Okay, breathe... *breathe* What can I say? PS is such a brilliant author. She writes so compellingly that I can’t help but be drawn in. Her stories always suck me in I forget everything, including the fact that her characters are just that, characters from a book. Seriously, Alexander and Tatiana are more real to me than, say, Gisele Bundchen? (Who knows if she’s actually a hologram thingy of some alien ship serving as bait to kidnap drooling men. :/)
As I was saying, what TBH started, followed by T&A, TSG now continues with a sense of closure. Of course, it doesn’t come without feeling like you’re being shagged hard while ridding a bloody roller coaster. (Not that I’m confessing I’ve done that. Heh, verra dangerous, y’know. :P) Up and down, highs and lows, and—oh my... you feel EVERY moment of it.
In TSG, the intense love of Shura and Tatia is still the focal point; but unlike the first two books we see some cracks in their relationship. They now have a son, Anthony, and what started from Russia now shifts to America, the land of freedom and hope. But instead of happiness, my poor Shura and Tatia are lost *sniff*; they become strangers due to their separation. Still, I gotta say, there’s no moment where you’ll doubt their love. PS handles the scenes like a marvelous pianist, enthralling you with her music; there’s no question that they love each other because—oh, they do! Madly, wildly, desperately you’ll ACHE with them. *sigh*
Whenever Shura and Tatia touch, oh god... I feel it. And it feels so freaking real it seems like I’m a peeping perv spying on a couple whose passion for each other is soooo immense the air vibrates with it. That’s why even when there are fights, you’ll never forget that their love is historic, colossal and oh-so-splendid.
I can’t believe I’m saying this but I almost didn’t finish TSG. (Trollop, no smart-ass comments! Hmph!) Not because it’s bad—NEVER THAT. It’s just, the tension is too overwhelming. Take that big fight, for example. Gah, I’ve never read anything like that! I cried and I cried, I couldn’t breathe; I wanted to grab Shura and Tatia and shake them and yell at them for making me suffer! It’s worse than when I was promised a mind-blowing orgasm and didn’t fucking get it. *grrr* At least when that happened I was able to kick the guy out and tell my GFs he has a small penis but this... I didn’t know what to do. :/ I felt so helpless, and I had no choice but to continue. Mind you though, readers who think of giving up, that’d be a pity. You have to read on, you HAVE to. I couldn’t believe it but I actually loved TSG better than T&A.
I’m afraid there will never be a book series that can come close to my beloved TBH trilogy. It is UNIQUE. It’s devastatingly powerful it renders you breathless, seizing your heart like a hungry nympho gripping for dick, erm—and you know, you’ll never EVER be the same.
Tatia and her Shura, they’re one of the reasons why I love books... why I love romance... why I believe in fucking love... why I shouldn’t give up on love even when EVERYTHING in my body says I have enough because I’ll cease to exist without it. Thank you, Ms. Simons, for one of the most magnificent, exquisite, GLORIOUS love stories ever told. For love, for life, for memories, for ever... My hat’s off to you. If you like, my pritti knickers too. ;)
**OMG. The Bartered Bride? THIS AUGUST? Is this true??? I’ve been bitching/bemoaning/wailing the lack of new PS book as I crave her stories so I NEED BLOODY ANSWERS!!! Heh, please. :P
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