TBR Reviewer: Christine
I loved the idea of this story. It’s a classic tale of man vs girl's broken heart. The author did a wonderful job and I really began to sink into her fantastic world. Granted, I’ve been to Albany but she painted a picture that made me want to visit again.
I was worried about the mystery aspect of Isaac. Some authors tend to drag it out and the suspense will lose it’s power. Not here! Ms. Gauwain did a fantastic job. I was leaning in my seat as nervous and interested as Liz. The sexual tension, Lordy, she can write that real well. The details, dialogue, and flow was blended nearly seamlessly. Nearly, being the key word. Here’s the reason for 4 stars instead of 5. It’s the scene where Isaac talks about his past and what he is (no, I won’t reveal it.). There’s no breather, no break, it’s simply him spilling his guts and the flow nearly halted to a standstill. It was interesting to read but really needed to be broken up. Other than that hiccup and a few editing issues, I really enjoyed this book.
Bound is hot, mysterious romance.
then gently clasped his hand around her neck. She could not see his face, but she envisioned the incensed look in his eyes. She was terrified and reverent all at once. He applied a small amount of pressure to her throat, and Liz instinctually placed her hand over his. She could feel his manhood swelling behind her, which sent waves of excitement up her thighs. She felt Isaac release his grasp and move away from her.
Liz looked over her shoulder. Isaac was no longer behind her. She tried to regain her composure and stumbled through the crowd looking for him. He was gone. She made her way through the front door of Dusk and searched the shadowy sidewalk and street. She set down the sidewalk in the direction of her house, when suddenly someone grabbed her and pulled her into the alleyway. Liz attempted to scream, and a familiar hand covered her mouth. It was Isaac.
He pushed her firmly against the brick wall of the neighboring row house. He lowered his face to her level. Isaac looked back and forth between her eyes and lips. He began to speak in his deep, spellbinding, accented voice.
“I am your heaven. I am your hell. I’m under your skin, in your veins, in your soul. I am everywhere.”
Isaac kissed Liz so hard that she thought she would asphyxiate. She had never thought
that suffocating would feel so pleasant. His lips released hers, and he slowly backed away into the alley, disappearing into the darkness.