was within your grasp-and yet you were afraid to reach out for it?”
Surprised by her grave question and her use of his name, Ian tried to ignore the jealousy that had been eating at him all night. “No,” he said, scrupulously keeping the curtness from his voice as he gazed down at her alluring face. “Why do you ask? Is there something you want?”
Her gaze fell from his, and she nodded at his frilled white shirtfront.
“What is it you want?”
“You."
Awwww.... This is why I love Almost Heaven the most. I've been reading this novel for at least 17 times. I never get tired of this couple. Ian Thornton especially. And I admit, Elizabeth Cameron was loveable and adorable. I'm happy for Ian. She's perfect for him. :)
Unlike Julia Quinn, heroes and heroins of Judith were perfect! (I still love John) He must be handsome! He must be rich! He must be intelligent. He must be anything beyond my wildest dream :) . He must be respected by the ton and the society. He must be succeed in his business. He must be the sought after. He must be blue blood. Not a mere mister and always the highest in the ranking. Always dukes, marquesses and an earl. Never a viscount nor a baron. He would be facing world's most horrid moments one could only hope not to live a day longer but still managed to escape the horrendous experience.
He would love fiercely, unconditionally and irrevocably. He would be a rake. He would have treat any other women with lowest regard but not HER! She would be everything for him. She was his vulnerable spot. She could damage his everything. His soul, his mind, his body. By the sight of her, he could be at ease. At the sound of her voice, his blood would stir wildly. With her beauty and grace, he would be the most proud man. But, with only words, she could bring him down.
In the world's eyes, he was the greatest man, he was perfection, he was respected, and he was the the most influenced people. But with her, he was nothing. He was vulnerable. He was weak. He was..he was...he was in love! Love will soften him. Love will bring him happiness. And she was his love,his happiness his everything.
And she would be a beauty, a proud beauty. A happiness. Grace was her middle name. Only she can fit him to perfection. Only she can embrace his soul. Only she can bring the long lost laughter from him. Only she can bring him happiness. The perfection in his arm would be her.
All Judith McNaught's novel would have these all qualities. And I love every single of them.
Ian Thornton was not a rake, that was a surprise. He was a scot. He was the most stood out hero. He broke the tradition by loving her first . He was first a mere mister with no money but only skill in gambling and the face that would make Michaelangelo's David to nothing ( but in my case Alex O'Loughlin) :p . But he turned out to be the heir of the Duke Of Stanhope which make him the Marquess of Kensington. See?? No mere mister. Even he refused to have any relation with his grandfather he reconcile with him only to save Elizabeth. See? Years and years of hatred and refusal being set aside just for Elizabeth. He would do anything for her. You have to read the novel to understand what I'm talking about. I'm not going to type everything :) .
Let's just say they were happy (extremely happy and romantic and beautiful) for three months after their wedding when something unexpected happened. Out of sudden, there were barristers, and jails and House Of Lords and trials and everything that put Ian's life at risk.
There were also a divorce petition! Poor them both. Ian was a scot, once he was betrayed, he would do anything to put a stop to his agony, including Elizabeth. And I forgot to mention the appearances of Jordan and Alexandra Townsend in this novel(they were the hero&heroin of Something Wonderful).
Elizabeth been running from him and his vengeance for three moments and suddenly Ian wasn't himself. He couldn't make decisions, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't be him and he laid awake every night wanting her.
"If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done -" Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, "you can help me find a way to forgive myself."
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry."
This is so beautiful. Nothing can top this. I would treasure this moment for as long until I find anything better which I doubt and that would make as long as I shall live. :)
I love you Ian Thornton.
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