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All Through the Night par [Brockway, Connie]
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"Why do you do it?"  he asked.

It would be futile to pretend she didn't understand the question.  But how could she explain what she didn't understand herself?   So, as she didn't have any answer, she gave him the thief's flip retort.

"Haven't you ever stolen anything, Cap?"

She was unprepared for his response.  He surged forward then jerked to a halt as if caught on the end of a barb hook.  She backed away.  Her pulse kicked into double time.

An evil smile crept over his lips.  "Nothing compared to what you've stolen."

She knew he was speaking of the night she'd tied him up and done the unimaginable.

His smile became knife sharp.  "I see you understand me. Did you think I was bluffing when I promised I'd have you?   Or did you think that when I discovered that the woman who fondled my body with such enthusiastic eroticism was the modest and dignified widow, I would renege?   I won't.  I never break a promise."

Her knees went rubbery and her hand shot out, searching for support.  He rose, coming to her as gracefully and attentively as a court swain to his lady's aid.  He took her arm and led her to the small, straight-backed chair she occupied earlier.

"Here.  Sit by the fire."  He held it for her.  Confused by this combination of suitor and enemy, she obliged.  He took a position looming unseen and silent behind her.

"I think I deserve a little compensation for that evening, don't you?"  he asked softly.

His hands came down on her shoulders.  She jerked half out of her seat.  He pressed her back down.

"Easy," he murmured, as if gentling a horse. "You're cold.  Your hair is still damp.  Let me help you."

His voice rippled over her like rough silk.  He threaded his fingers through her hair and slowly separated the thick mass into dark strands, spreading it like a net over her shoulders and breasts, his knuckles brushing lightly over her bosom as he worked.  His hands were beautiful.  Even the ruined one had a certain tortured grace.

It disconcerted her, having him standing behind her, as she was unable to see him.  He touched her familiarly, almost casually. She wanted to read his expression but could not bring herself to turn.  It would be too intimate.

More intimate than this? She caught back a burble of laughter.  Her head swam with fatigue and increasing tension.

He ran his thumb lightly along her neckline and dipped it beneath the laced edge.  She went as still as a hind in a woodsman's net.  She shivered.  He'd sworn he'd have recompense.  Fear added its unique flavor to her tumultuous emotions.

"You really are exquisite."  He might have been a sightseer commenting on a particularly nice vista.  His voice was detached.  Idly he pushed down her gaping neckline, revealing her breasts nearly to their tips.

If he heard her slight gasp, he ignored it.

"One cannot help but wonder how someone so exquisite, with so many advantages, decides to take up thievery as a pastime."

She could barely think.  His hands flowed down over her.  The heat from his broad palms penetrated through the silk, warming her flesh.  He cupped her breasts and massaged them, testing their texture and weight with ruthless gentleness.

Tongues of firelight flickered over her skin, bathing her in stripes of light and shadow.  He scared her.  She couldn't remember a time when her body had been caressed so deliberately and with such obvious intentions.

"Was it boredom?"


His thumb had found the peak of one breast beading beneath the tissue-thin silk.  "Was it boredom?"

"No."  She sounded breathless.  She was breathless. She started to rise but he abandoned his languid fondling of her bosom to push her down into her seat again.  She began to turn but he braced her head gently between his hands, keeping her facing forward and away from him.

"Stay there," he whispered, his warm breath rushing over her ear.  She could judge nothing from that soft, rasping voice.  "A few touches.  Surely you had more of me."

He set her hands carefully on the arms of the chair and covered them with his own.  "Hold on.  You aren't required to do anything, to acknowledge anything.  Just feel."  His low voice hypnotized her with unspoken promises of a dark knowledge she longed to share; it sucked her will from her.

She looked down.  His dark hands were casually fiddling with the satin loops decorating her neckline, his knuckles rubbing artlessly against her nipples.

"Well, Anne?  Why do you steal things?  Just blood running true?"  His voice held a trace of amusement or pain, impossible to tell which one.


He quit playing with the satin decoration.  Disappointment and relief flooded her in equal portions until she heard him move.  He'd knelt behind her chair.  She stared straight ahead, unsure and apprehensive of what he planned.

He reached around her and slid the back of his hand down her skirts to her knee.  Slowly, incrementally, he crumpled the material in his fist until he'd  exposed her calf.  His fingers slipped behind her knee, making small, delicate little circles on the too-receptive flesh.

"Relax," he whispered in her ear.  "There was a night when you wanted me.  Do you remember?  I do."

Her face and body flushed with mortification.  "I'm sorry."

His hand stopped for a heartbeat.  Then he began touching her again.  The laughter fanning her cheek held no amusement.  "Liar.  You are not.  But I am."


He drew lazy designs on the soft downy flesh inside her thigh.  "You never allowed me to participate.  Unkind.  One might say discourteous.  I would have been happy to oblige you.  Service you.  But you know that."  For an instant an edged note penetrated his languid tone.  "You demonstrated quite clearly just how willing I would have been."

Yes.  Her eyes fluttered shut, reeling beneath the casual assault he made on her body.  Yes.  She'd wanted him. Wanted to control all that masculine power and sexuality. From the start she'd been drawn to his strength, his power, his control.  It had been such a contrast to her own lack of power, her own lack of sexuality, her own lack of control.

"I want to oblige now.  Let me pleasure you."

Pleasure? The concept beckoned her.  She'd never been allowed pleasure for pleasure's sake, uncomplicated and in its rawest form.  No man had ever done things to her just to gratify her senses.  The idea enticed her.

She wanted him.  Like a moth to fire, his ability to destroy her bewitched her.  His free hand lifted her heavy mantle of hair and swept it aside.  She felt his open mouth on the nape of her neck.  Her head fell back, her throat arched, offering itself to his exploration.  Warm lips brushed feathery kisses at the corner of her eye and on the curve of her chin.

"Let me service you."

"Yes." She breathed the consent in surrender.  She no longer cared what he sought from her, revenge or shame.

Excerpted from All Through the Night by Connie Brockway.  Copyright © 1997 by Connie Brockway.  Excerpted by permission of Dell Publishing, a division of the Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc.  All rights reserved.  No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Que dire? Jack et Anne sont deux personnages si attachants, leur histoire si belle... Rien n'est acquis pour ces deux-là. Une course contre la montre s'est engagée : pourront-ils se sauver mutuellement de leur passé... mais aussi du présent?
Tout est ici superbement écrit, Jack et Anne sont des personnages complexes, torturés mais pas martyrs. L'intrigue politique ne prend jamais le pas sur la romance, mais y ajoute de l'intensité.
J'ai particulièrement apprécié la fin, qui en est une sans vraiment l'être. C'est certainement l'une des plus belles fins que j'ai jamais lue...Si j'avais pu, j'aurais mis bien plus que 5 étoiles à ce livre. Une totale réussite!
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Intriguing mystery + dripping romance 1 juin 2014
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I was "hooked" when I read the "sample" because the combination of mystery thief in the night and a London setting in another era sounded great to me. There's something about detective/crime stories in faraway times and places, where technology will have no impact on the success or failure of the outcome that appeals to me; in fact, it appeals to me so much that I set aside my typical avoidance of "romance" novels, hoping that I might change my opinion about that genre.

Well, the elements of the novel that made me curious were very satisfying. Someone in high society London seems to be using social connections as opportunities to identify people who might make entering their homes and robbing them worth the effort and the risk. Things seem to be going very well for our thief until an "operative" enters the picture, whose primary mission when first introduced is finding this notorius thief, not to recover stolen jewels, but to recover a mysterious letter that could "cause irreparable harm" if released. Since this story takes place in the days of kings and queens, the reader easily infers that the "harm" could impact the throne.

Connie Brockway provides a convincing sequence of events, gradually revealing more about the society of that time and the various characters who inhabit her pages, while at the same time keeping the contents and source of that mysterious letter intriguingly vague. For much of the story, she is focused on providing insight into what makes each of the characters "tick," and they are a very interesting group, indeed. In addition to what's going on in the present, Brockway also provides bits and pieces of their past lives and relationships via carefully inserted flashbacks in a varity of forms: conversations between characters (major and minor), thoughts of characters (primarily major), and observations of others. After all, what would "high society" be without a little gossip here and there!

The overall story is also very effectively framed with an opening reference to a man who was unjustly convicted to hang for a "crime of treason" because he was (literally) "in the wrong place at the wrong time"; Brockway brings the story full circle toward the end when the man's mother is introduced as she seeks justice for her wrongfully hanged son. Conveniently, the detective currently assigned to find the thief who reportedly stole that potentially harmful letter was also present when the man was hanged. It's only natural to wonder what connections might exist here.

This would have been an "I like" (4 stars) mystery for me without torrid sexual arousal and attraction between two major characters. Brockway's description of their physical encounters is very explicit, in some respects seeming to border on the extreme as an element in a crime mystery. One aspect of their "romance" that felt more down to earth was the tension of insecurity between the two of them. Both characters had been manipulated by others in their respective pasts, making it easier for each to assume that things might not work between them than to imagine how things might turn out well.

There are many "mysteries" revealed during the course of the story that keep it very interesting, even when the "heat" seems to be turned up to an artifical level; otherwise, I wouldn't have finished.

I'm still skeptical about "romance" novels, but the other elements of Brockway's story made this a good read nonetheless.

If you're a fan of romance novels and mysteries, you might really like this one!
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 and her inability to love him as he deserved 18 mars 2015
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Connie Brockway's novel <i>All Through the Night</i> is a story about a widow (Anne) who steals to assuage her guilt over her husband's death (and well the men that died with him). She steals jewelry from rich ladies who pledge to contribute to her charity for injured and homeless soliders but fail to follow through. Apparently, her husband (Matthew) committed suicide by War. Basically he contrived to get someone to give him a Captain's commission based on a scant amount of naval experience. Then wandered off into battle resulting his own death and his entire crew. Prior to his death - he sent his wife a note telling her that she would be free of him now, and her inability to love him as he deserved. The War was the Napoleanic War. But this is a Regency Romance. So it takes place after that WAR. The hero (Col. Jack Seward), who is tracking the thief, is a spy and a bit of a hardened rogue. He's being manipulated by his father (Jamison) who is the head of some covert agency and sends Jack out to do all sorts of underhanded things. Jack and Anne fall in love, much angst ensues.

The blurb on the cover led me to believe it would be a cat and mouse game - it's not. <cut text="spoilers"> Lacks humor, which is odd, considering the last novel I'd read by Brockway (The Other Guy's Bride) was actually fairly humorous. This one is a wee bit too melodramatic for its own good. And Brockway over sells Anne's backstory. Anne was married to a Narcissist, who everyone else considered a saint, and it led her to become a cat burgler or jewel thief.

Jack is more interesting. The heroes often are in these novels, not quite sure why. Without going into too much detail, Jack was raised in a work house and then adopted by Jamison, who turned him into a spy. The novel does provide some rather complex, if unlikable, supporting characters. And Jamison, who is clearly a sociopath, is far more complex than you'd think from the brief description. But the plot suffers from the writer's struggle to create hot love scenes, which is admittedly a genre related flaw. Sex scenes are not easy to write - literary writers struggle with them. There's a fine line between erotic and just plain ludicrous. The old adage less is more rings true here.

All Through the Night is however interesting in how it depicts the struggle for gender equality in this time period. How women are often suppressed by men. The hero (Jack) at one point in the story, actually thinks to himself - how he is the heroine's "superior in gender, physical strength and rank". This is admittedly before the heroine in the guise of a thief, steals into his room, ties him up, and has her way with him sexually, while holding him at swordpoint, then physically bests him and escapes. It's also stated at various points, how she has a lot more money than he does. But the heroine is called "MRS Wilder" not Anne. MRS stands out, because the other women are Miss or Lady. And in most of these novels you see the word Lady. I've come to the conclusion that the word "MRS" has got to be the most sexist of terms. The woman is no longer an individual - she takes on her spouses' identity and name. Unlike MR - which does not have a marital connotation or one of ownership, MRS does. This book really underlines it - and does it in a rather subversive manner.

Brockway is a somewhat subversive romance novelist in that she likes to critique various tropes. In this novel - Anne Tribble marries Lord Matthew Wilder, who showers her with riches, adores her, but doesn't want her to have kids or is into sexual love - which he considers lust and beneath them. He can love her, but she can't sexually love him. He wants her to let him take her over, become his. Not just take his name, but everything else as well. He's a fairy tale prince who appears, at least on the surface, to hand poor Anne, from less than classy roots, the world. But she grows to hate his insecure and fawning attentions and despise herself for feeling this way. Until she decides to leave him and live with her father. Unable to handle her abandonment, he enlists and kills himself and his men - to punish her. Resulting in Anne martyring herself to a cause and robbing rich ladies as a thief, that everyone but the hero, believes is male - the hero knows she isn't because she propositions him. As the thief she takes on the aggressive and proactive male role. She has the power. Until the rough around the edges, and Colonel of modest means, Jack Seward swoops in and rescues her taking her away from that life. She becomes his Mrs. Seward. And when all is resolved, which of course it will be, Jack and Anne disappear together within the fog. Normally, in these books, Seward is the fiend and Matthew the hero, but here it is the opposite. We never meet Matthew - he's dead before the book begins. </cut>

The story works and it doesn't quite work. In that the writer takes the story a wee bit too seriously, and the characters feel at times over-drawn or over-wrought. Far too much time is spent on erotic sex scenes - which could have been shortened, and repetitive monologues about how much the two characters desire each other and can't live without one another - which unfortunately comes across more as "obsession" than love. And does little to counteract against the Matthew/Anne back story. The dialogue also lacks a certain snap, crackle and pop.

Overall not a bad read, but can't say I recommend it either.
4.0 étoiles sur 5 Anna and Jack 15 mars 2017
Par Candace Peterson - Publié sur
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Jack is the Whitehall Hound, a renowned spy. Anna is a widow and a infamous thief. Jack is set on the thief's trail when the burglaries are committed against the Prince Regent's friends. Anna is the widow by day and the thief at night. Jack is attracted to both the widow and the thief and is confused why. When Jack uncovers the truth, what links will he go to to save Anna from his enemy? Can he trust her enough to love her?

This novel is an easy read. It does contain steamy love scenes. The main characters are fleshed out and feel real. The dialogue plays a key role in the story. It demonstrates the emotional depth of the characters. The plot and subplots are neatly wrapped up. I give this novel 3.5 stars.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 My favorite book of 2017, so far. 1 avril 2017
Par Avid Reader - Publié sur
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Thank Goodness! A wonderful book to read. I have been reading some good books recently, but none "to write home about". This is the exception! Great characters, great writing, great plot.
I liked the way the author gave us these flawed characters, hooked us, and redeemed them.
Lots of, "ooh, wow" moments.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 A+: For craft and characterization 8 juin 2016
Par alice may - Publié sur
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This was a superbly written novel. The plot was well organized. The characters were well developed. This book was cleverly constructed and crafted in such a manner that what is put together is phenomenal. I was so riveted I ended up spending all my free time reading this until I was done. A truly original and superbly crafted plot, exquisitely defined characters, and such a cleverly organized scheme are hard to find in this genre. The writing is reminiscent of Lindsay Sands or Kleypas with a dash of Cole or Showalter. This writer is not only a literary genius, but is obviously well educated and knows the finer points of plot--these things are hard to come by in a romance novel.
This represents the best of the genre.
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