TITLE: TouchStone for ever
AUTHOR: Sydney Jamesson
SERIES: The Story of Us (Book 3)
GENRE: Romance
DATE OF RELEASE: 23rd May 2014
TOUR ORGANISERS: Social
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Blown away, does not even cover how I feel about this book. Yes, Sydney Jamesson is one of my favourite authors. Yes, I am impartial (I have to be to give an honest review). No, I am NOT lying when I say if you have still to experience the delight of Sydney Jamesson's writing, I would highly recommend that you read her books now.
The Trilogy is complete, however the story will stay with you for ever...
When I first read TouchStone for play, I likened Sydney's writing style to that of A.L. Jackson (another of my favourite authors). Her books are full of emotion, that seep from the page right into your heart and soul. You cannot help but get carried away with the journey that the characters take. When they hurt, so do you, when they cry, so do you, when they love, you melt with happiness.
So... TouchStone for ever? What did I think of that you ask? I have tried to write this review so many times. Yet each time I think I have not done the book justice. I have not done Sydney's writing justice. So I delete and start again. In all honesty, I don't think that what ever I say in my review will EVER begin to relay just how much this story affected me. I think I experienced every single emotion on the spectrum whilst reading this. I cried, I laughed but most of all I prayed. Prayed that Ayden and Beth would get their much deserved Happily Ever After. Their journey to that place is not easy, but then I would expect nothing less from Sydney. However, that said, some of the twists and turns that took place, I would never have dreamed of in a million years. Beth's inner strength shines through. She really has been awakened! Her choices were difficult, but if you were faced with the same situation, wouldn't you do anything to save your husband? I really don't want to say too much, because I don't want to unwittingly give something away, that would spoil the the book for anyone.
The conclusion to this beautiful trilogy, has left me with a story that will be enjoyed time and time again. I will forever look at Henry and Mischa and automatically think Ayden and Beth, such is the way Sydney has captured my heart and imagination with these characters.
Thank you Sydney for taking me on this amazing and beautiful journey.
My Rating
An
Excerpt from TouchStone for ever, Chapter 13...
With
dexterous hands, he leans back and unbuttons my dress; it falls from
my arms and flutters to the carpet like falling leaves. I’m
standing without shoes; flimsy underwear is all that lies between my
modesty and my nakedness.
He
lowers my hands from his chest to his hips and them places them on
his belt, inviting me to relieve him of his trousers, all the time
kissing and nibbling the skin beneath my ear.
I
quickly unfasten the belt and release the buttons so the zipper comes
down almost of its own accord. With my eyes closed I slide my hand
down his jeans, over muscle and through pubic hair until I have him
wrapped in one hand. He groans into my neck and the heat of his
desire scorches my skin, urging me to tighten my grip and feel the
pulse of a rigid cock rippling in my hand. He’s dipping and
shuddering, making the kind of noises that have me clenching and so
aroused I can barely stand.
With
steaming breath he whispers, “Show me how to love you, Beth.”
With
my free hand I move his hand to my left shoulder and ease down my bra
strap. He follows through, left and right and leans into me to unclip
it before it falls and dangles off my right wrist. I begin to pull
out my hand.
“Leave
it where it is,” he says with a smile and then proceeds to snap the
strap and toss it across the room. With it discarded, I am captured
in candlelight. This is the first time he has seen my naked breasts.
Before, there was only the glow of moonlight. Now there are shadows
and the flickering light cast by 20 candles. I feel exposed and lower
my head, embarrassed by his stare.
“Look
at me!”
I
raise my eyes to meet his. “Don’t ever be shy about who you are.
You are beauty personified. I have lived many lifetimes, travelled
through space and time; read a thousand books and recited a hundred
poems, but even I cannot find the words to describe you.” He rests
his palms on my breasts and strokes my nipples with the pad of his
thumbs, making my body tremble.
“See
how you respond? Your body recognises the touch of these hands and no
other. These hands are the key to untold pleasures.”
I
throw my head back as I feel his erection growing, forcing its way
through material, seeking freedom from containment. With both hands I
lower his jeans and boxers, allowing it to spring free. When I see
it, I gasp. It’s bigger than I remembered, standing long and thick
without support. I’m aroused further by its magnificence.
“Give
me your hand.”
I
lift up my right hand. Enfolding it with his own, he places it around
the skin coated rod of iron and begins to move my fingers and thumb
up and down the length of it; rolling my thumb back and forth on the
upward motion.
With
a throaty voice he urges me to give him my other hand. I do.
He
places it between my legs, his hand over mine, his firm fingers
sliding between my own until they are wet and soaked. With our hands
moving rhythmically he begins to fuck my mouth with his tongue. He
moans into me, stimulating me even more, and I gasp, caught up in a
sexual frenzy that has us both teetering on the edge of an orgasmic
high."
