They have no bloody idea.
Shipwrecked and lost, left for dead,
Abandoned by my own family.
Drugged and addicted.
My wife saved me, brought me home.
I didn’t even know I had a wife—can I trust her?
I know I want her.
We are two of a kind—the manipulated, the tossed off, the rejected.
Bitter disappointments, painful secrets, age-old jealousies are my new shipwreck,
and my wife my new opium.
Is satisfaction to be found in revenge or revenge in satisfaction?
One thing I do know, without each other we’re both doomed.
A sensual 18th century tale of deception, revenge, and the hunger for love and absolution.
*was generously given a copy in exchange for an honest review… THANK YOU
WOLFSGATE by Cat Porter is a standalone, gut wrenching, and an amazingly wonderful historical romantic fiction novel that I STRONGLY suggest to be added to everyone’s MUST READ list. I had the good fortune to stumble across this amazing new author when I read her debut novel, LOCK &KEY, which was a MC novel with a twist. I loved it so much and gushed about it for weeks, so when I saw that her next novel was about to be released, I did not even look to see what it was about and just signed up. I was a little worried when I first read the blurb because I normally can never get into historical fiction. I always wind up hating the hero because they are usually full of themselves and the heroine usually whines and has no backbone. NOT THE CASE WITH WOLFSGATE.
I so loved this book. From the first, I was intrigued with why Brandon was in the situation he was in and then Justine was so strong and determined. So many wrongs were done to each of them and I wanted redemption for them both. Somehow, these two miraculous characters find love and each other. I was surprised how much I rooted for both of these two to be together and find who did the wrongs and why. I was captivated with the story and who was the villain. WOLFSGATE is full of twists and the chemistry between Justine and Brandon is exciting.
I loved WOLFSGATE and it was most definitely a home run for me. I plan on reading anything Cat Porter produces and cannot wait for more from her. Her writing is flawless and is a true artist with her words.
WOLFSGATE receives 5 out of 5 Platypires!!!
Texas Hugs and Happy Reading!!!
TEASERS and Except:
EXCERPT from WOLSGATE by Cat Porter
The door slammed shut, and a moment later the coach swayed off. The air in the small compartment quickly turned hot and humid.
“Did you enjoy your card game?” Justine asked. “Were you always such an avid player? I suppose your company this evening inspired you.”
Brandon hissed in air and pulled her into his lap with one swift movement. He tugged her legs over his so that she straddled him. Her chest tightened under the fierceness of his eyes and his firm grip. That demanding touch lit a fire inside her, a fire she barely understood. He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her down close taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue searching for hers, lashing, inflaming her further. Her fingers gripped the thick lapels of his great coat.
His hands traveled down to her hips shoving her into position over him, and a sharp breath escaped her when she felt the pressure of his hardness right between her legs, just where she ached for him. The jostling of the coach pushed her against him roughly, and she let out a small cry as the friction between them multiplied her need. He let out a heavy breath as he slipped one hand under her dress over her bare flesh. Her body jerked in his arms, and a low cry escaped her lips as his fingers found her.
“Yes, there you are,” he breathed, his voice thick in the darkness.
He knew her body very well, and she immediately flooded with heat under his insistent touch. He buried his face in her bosom, his other hand sliding down her rear. Two of his fingers slid inside her, and she shuddered in his arms.
“You’re soaked.” He let out an expletive-filled groan.
His fingers claimed her depths as his thumb stroked over her, teasing, rubbing. Her arms clutched his neck and shoulders, her thighs tightened, and she came apart sharply in his grip, letting out a low moan.
“You liked that, eh, Lady Graven?” His smug, harsh tone struck her like an icy blast of winter air. Was that scorn, a taunt? Had he just proven a point? Her heart shrank. He had marked her like an animal in heat, showed her who was her master, proved to her to whom she belonged.
She twisted back from his chest, but his strength was too much for her. His one hand fisted tightly in her hair, and he brought their faces inches apart.
“Are you punishing me?” she asked against his lips, the back of her throat stinging. “Are you trying to teach me a lesson?”
His eyes creased. “Punishing you?”
“Yes, yes, punishing me.”
“What the devil are you talking about?”
“I told you you’d hate me for this marriage, you’d resent me.” Her hands pushed against his shoulders. “Tonight you saw what’s been denied you, and you’re angry.” His body hardened under her, his fingers gripped her bare thigh.
“I am annoyed about Charles and Andrew,” Brandon said, his other hand releasing its tight hold on her hair. “But I don’t hate you.” His hands slid over her hips and pressed into her rear. Her breath caught in the darkness. The gentle yet carnal possessiveness of that gesture only set off a spiral of heat in her chest. “I don’t think I could ever hate you, Justine,” he whispered.