Wednesday, December 3, 2014

[Review] Wolfsgate by Cat Porter

Title: Wolfsgate
Author: Cat Porter
Date of Publication: November 20, 2014

  ...About Wolfsgate...
My resurrection, they call it.

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.


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His hands went to either side of her face, his molten gaze fell to her lips, and she held her breath. His mouth descended on hers, crushing her. She pushed at his chest and managed to tear her mouth away from his.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Kissing my wife.” His lips and teeth nuzzled the line of her jaw and traveled down her throat. Heat sparked deep inside her, and she clenched her jaw to constrain it. How did this happen with just one touch from him, one kiss? For God’s sake, what was this?

It most certainly was a sort of madness. She had never felt this madness with Andrew.

“Perhaps you’re excited by the attention from all the ladies this evening?” Her neck stiffened against his hand.

“I only want your attentions, Lady Graven,” he said into the side of her throat. “Your attentions excite me.” He kissed the delicate skin under her jaw, wrapping a trail of molten heat around her. “It’s quite a combination really.” He let out a low laugh between soft kisses. “You arouse me, yet you keep me calm and even. I believe you’re my new craving.”

“You have quite a few of those it seems,” she said through short breaths.

His grip on her tightened. “I saw you with Charles just now, smiling, so very much at ease.” Justine blinked up at him. His tense fingers rubbed her scalp at the base of her skull. “I know I cannot give you that.”

“And what exactly would that be?”

“Effortless affability. I don’t seem to have it. I suspect I did once.”

“In spades.”

“I can give you other things,” he breathed over her parted lips.

Brandon’s voice was full of dark promise, and his words pressed on her chest. But a gnawing question uncoiled in her brain, and her back remained stiff under his possessive touch.

“Yet you were all ease and laughter with Mrs. Treharne, enjoying each other’s company so very much all evening?” She rushed to get the words out before she lost the courage, before he kissed her again, for then she most certainly would not only lose her resolve, but her wits as well.

His eyes glittered in the shadows, and his one hand slid from her neck to rest against the wall behind her. The cool air stung her skin immediately. “Oh, she’s pretty to look at, as ever she was,” he said. “But I want your taste to fill my mouth.” His one hand spanned her throat. “I want to make you cry out my name. I like it very much when you do that, Justine. Just the thought makes me want to lift your dress up over your thighs right this very second and…”

He whispered in her ear how he would take her on the terrace and how he was sure she’d respond. Her eyelids sank closed, her breath deepened. Raw talk like that from his mouth only churned her blood with a ferocity, and he damn well knew it. A low cry escaped her, despite her best efforts at control, and their hips pressed against each other’s on instinct. She could no longer ignore the crude ache swelling within her, the heat prickling her skin, nor the hardness between his legs which throbbed right through her silk gown to her very core.

Her new lilac silk ball gown.

Because they were at a ball at a great house.

A great house filled with a great number of people. People they knew.

She pulled away from him, but he yanked her right back into his embrace, one hand pressing over her rear. His mouth descended on hers again, taking its fill.

It all became clear.

Amanda had aroused him, and now he had come to her, his wife, his legal bed partner, for his release.

How bloody convenient.

Justine shoved at his chest and twisted out of his embrace. His eyes flared, and he gripped her arms tighter. “Don’t!” she said. The stinging in the back of her throat inflamed. “Control yourself.”

His head jerked up at her “Don’t play games with me, Justine!”

“I wouldn’t know how, Lord Graven,” she said. “I could learn though, if you would like. You seem to be setting a fine example this evening.” His brows slammed together, his jaw stiffened.

“Brandon, there you are.”

Justine’s heart came to a screeching halt at the sound of that voice.

That voice that used his first name. Because she could. Because they had an intimate past, an age-old connection.



5 Stars!

After being trapped in a hospital, drugged by opium for 2 years from his shipwreck on his way home to England, he's finally rescued by his wife Justine. The only problem is he didn't know he had a wife. He finds out that his cousin and his uncle desperate to have control of his finances married him to his step cousin whom they had control of, or so they thought. Justine desperate to get out from the control of her domineering family rescues Brandon from the hospital that they had him in for the past two years and cleaned his system of the opium controlling him. Finally waking up from his addiction Brandon seeks to gain revenge for what his family has done to him and his wife. But Justine only wants to find happiness with the only man she has ever loved. Brandon is not sure that he can't trust Justine, he wants to, he wants to trust her because he feels for her more than anyone ever before, but will his need for revenge destroy them or will Justine's quest for happiness show Brandon everything that they could have?

This book is about revenge and love from friendship and the trust involved. I loved every minute of it and hope the author makes more like this one it kept me riveted from the first chapter all the way to the end. This is definitely a must read.

...About Cat Porter...

CAT PORTER was born and raised in New York City, but also spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an introverted, only child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself. She graduated from Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events planner, freelance writer and had all sorts of other crazy jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her dreams come true. She has two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name. She now lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is addicted to the History Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine, really dark chocolate, and her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her somewhat sane, extremely happy, and a productive member of society.  


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