What they say:Hilary Mantel meets Sylvia Day: the first installment in a deliciously erotic trilogy, set against the sumptuous backdrop of the scandal-ridden Tudor Court.
Bound to him against her will...
Lord Wolf, hardened soldier and expert lover, has come to King Henry VIII's court to claim his new bride: a girl who has intrigued him since he first saw her riding across the Yorkshire moors.
Eloise Tyrell, now lady-in-waiting to Queen Anne Boleyn, has other ideas. She has no desire to submit to a man she barely knows and who-though she is loath to admit it-frightens her more than a little.
Their first kiss awakens in both a fierce desire that bares them to the soul. But as the court erupts into scandal around the ill-fated Queen, Eloise sees firsthand what happens when powerful men tire of their wives...
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca - ISBN: 9781492613824
Born into a literary family, Elizabeth Moss lives with her husband and five children in South-West England, and is a keen countryside walker. She writes fun and sexy historical romances. She also writes award-winning fiction as Victoria Lamb. For more information, please visit her website: www.elizabethmossfiction.com.
I received a copy from the publisher (via netGalley) in exchange for an honest review!
What I say: I'm a big fan of historical fiction and couldn't resist the idea of a historical story set in the tutor court. In Wolf Bride Elizabeth Moss presents a fun, intriguing and sexy story, set around the time of Anne Boleyn's downfall.
I'm not sure where the Sylvia Day comparisons come in, but Wolf Bride does feature some sexy scenes but in the context of the Tudor court. Eloise is one of Queen Anne's ladies-in-waiting and not only does she face a forced marriage to Lord Wolf (Simon) but also potential danger from the Seymours, Cromwell and King Henry himself.
I found Wolf's backstory very interesting and his determination to marry and 'train' Eloise both entertained and infuriated me. I did have to remind myself that men very much ruled the world and could and did dictate their wives behaviour at the time.
The love story element was actually quite sweet and I enjoyed Eloise's character development (I'm not a fan of her Father at all)!
Rather than Fifty Shades of Grey or Crossfire, think more along the lines of The Tudors and The Borgia's meet a sassy rom-com.
4 Stars in my Sky!
“Let’s have a kiss to seal your oath,” Wolf said shortly, and bent his head to hers.
Eloise had thought Lord Wolf would give her a token kiss, like that given by a bridegroom after the marriage vows had been exchanged. Some cold and bloodless meeting of lips to remind her that she belonged to him now. But his mouth took hers with a kiss of such ardent fervor she could barely stand beneath it, her hands clinging to his shoulders. She was dazed, her body under assault, not expecting the wave of violent passion that swept through her in the wake of his embrace.
His kiss was bold and darkly possessive. Lord Wolf was sure of her acquiescence, she realized with a shock. Nor was he wrong. Eloise found her lips parting beneath his, her tiny gasp an opportunity for his tongue to slip inside.
Seeming to sense her surrender, he lifted her slightly, pressing her against the cold stone wall, just as Simon had done, and lowered his head again to claim her lips.
He tasted of heat and long summer nights, his scent as well as his hands enticing her closer, reminding her of spice and oranges. She had meant to resist, but it was impossible. His tongue traced slowly along her lower lip, then dipped back inside, stroking and flickering, promising the kind of sensual pleasures she had only dreamt of before in the privacy of her bed.
In a few ecstatic seconds, she had forgotten Simon’s boyish, enthusiastic kisses. This was beyond mere physical desire. His body weighted strongly against hers, he no longer needed to hold her still. His mouth teased and played her, one hand cupping her face, the other stroking her long hair.
Eloise moaned under his kiss, her eyes closing with pleasure. She felt new worlds opening up as he touched her, parts of herself suddenly springing to life under his hands. Her breasts tingled in a way she barely recognized, her nipples taut, pushing against the neckline of her gown. Between her thighs a strangely sweet ache had begun to throb, her flesh there slick with unaccustomed longing.
Eloise drew back, turning her head away so he could not kiss her again. “Please,” she whispered.
His gaze followed her, heavy-lidded with desire. “Please yes, or please no?”