3.75⭐️ Warning: This book is not for feminists, so if you are one, this is not the book for you, my friend! I don’t consider myself one, and even my blood was boiling at times!😂
Do you know those moments in a book when all you want is for the third act to finally happen just so you can enjoy the mmc regretting his decisions and the way he treated the fmc? Just so you can say “You sooooo deserve this, you Neanderthal!!!” 🙌 No? I am the only one?😅
Well, that was me during most of this book! Mhhhhmmm! 🙂↕️😌😂
This was a true enemies to lovers romance, at least from his perspective it was! Even though they had great chemistry and he was really attracted to her, he saw her as one of his enemies from the start and he really wasn’t playing around! Like, he was really mean to her at times. Not to the point of being cruel or manhandling her or anything, but he would say things to her that would make even ME gasp! 👁️👄👁️ 😂
I won’t bore you with many details! Basically this is a time traveling marriage of convenience book set in 1300!
Gaston, our mmc, was a massive ass (to the point where I wanted to stab him in the eyes with a fork🙌😍, luckily he redeemed himself in the end, so all is well in the world🙂↕️)!
Celine, our very own Mary Sue fmc ( it didn’t bother me so much in this case), fell for him despite him being a massive ass, and in time, he fell for her as well, even though he did everything in his power to avoid that! When he realizes that he has feelings for her, you guessed it, he tries to push her away! And this constant push and pull between them, made for a VERY angsty read, at least for me it was!
Are some of the things that take place in this book far-fetched?You bet! But hei, what do you expect from a time travel romance!?😂 I did finish it in almost a day though, so that means that despite its flaws, I enjoyed reading it quite a lot!😏
Down below you will find some scenes from the book that had me like this! 👁️👄👁️
Maybe after reading these, you will understand why I was so invested in their story.
SPOILERS
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“It matters naught. Whoever you are, I am shackled to you now—till death do us part. All because I allowed wine and desire to overwhelm my reason and render me witless.”
“Shackled?” she repeated breathlessly, as if he had struck her. “But last night, you ... you said ...” She closed her eyes. “Don’t you remember any of it?”
He jerked on his boots. “Do not remind me of aught that I may have said last night, ma dame. I would have told you anything to have you hot and willing in my bed.” <— Bruh 💀
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“Nay!” His anger slipped its tether at her bitter accusation. “I allowed you to believe what you wished to believe.”
Her gaze snapped up to meet his. “Spare me. There’s no need for us to be dishonest with each other, Gaston. Not anymore. Just so I don’t go home with any foolish, naive notions and spend the rest of my life wondering about how you really felt, I’d like to hear you say it. Just once. Tell me the truth. All I’ve ever been to you is an annoyance, or an amusement.”
Her back stiffened and her eyes narrowed. “Or a one-night stand. Do you want me to define that for you?”
“I allowed you to believe what you wished because it made it easier, that is all.”
“Made what easier?”
“I do not wish to discuss it.”
“Made what easier?”
He spun on his heel. “Made it easier to convince myself that you mean naught to me!”
She gaped at him. That clearly was not what she had expected him to say at all.
“You wished the truth, milady? That is the truth.” He was breathing hard. “I did not correct you about the meaning of ‘playing tables’ because I did not wish you to know that there have been no other women since I met you. I tried to use the game to distract my thoughts, but it was of no use. You are all that I could think of. I have bedded no other woman since we said our vows.” His voice roughened. “Because I wanted no other as I want you.”
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“I will not wed Rosalind.” “
But you—”
“I will not wed her. I do not understand these feelings in my heart, but I cannot deny them any longer—”
“Gaston, don’t do this! Not now. Not when we have no time left. Don’t make me wish for what can never be. You’ve got to stay here and marry Rosalind, and I’ve got to go home.”
The last word came out as a sob. She realized in that moment that the twentieth century was no longer her home. And never would be again. Her home was here, with him, the man she loved. And any other place in the world or in time, without him, would never be anything more than a bleak, cold shell.
His face was lined with strain. “I care for you Celine.” His voice became rough. “Deeply.”
She tucked in her chin as her tears began to fall, and rested her forehead on his bare chest. She had thought she would never hear those words from him, the ones she had waited for, wished for. “But we were never meant to happen,” she whispered. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life thinking of you, remembering you, every hour of every day. And I don’t want to think of you here alone, Gaston, waiting for me. That would kill me just as easily as the bullet in my back. I want you to live. Exactly the same fierce, reckless, passionate way you’ve always—”
“Naught will be the same for me.” His hold on her shifted, his arms sliding around her back. “Naught will ever be the same without you. There will be no passion left. No life.”
“But there has to be,” she said just as fiercely, raising her head. “You have to find it. Fight for it. I want you to find happiness, with your son, with your ... family. I ...” She could hardly speak through her tears. “I want you to have love.”
“I want no love but yours.” His own eyes were glistening. “And I will love no other but you.”
“Gaston—”
He crushed her close as his mouth captured hers, his kiss branding her, claiming her
Now…do with this what you want..🤷🏻♀️