Review Bridgewater Series book 1 - 4

Although I mainly read contemporary, sometimes I enjoy historical romance (especially when it contains spankings, lol). This boxset came at a discount and four books for 99ct is not something I can ignore.

Can you?

First I give you an excerpt from each book and the buy links. Finally, I'll share my thoughts on the books.

Excerpt Their Runaway Bride - Book 1

Lowering his body, I felt his soft beard on my tender skin before he put his mouth on me. Insistent and very intent. While Andrew only put one finger inside me, Robert used two, for the way he stretched me open was so much more. I gasped at the feel of it, the way he worked them in and out, a little deeper each time. As he did this, he plied that sweet spot with his tongue. "Don't come, sweetheart," Andrew said, his voice soft by my ear. I pressed my head back into his shoulder. "What? Why?" I gasped. "Your pleasure belongs to us. Your body belongs to us. We know what you need. It's our job to give it to you." Robert lifted his head and I saw how wet his beard was and I knew that was from me. "I want you to come all over my cock. You're going to milk my seed from me and take it deep." "Oh God," I moaned. I felt more than heard Andrew's chuckle. "It seems, Robert, that we have a very naughty wife. She likes it when you say such dirty things to her." I watched as Robert shifted into position and took hold of his cock and lined it up with my untried entrance. From my reclined position, I could see as it disappeared into my body, inch by slow inch. The broad head stretched me wide, nudged in insistently. More and more. I held my breath and tried to shift my hips at his invasion—he felt so big!—but he held me down. "You'll take me, you'll take all of me and love it."

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Their Kidnapped Bride - Book 2

"What is your name?" he queried. "Emma. Emma James," I replied, his soft tone compelling it from me. "I am Whitmore Kane, but everyone calls me Kane." Kane. My groom's name was Kane and he was English. Would he take me off to England to live? The idea struck fear in me. I knew nothing about England, nothing about life outside of the Montana Territory. "Ian," he said. The man in the corner stepped forward, pulled a folded stack of bills from his pants pocket, counted out an outlandish sum, then handed it to Mrs. Pratt. Was this man Kane's secretary just like Allen was for Thomas? "We will not require the doctor's services," the man called Ian said to Mrs. Pratt once the transaction was complete. He was tall and broad as well, with light hair and serious eyes. "You do not wish for me examine her to verify her virginity?" the doctor asked, as if I weren't even in the room. "It is a simple task. She will lie upon the chaise holding her knees up to her chest. I will put my fingers within to feel for the barrier. Surely you'll want proof after the tidy sum you've paid." I blanched at the very idea the doctor presented. He wanted to touch me with three other men looking on, plus Mrs. Pratt? I took a step back and bumped into Ian. Thankfully, he was the one who'd said that unpleasant task was not necessary. Even so, I gasped at the contact and moved away. The room was too small! "I assure you I can examine her myself," Kane countered. The doctor did not look bothered by the response, only nodded his head in understanding. "Certainly." "Let me get the door for ye, Doctor, so ye can be on yer way," Ian said congenially, his brogue thick. Dr. Carmichael took a black satchel from Mrs. Pratt's desk and exited the door that Ian held open for him, then closed it firmly behind him. I exhaled a pent up breath. Just having that man from the room eased some of my tension. Mrs. Pratt turned to the Justice Of The Peace. "It appears we are ready for you, Mr. Molesly." No, the tension had not diminished after all. I was going to marry a strange Englishman.

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Their Wayward Bride - Book 3

I was trapped. Trapped with men who thought I was a slattern and were using me thusly. Once I was able to depart, Mr. Palmer most assuredly wouldn't want me any longer. That was an unforeseen perk. However, my chances for any other man were gone as well. I was used goods. "How was it that you were out last night?" Mason asked, cutting a thick slice of ham. I looked up at him, patted my lips with my napkin. I couldn't tell him the truth, at least the whole of it. Even though they'd rescued me from certain death, I didn't know the reach of my father's control. If they worked for my father, or with my father, they'd have me thrown over a horse and hauled to church to marry Mr. Palmer in a man's shirt. No. I couldn't risk it. It was safer to lie, at least in part, to protect myself. I could maintain most of the tale, but couldn't risk a connection with my father. I was not known in Simms, or anywhere in the area, by sight. Nolan Turner had a daughter, but the last time anyone in the Montana Territory had seen her was almost fifteen years ago. Unfortunately, I'd told them my real name in bed, but only my first name. The men looked at me, waiting, so I kept as close to the truth as possible, while staying safe. "I...I was to marry a man I did not wish." "You are affianced?" Brody questioned. "Not officially. I learned my father arranged the marriage as part of a business contract. He gained a long term alliance and the other man gained a wife." "What was so lacking in this man?" "Youth, agility and kindness," I replied succinctly. "You find it odd I have qualifications for a husband?" Brody shook his head. "Some women don't." I pursed my lips. "He's well over twice my age, is rotund and has jowls from overindulgence and shared some less than pleasant plans for me."

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Their Captivated Bride - Book 4

There was nothing between us, no one to separate us. We were joined and I was the link that connected us all. Mr. Peters nor my uncle nor anyone else could separate us. There was nothing I could do but feel, just as Rhys had said, and I became lost in my men, lost completely. My skin tingled, my body hot, sweat dripped down my brow, my pussy and bottom clenching tightly on the cocks that filled me. One last shift and I went over the cliff, pushed by three strong men into a never-ending abyss of pleasure. My inner walls rippled around Rhys' cock and I clenched hard on Cross with every thrust and it continued my pleasure. I couldn't cry out, as my mouth was full of Simon's large cock. I reveled in it, got lost in it and I knew I had nothing to fear, for my men were there to catch me. They would always be there, always filling me up. Simon's fingers tightened against my scalp and I knew he was close to coming. I flicked my tongue up and down the bulging vein on the underside, then along the sensitive ridge at the flared head. "Aye, ye are a bonny lass," he growled as his hips bucked forward and I felt his hot seed against my tongue, salty and tasting solely of Simon. Pulse after pulse it filled my mouth and I swallowed to take it all. His fingers loosened on my hair and he slowly pulled from my mouth as he pushed out a pent-up breath. With my mouth empty, I was able to turn my head and glance back at Cross, then down at Rhys. My pleasure had my eyes blurry, my muscles relaxed. Both men, however, looked tense and driven, as if their pleasure was close at hand and they were using my tight holes to come. I was more than fine with that, for I'd used all three of their cocks for my own. And I wasn't through. As they continued to pummel me, for their pace and intensity had risen, my pleasure, which hadn't fully ebbed, built back to life, like an ember and a strong gust of wind. I was once again on fire, but this time, I could tell them about how I felt. "It's...oh, it's so much. I'm so full I'm going to...I'm going to come again!" I tipped right over the edge and arched my back, my muscles tightening as my cry got caught in my throat. Rhys thrust one last time and grunted, and I felt as his seed filled me. Cross was quick to follow with a shout, both cocks buried deep within. I couldn't do anything but slump down onto Rhys' solid chest and I could feel the frantic beat of his heart. Cross slowly pulled from me, then Rhys directly after, and I felt both men's seed dripping from me. I was sore, but I knew I was well fucked. I was lucky in that I had not one man, not two, but three who wanted me, needed me, and truly possessed me.

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Review

First of all, I loved the stories and the Bridgewater men. They’re protective and loving and loyal. The love making and wooing are tastefully and well written. I also liked that the brides aren’t simpering damsels in distress - although all are in some predicament.

What I liked less was the instant way the relationships grew, I would have preferred more build-up. Especially since the books are in a historical setting and I don’t expect the women would abandon what they have been taught to be proper.