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252 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 21, 2018
She found peace in his madness, comfort in the snare of his trap.Going into a highly-anticipated sequel always makes me nervous. My stubborn expectations of how I want the story to go have been known to lead to disappointment, lol. But there's GOOD NEWS here! While The Dove didn't take me quite where I wanted to go, I still LOVED it.
It was ridiculous, really. She mourned the presence of a man who had not only callously used her, but who had tossed her aside when he'd finished.Three months into his life without Daphne sees Adam following her to London, ostensibly because he's not satisfied that his revenge plot against the Fairchild's has gone far enough. So he takes up where he left off, striking at Bertram through Daphne.
Just as it came naturally to him to dominate and rule, it seemed to be part of her nature to fight and run, enjoying the chase right up until the moment he disarmed her.Despite Adam not making any concessions to Daphne, with the plot clipping along at such a brisk pace, I wasn't disappointed. The cat and mouse games between these two were just as filled with depraved tension this time around, and I truly appreciated the author's desire to maintain the same dark tones running through the story. Plus, I could see where the story was heading and the ending was going to be all the more satisfying when it arrived at its final destination.




Even Daphne herself would not stop him. He had taught her the hard way that he only liked it more when she fought him. In truth, he hoped she would try to deny him, making the moment he claimed her all the better.
She needed calloused hands and a commanding touch. She needed a rough, masculine voice in her ear and the brutal clench of a hand on the back of her neck.
She needed dominance.
"Still, one would think she’d be astute enough to see the things he felt without him having to say them. He wanted her. Badly. He was willing to shelter and protect her—a far better offer than a woman in her position was likely to receive."


"You will still dream of me, and miss me, and want me. Why suffer needlessly?”
“Because to let you back into my bed is to suffer,” she spat. “Especially when we both know you only want me because it gratifies you to debauch Bertram Fairchild’s little sister.”
His jaw tightened, nostrils flaring as if he barely kept a grip on his tempter. “You do not know what you are talking about.”
“Oh, but I do,” she replied, edging farther away from him toward the drawing room door. “Just as I know that I would be mad to allow you back into my life when all you seem capable of doing is destroying things … people. Go home, Adam. Go back to Dunnottar, and to Olivia and Serena. I am happy with my new life and grateful for what you gave me, but we are finished. Please … just leave.”
"She was absolutely mad. That must be the only reason she could lie in his arms and accept the things he’d done, the things he’d said, the threats he’d hurled at her concerning Robert. A normal woman would have been disgusted by his crudeness, alarmed by his claim that he would kill Robert if she wed him. Yet, that part of her … the part she kept hidden in the dark recesses of her soul, had reveled in such primal lust."

… his brusque nature had become a part of the castle’s appeal for her, as darkly charming as the overgrown courtyards and ancient stone facade.
