Desire Me Now is the first book in the three-part Desire Me series by Tiffany Clare. This is not the first book that I read by Clare but this is the first erotic historical romance I read written by her.
Desire Me now is about Amelia Grant, who just left her work as a governess after her lecherous employer makes advances towards her. She is saved by the hero, Nicholas Riley and ends up working as a secretary for him. Now, we all know how that went, yeah?
I really liked the story. Yes, it was a tad bit short for my taste and the characters are semi-fleshed out. What I mean by semi-fleshed out is that this book IS a three part series where the story does not end at all. So basically, it is mirroring the success of the Fifty Shades trilogy. Now, I am not averse to reading something that IS a serial novel but I would have wanted to know that it IS a serial. I was expecting the book to have an ending and I was disappointed that it doesn’t. I really wanted more, you know. Now that I have read this I can’t NOT read the other two books in the series, right?
On another note, the story was interesting and I really liked the backstory of the characters. I definitely would want to know more about Nicholas since he is still as mysterious to me as ever. There is not much backstory said about him YET but I expect the next books will reveal it.
Amelia definitely shines in this books and I liked how she transforms from a naive young lady to someone with strength. Well, I am already seeing the strength that she will have in the future books. But for now, what I know about her – running away from her evil brother AND running away from her lecherous ex-employer – well, that takes guts.
I am only giving this book 3 hearts because of the serial type this book falls through. I really would have wanted an end to this book and not a sort of cliffhanger.
She didn’t miss the note of intimacy in his comment. And while his admission and the underlying innuendo should have her running from the house, she found herself intrigued. What in the world was wrong with her? Her imaginings from last night were what was wrong with her. She’d sketched a picture of this man in her mind that was too perfect and without flaws. Everyone had flaws.
She decided right then and there that she couldn’t trust herself in his presence. Her imagination had run wild with this man’s character, and she couldn’t help but paint him as some sort of hero, not only for rescuing her but also for giving her the things she desperately needed right now—a safe place, a job . . . a chance.
With self-preservation finally at the forefront of her thoughts, she managed to take an uneven step away from him. The misstep shot a heavy dose of pain up her leg, and it felt like her stomach was in her throat with the sudden correction in her balance. But Mr. Riley grasped her arm firmly. Instead of toppling back, she was crushed along the length of his body.
With her hands wrapped around his strong forearms, she let him steady her long enough that her head stopped spinning. His thumbs brushed back and forth over the inside of her wrist, letting her focus on the intimacy of his touch instead of the pain radiating from her ankle.
His nearness did strange things to her, things that made her want to step closer instead of away from him, to be touched everywhere as familiarly as he stroked her wrist. She shook her head and dropped her arms to her sides. She needed to get a better grasp on her emotions, her desires.
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