I discovered Paullina Simons by accident three years ago in a UBS when the books I’d gone to buy were not available. Since I refused to go home without purchasing at least one title, I dived into a mountain pile of possible new finds and came across a novel titled The Bronze Horseman.
Hmmm, I thought, acceptable cover, no half-naked man groping some buxom plastic blonde doll on a legless horse, interesting title too, kinda sounds kinky—one can only hope LOL. Not to mention, it has a plot I lurve: an epic drama with a love story alongside war (I need lovin’ on my books *g* no matter what genre, as I tend to get bored without it). So, even though I’ve never heard of this TBH, or its author, I decided to give it a try.
I thought I was just getting another WWII romance; but, oh boy... could I have ever been more wrong???
Never had I imagined the imprint TBH would leave on me. No other book has ever touched me like it did. EVER. It felt... like being a virgin—book virgin—touched for the very first time!—and TBH is this big, throbbing, powerful... er, book! The main characters’ (Alexander and Tatiana) love for each other is so overwhelming, so INCREDIBLY intense that I cannot help but feel their anguish, their adversity, their every passionate thought and pleasurable sensation. It can almost be likened to having mind-blowing sex that generates a drumbeat, pounding and pounding and pounding, until it feels like you can’t breathe and your soul and your heart will burst! Oh, my... *sigh* UNBELIEVABLY GOOD.
One can even say TBH spoiled me for other books; especially when you pair it with its wonderful and A MUST read sequel** Tatiana and Alexander (it’s surprisingly excellent when sequels don’t usually fare that well—like an unexpected second orgasm *wink*). I mean, how can I find any more exceptional reads when faced against such a compellingly beautiful story, unforgettable characters that will probably haunt me forever, and an exquisite love that burns the pages and my heart? *sniff* Like refusing to have sex with an ugly guy with a small cock who doesn’t know what foreplay means and will only last a minute, I refused to read terrible writers and their equally dreadful work marring the beautiful memory of my beloved Alexander and Tatiana. It even came to a point when I was already asking, what am I going to do now? How am I going to move on? How, how, how?!? *sob*
As of now, all books seem to pale in comparison with TBH and T&A. Of course there are other equally outstanding books (the Harry Potter series always come to mind), but never will there be another TBH/T&A for me. But, who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and another stellar one will come by; I’m still yearning, hoping and looking. However, after all this time, after all the books I’ve read... I’m beginning to doubt there will actually ever be another Tatia and her Shura...
**In other countries, Tatiana and Alexander was released under a different title, The Bridge to Holy Cross.
***A third installment for this series has just been released last year, The Summer Garden. Though, I’m still looking for a copy, the injustice. *sniff*
P.S. It has come to my attention that a lot of people have now read/been reading TBH/T&A (even TSG!) because of my pushing. *big grin* I just want to say that these books are very special to me so it’s truly my pleasure as, apparently, they all loved it. Unfortunately, the one who should be reading it (Trollop!) is actually the only one who hasn’t yet—and to think she’s the only one I actually sent a copy of TBH to!!! Grrr... (See here how I first tried to convince Trollop to read TBH, that evil woman. Afer this post, she better read it now, especially when you think she’d rather read a lot of crap! Seriously!)
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