reason these matters out with him, especially as he was sure to be drunk, I was glad enough to say "Good-night" to my new young pet, now fast asleep, and to slip off quietly to sea with my little frigate and its freight, indulging also my natural pride at being, for the first time in my life, a legitimate shipowner and independent deep-sea fisherman. By this time the tide was turned, of course, and running strong against me as I laid her head for Newton Bay by the light of the full moon; and proud I was, without mistake, to find how fast I could send my little crank barky against the current, having been a fine oarsman in my day, and always stroke of the captain's gig. But as one who was well acquainted with the great dearth of honesty not in our own parish only, but for many miles around , I could not see my way to the public ownership of this boat, without a deal of trouble and vexation. Happening so that I did not buy it, being thoroughly void of money which was too notorious, especially after two funerals conducted to everybody's satisfaction , big rogues would declare at once, judging me by themselves perhaps, that I had been and stolen it. And likely enough, to the back of this, they would lay me half-a-dozen murders and a wholesale piracy. Now I have by nature the very strongest affection for truth that can be reconciled with a good man's love of reason. But sometimes it happens so that we must do violence to ourselves for the sake of our fellow-creatures. If these, upon occasion offered, are only too sure to turn away and reject the truth with a strong disgust, surely it is dead against the high and pure duty we owe them, to saddle them with such a heavy and deep responsibility. And to take still loftier views of the charity and kindness needful towards our fellow-beings—when they hanker for a thing, as they do nearly always for a lie, and have set their hearts upon it, how selfish it must be, and inhuman, not to let them have it! Otherwise, like a female in a delicate condition, to what extent of injury may we not expose them? Now sailors have a way of telling great facts of imagination in the most straightforward and simple manner, being so convinced themselves that they care not a rope's end who besides is convinced, and who is not. And to make other people believe, the way is not to want them to do it; only the man must himself believe, and be above all reasoning. And I was beginning to believe more and more as I went on, and the importance of it grew clearer, all about that ill-fated ship of which I had been thinking ever since the boat came in. Twelve years ago, as nearly as need be, and in the height of summer—namely, on the 3d of June —a large ship called the 'Planter's Welvard,' bound from Surinam to the Port of Amsterdam, had been lost and swallowed up near this very dangerous place. Three poor children of the planter whose name was J. Jackert , on their way home to be educated, had floated ashore, or at least their bodies, and are now in Newton churchyard. The same must have been the fate of Bardie but for the accident of that boat. And though she was not a Dutchman's child, so far as one could guess, from her wonderful power of English, and no sign of Dutch build about her, she might very well have been in a Dutch ship with her father and mother, and little brother and Susan, in the best cabin. It was well known among us that Dutch vessels lay generally northward of their true course, and from the likeness of the soundings often came up the Bristol instead of the English Channel; and that this mistake which the set of the stream would increase generally proved fatal to them in the absence of any lighthouse. That some ship or other had been lost, was to my mind out of all dispute, although the weather had been so lovely; but why it must have been a Dutch rather than an English ship, and why I need so very plainly have seen the whole of it myself as by this time I began to believe that I had done , is almost more than I can tell, except that I hoped it might be so, as giving me more thorough warrant in the possession of my prize. This boat, moreover, seemed to be of foreign build, so far as I could judge of it by moonlight: The wonder is that I could judge of anything at all, I think, after the long and hard day's work, for a man not so young as he used to be. And rocks are most confusing things to be among for a length of time, and away from one's fellow-creatures, and nothing substantial on the stomach. They do so darken and jag and quiver, and hang over heavily as a man wanders under them, with never a man to speak to; and then the sands have such a way of shaking, and of shivering, and changing colour beneath the foot, and shining in and out with patterns coming all astray to you! When to these contrary vagaries you begin to add the loose unprincipled curve of waves, and the up and down of light around you, and to and fro of sea-breezes, and startling noise of sea-fowl, and a world of other confusions, with roar of the deep confounding them—it becomes a bitter point to judge a man of what he saw, and what he thinks he must have seen. It is beneath me to go on with what might seem excuses. Enough that I felt myself in the right; and what more can any man do, if you please, however perfect he may be? Therefore I stowed away my boat well earned both by mind and body snugly enough to defy, for the present, even the sharp eyes of Sandy Macraw, under Newton Point, where no one ever went but myself. Some of my fish I put to freshen in a solid mass of bladder-weed, and some I took home for the morning, and a stroke of business after church. And if any man in the world deserved a downright piece of good rest that night, with weary limbs and soft conscience, you will own it was Davy Llewellyn. Sunday morning I lay abed, with Bunny tugging very hard to get me up for breakfast, until it was almost eight o'clock, and my grandchild in a bitter strait of hunger for the things she smelled. After satisfying her, and scoring at the "Jolly Sailors" three fine bass against my shot, what did I do but go to church with all my topmost togs on? And that not from respect alone for the parson, who was a customer, nor even that Colonel Lougher of Candleston Court might see me, and feel inclined to discharge me as an exemplary Churchman when next brought up before him. These things weighed with me a little, it is useless to deny; but my main desire was that the parish should see me there, and know that I was not abroad on a long-shore expedition, but was ready to hold up my head on a Sunday with the best of them, as I always had done. At one time, while I ate my breakfast, I had some idea perhaps that it would be more pious almost, and create a stronger belief in me, as well as ease my own penitence with more relief of groaning, if I were to appear in the chapel of the Primitive Christians, after certain fish were gutted. But partly the fear of their singing noise unsuitable to my head that morning after the hollands at Sker-house , and partly my sense that after all it was but forecastle work there, while the church was quarterdeck, and most of all the circumstance that no magistrate ever went there, led me, on the whole, to give the preference to the old concern, supported so bravely by royalty. Accordingly to church I went, and did a tidy stroke of business, both before and after service, in the way of lobsters. We made a beautiful dinner that day, Bunny and I, and mother Jones, who was good enough to join us; and after slipping down to see how my boat lay for the tide, and finding her as right as could be, it came into my head that haply it would be a nice attention, as well as ease my mind upon some things that were running in it, if only I could pluck up spirit to defy the heat of the day, and challenge my own weariness by walking over to Sker-Manor. For of course the whole of Monday, and perhaps of Tuesday too, and even some part of Wednesday with people not too particular , must be occupied in selling my great catch of Saturday: For though, in her weariness and wandering of the night before, she did not seem to remember much, as was natural at her tender age, who could tell what might have come to her memory by this time, especially as she was so clever? And it might be a somewhat awkward thing if the adventures which I felt really must have befallen her should happen to be contradicted by her own remembrance: I thought it as well to take Bunny with me, for children have a remarkable knack of talking to one another, which they will not use to grown people; also the walk across the sands is an excellent thing for young legs, we say, being apt to crack the skin a little, and so enabling them to grow. A strong and hearty child was Bunny, fit to be rated A. And as proud as you could wish to see, and never willing to give in; so I promised myself some little sport in watching our Bunny's weariness, as the sand grew deeper, and yet her pride to the last declaring that I should not carry her. But here I reckoned quite amiss, for the power of the heat was such—being the very hottest day I ever knew out of the tropics, and the great ridge of sandhills shutting us off from any sight of the water—that my little grandchild scarcely plodded a mile ere I had to carry her. And this was such a heavy job among the deep dry mounds of sand, that for a time I repented much of the over-caution which had stopped me from using my beautiful new boat at once, to paddle down with the ebb to Sker, and come home gently afterwards with the flow of the tide towards evening. Nevertheless, as matters proved, it was wiser to risk the broiling. This heat was not of the sun alone such as we get any summer's day, and such as we had yesterday , but thickened heat from the clouds themselves, shedding it down like a burning-glass, and weltering all over us. It was, though I scarcely knew it then, the summing-up and crowning period of whole weeks of heat and drought, and indeed of the hottest summer known for at least a generation. And in the hollows of yellow sand, without a breath of air to stir, or a drop of moisture, or a firm place for the foot, but a red and fiery haze to go through, it was all a man could do to keep himself from staggering. Hence it was close upon three o'clock, by the place the sun was in, when Bunny and I came in sight of Sker-house, and hoped to find some water there. Beer, of course, I would rather have; but never was there a chance of that within reach of Evan Thomas. And I tried to think this all the better; for half a gallon would not have gone any distance with me, after ploughing so long through sand, with the heavy weight of Bunny, upon a day like that. Only I hoped that my dear little grandchild might find something fit for her, and such as to set her up again; for never before had I seen her, high and strong as her spirit was, so overcome by the power and pressure of the air above us. She lay in my arms almost as helpless as little Bardie, three years younger, had lain the night before; and knowing how children will go off without a man's expecting it, I was very uneasy, though aware of her constitution. So in the heat I chirped and whistled, though ready to drop myself almost; and coming in sight of the house, I tried my best to set her up again, finding half of her clothes gone down her back, and a great part of her fat legs somehow sinking into her Sunday shoes. The "boys of Sker," as we always called those rough fellows over at Newton, were rabbiting in the warren; according to their usual practice, on a Sunday afternoon. A loose unseemly lot of lads, from fifteen up to two-and-twenty years of age, perhaps, and very little to choose between them as to work and character. All, however, were known to be first-rate hands at any kind of sporting, or of poaching, or of any roving pleasure. Watkin, the sixth and youngest boy, was of a different nature. His brothers always cast him off, and treated him with a high contempt, yet never could despise him. In their rough way, they could hardly help a sulky sort of love for him. The seventh and last child had been a girl—a sweet little creature as could be seen, and taking after Watkin. But she had something on her throat from six months up to six years old; and when she died, some three months back, people who had been in the house said that her mother would sooner have lost all the boys put together, if you left Watkin out of them. How that was I cannot say, and prefer to avoid those subjects. But I know that poor black Evan swore no oath worth speaking of for one great market and two small ones, but seemed brought down to sit by himself, drinking quietly all day long. When we came to the ancient hall or kitchen, as now they called it , for a moment I was vexed—expecting more of a rush, perhaps, than I was entitled to. Knowing how much that young child owed me for her preservation, and feeling how fond I was of her, what did I look for but wild delight at seeing "old Davy" back again? However, it seems, she had taken up with another and forgotten me. Watkin, the youngest boy of Sker, was an innocent good little fellow, about twelve years old at that time. Bardie had found this out already; as quickly as she found out my goodness, even by the moonlight. She had taken the lead upon Watkin, and was laying down the law to him, upon a question of deep importance, about the manner of dancing. I could dance a hornpipe with anybody, and forward I came to listen. I tell 'a. The little atom, all the time she delivered these injunctions, was holding out her tiny frock in the daintiest manner, and tripping sideways here and there, and turning round quite upon tiptoe, with her childish figure poised, and her chin thrown forward; and then she would give a good hard jump, but all to the tune of the brass jew's-harp which the boy was playing for his very life. And all the while she was doing this, the amount of energy and expression in her face was wonderful. You would have thought there was nothing else in all the world that required doing with such zeal and abandonment. Presently the boy stopped for a moment, and she came and took the knee of his trousers, and put it to her pretty lips with the most ardent gratitude. As they had not espied us yet, where we stood in the passage-corner, I drew Bunny backward, and found her all of a tremble with eagerness to go and help. I thought 'a could do anything. I 'ants to go to my dear mama and papa and ickle bother. Here she began to set up a very lamentable cry, and Watkin in vain tried to comfort her, till, hearing us, she broke from him. And 'e mustn't scold poor Susan. It is out of my power to describe how her little flushed countenance fell when she saw only me and Bunny. She drew back suddenly, with the brightness fading out of her eager eyes, and the tears that were in them began to roll, and her bits of hands went up to her forehead, as if she had lost herself, and the corners of her mouth came down; and then with a sob she turned away, and with quivering shoulders hid herself. I scarcely knew what to do for the best; but our Bunny was very good to her, even better than could have been hoped, although she came of a kindly race. Without standing upon ceremony, as many children would have done, up she ran to the motherless stranger, and, kneeling down on the floor, contrived to make her turn and look at her. Then Bunny pulled out her new handkerchief, of which she was proud, I can tell you, being the first she had ever owned, made from the soundest corner of mother Jones's old window-blind, and only allowed with a Sunday frock; and although she had too much respect for this to wet it with anything herself, she never for a moment grudged to wipe poor Bardie's eyes with it. Nay, she even permitted her—which was much more for a child to do—to take it into her own two hands and rub away at her eyes with it. Gradually she coaxed her out of the cupboard of her refuge, and sitting in some posture known to none but women children, without a stool to help her, she got the little one on her lap, and stroked at her, and murmured to her, as if she had found a favourite doll in the depth of trouble. Upon the whole, I was so pleased that I vowed to myself I would give my Bunny the very brightest halfpenny I should earn upon the morrow. Meanwhile, the baby of higher birth—as a glance was enough to show her—began to relax and come down a little, both from her dignity and her woe. She looked at Bunny with a gleam of humour, to which her wet eyes gave effect. Bunny was so overpowered by this, after all that she had done, and at the air of pity wherewith her proud ornament was flung on the floor, that she could only look at me as if I had cheated her about it. And truly I had seen no need to tell her about mother Jones and her blind. Then these little ones got up, having sense of a natural discordance of rank between them, and Bunny no longer wiped the eyes of Bardie, nor Bardie wept in the arms of Bunny. They put their little hands behind them, and stood apart to think a bit, and watched each other shyly. To see them move their mouths and fingers, and peep from the corners of their eyes, was as good as almost any play without a hornpipe in it. It made no difference however. Very soon they came to settle it between them. The low-born Bunny looked down upon Bardie for being so much smaller, and the highborn Bardie looked down upon Bunny for being so much coarser. But neither was able to tell the other at all what her opinion was; and so, without any further trouble, they became very excellent playmates. Doing my best to make them friends, I seized the little stranger, and gave her several good tosses-up, as well as tickles between them; and this was more than she could resist, being, as her nature shows, thoroughly fond of any kind of pleasure and amusement. She laughed, and she flung out her arms, and every time she made such jumps as to go up like a feather. Pretty soon I saw, however, that this had gone on too long for Bunny. She put her poor handkerchief out of sight, and then some fingers into her mouth, and she looked as black as a dog in a kennel. But Bardie showed good-nature now, for she ran up to Bunny and took her hand and led her to me, and said very nicely, "Give this ickle gal some, old Davy. She haven't had no pay at all. Oh, hot boofley buckens oo's got! Jolly, jolly! Keel song grand! This admiration of my buttons—which truly were very handsome, being on my regulation-coat, and as good as gilt almost, with "Minotaur" a kind of grampus, as they say done round them—this appreciation of the navy made me more and more perceive what a dear child was come ashore to us, and that we ought to look alive to make something out of her. If she had any friends remaining and they could scarcely have all been drowned , being, as she clearly was, of a high and therefore rich family, it might be worth ten times as much as even my boat had been to me, to keep her safe and restore her in a fat state when demanded. With that I made up my mind to take her home with me that very night, especially as Bunny seemed to have set up a wonderful fancy to her. But man sees single, God sees double, as our saying is, and her bits of French made me afraid that she might after all be a beggar. Although the heat was tremendous now even inside those three-feet walls , the little things did as I bade them. And I made the most of this occasion to have a talk with Watkin, who told me everything he knew. His mother had not been down since dinner, which they always got anyhow; because his father, who had been poorly for some days, and feverish, and forced to lie in bed a little, came to the top of the stairs, and called, requiring some attendance. What this meant I knew as well as if I had seen black Evan there, parched with thirst and with great eyes rolling after helpless drunkenness, and roaring, with his night-clothes on, for a quart of fresh-drawn ale. But about the shipwrecked child Watty knew scarce anything. He had found her in his bed that morning—Moxy, no doubt, having been hard pushed with her husband in that state what to do. And knowing how kind young Watty was, she had quartered the baby upon him. 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GOOD Intimacy: View 1 comment. Jan 12, Saunders rated it it was ok Shelves: I highly recommend this novella to anyone who is curious about this genre but prefer to dip their toes in rather than plunge straight into the deep end.

It's still free on Amazon as of this review's more info. Why it's a smart read: It's definitely erotica but die-hard erotica readers especially of BDSM may deem the sexual encounters as on the light side. Thankfully, the female protag is mostly a determined realist, not a weak-kneed damsel in distress.

Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord, I'm not saying that it's worthy of Psychology Todayjust that it's approachable for the everyday reader.

And BDSM is as much about the psychological and emotional needs of the individuals involved as it can be about physical pleasure or pain.

Written in the first person, the reader is able to follow Gabi's slow progression from " Madre de Dioswhat kind of monster have I given myself to? The conclusion feels right and is believable because Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord ultimate decision is left to Gabi and she can finally make a decision based on free will. Upon first meeting Gabi, Ben lays out his basic ground rules and then tests her acceptance of them.

But when he realizes just how inexperienced she is, he immediately questions how she could even know Sexy maid pleasing her rich lord she was a submissive. The fact that weeks then pass before a substantive BDSM encounter occurs is more like real life. No self-respecting Dom would throw such a person straight into hard-core BDSM scenes, no matter how much he "senses" the submissive in her.

Yes, it's a fictional story but it's bad fiction when its credibility extends beyond a reasonable suspension of disbelief. Why the plot works: Taken as a whole, the storyline seems far-fetched.

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Perhaps Ms. Rodgers would consider re-visiting Gabi and Ben in a future book. But then again, POV switches may have detracted from Gabi's progress as she comes to understand Ben and her perceptions change, even if her original circumstances don't. Lastly, there were some editing errors but not beyond the "we're all human" range, and I did question certain plot points but none were major enough to tank the book for me.

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