TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Winter never truly understood love, nor did she have time for men until she met Austin Wells Carlyle. He was the man who would rock her world to its foundations. He would test her notions, give her something to believe in, and change her misguided thoughts regarding happily ever after. Strangely, she was going to allow him be the one thing she never believed in—her soul mate.
This is a true love story about two people finding their soul mate and their journey along the way. Enchanted is well written, it pulls you into that emotional flush of first romance.The pace is balanced and even, however, there are some editing errors with repeat words. My only real complaint is character details, I couldn't get a good picture of Winter because her physical details came so slowly through out the book. There are a few steamy scenes and one that is 'fan yourself hot'. The story is more sweet than hot, however, there is a scene with some mild violence and enough details that may make some readers uncomfortable.
The characters aren’t your typical nineteen and twenty-one year olds either. Winter is shy and introvert as only a young innocent, sheltered woman can be but she has attitude. When it shows it's magnificent. She has the ugly ducking syndrome but watching Austin make her see herself through his eyes is beautiful.
Even though the book is told from Winter’s point of view, I fell in love with Austin. He is such a rich character, an old soul inside a modern man. I was surprised, jaded soul that I am, how much I was, well, enchanted by this story.
He smells so good.
“Winter,” he whispered softly.
“Shh.” I opened my eyes to see him. “You told me once you would not look until I wanted you to, do you remember that?”
“Well….” I dropped my hands from his neck. “I want you to look.”
His returning smile took my breath. I had to look away from his eyes, which was almost impossible. I glanced at my hands. They should have been shaking, but they were not. My hands found Austin’s shirt. I unbuttoned each button slowly foregoing the urge to hurry. With a tremulous breath, I ran my hand down his skin, exposing the perfect alabaster of his muscular chest. His shirt was off and on the floor. He’s so beautiful, I thought.
My lips found his chest and liked the feeling of his flesh beneath them. My fingers outlined the angles and planes of his strong rippled stomach, moving slowly around his tight waist. I watched his skin, his reaction to my touch. The muscles beneath my touch seemed to jump, flex, relax. I could not believe this beautiful man was here with me. If I could, I would look at him; worship Austin’s perfection for the rest of my life. My eyes were filled with more beauty in this moment than ever before.
I allowed my hands to find and trace the outline of his wide shoulders, follow the contour of his muscular back. My body moved around him while my eyes, hungry, followed my fingers which were lost to the canvas of his flawless skin. Touching him was like finding a secret.
I pressed my lips to his shoulder blade. He groaned. I burned. My teeth grazed the surface of his skin. My tongue followed the line of him while my hands ran freely over the surface of his biceps, his forearms.
I had to wonder in awe. A part of my mind told me such beauty should be a dream, because no one could be this fabulous. But touching him grounded me in reality. I had never seen anything so magnificent, so beautiful. It was in this moment I knew. I knew in the whole of my life I would never want anyone but Austin Carlyle. I would indeed love him, forever.