Sarah Mac’s Reviews > Seductive Caress > Status Update

"There are those that called it murder, & others wot called it justice. If Meggie had been a lady born, he would have been a hero. But she was born to the gutters, & that made her a whore, & him a murderin' thief." ....A bizarre Dickens-ish tangent in the countryside, with Celtic pastures & utopian farmhouse for orphans.

'"Good God," Abberline said under his breath. "The wife of Jason Deverell, Lord Rushmore, first cousin to Queen Victoria?"' ....Aah. Looks like we're working towards a vote for the Royal Conspiracy theory.

'She traced her fingers over that distended nub of flesh that he had so intimately touched. It was sensitive & tightened even harder under her fingers like a bud coiled so tight that she ached at the touch. The ache spread, radiating up through her stomach, causing her nipples to pucker & harden. She gasped from the intense, raw pleasure it created along every nerve ending.' ....Naughty, naughty! >;D

'His fingers closed over her wrists, drawing them slowly over her head. He held them there, gently pinned with one hand. Then his other hand slowly stroked down over her left breast, the heat of his fingers burning through the fabric. He tore it open.' ....Nothing like a bit of bodice-shredding sex to make their crappy evening better. ;)

'"Would you like something to eat?" she asked with a vehemence that seemed close to anger, because he was so pitifully thin, & because she had been shielded & protected from people like Toby & Maude, & because she resented it.'

'At any time they could remove the case from his authority. He walked a tightrope that was being drawn tighter with each day that passed & no suspect was arrested. Still, though his face was drawn & tight, his voice was even, perfectly controlled.' ....This author is a total fangirl for Inspector Abberline. He practically walks on water. It's adorable. ^____^

'It was necessary for her to see it all, so disfigured was the slashed face, that it was impossible to be certain of the woman's features. She stood there, silent, & impossibly cold, as if she were no more alive than the pitiful woman who lay on that table.'

'Jess snatched up the envelope that only moments before she'd casually waved aside, not wanting to be bothered with some social invitation. The name, Mary Kelly, was written in bold, unmistakable letters. This wasn't an invitation. Mary Kelly was the name of an imaginary friend she & Lenore had invented as children.' ....Ooh, intriguing! *fetches a cup of tea & settles in for more*

'She turned & then darted down a nearby alley. It was lined with indiscriminate, rundown flats that looked like old used women all squatted in a row, curtainless windows sagging like heavy exposed bosoms, & crumpling brickwork that resembled worn, faded skirts draped along the sidewalk.'