This book is charming and magical and just lovely goodness all (well mostly) in keeping with the story to which it is based. The author captured the love between these characters so well. Beau's ability to see Wolfram in a completely different way than anyone else had before.
Wolfram drew a sharp breath when he came to a drawing of himself.
He almost didn’t believe it, at first. The man on the page looking back at him was smiling— his smile, in fact, was the first thing Wolfram saw: broad and white with full lips, a smile that seemed to take over his face, to be reflected in his eyes and the head held high. Beau had rendered him with a thick jaw, high cheekbones looking noble.
In the sketch, Wolfram looked like a benevolent king, regal and proud.
The difference between what Wolfram saw when he looked in the mirror and what Beau had drawn there was stark. All Wolfram saw of himself were the things that were different, the cruel twist of horns and the frightening teeth.
He makes me look handsome, Wolfram thought.
And while the premise, for the most part, stays true to the Disney classic, it manages to keep you fully engaged and curious as to the outcome.
Beau is absolutely wonderful and so caring and passionate.
And the love that develops between dear Beau and Wolfram is so passionately written. I always love a character who desires another so much that the need to claim them, the need to mark them and possess them is so strong. And this one is captured beautifully.
The others couldn’t see the mark he’d made on the perfect skin, couldn’t smell the way that Wolfram’s scent was all over Beau, claiming him, making it clear who he wanted to be with. They had no idea— and they wouldn’t have any idea until he or Beau told them.
Logically, that was for the best. It meant fewer questions and it would save Beau the embarrassment of being with him out in the open. But the illogical part of him that was half curse, half stubborn pride, was deeply dissatisfied by the fact that none of them knew Beau was his. Wolfram was gripped by an almost irresistible impulse to take him by the hips right where he stood, to lay the length of his body against Beau’s back and make a fresh mark higher on his neck where everyone could see.
And the books...while we all know that dear Belle loves to read, the use of books here was quite different but no less touching.
Wolfram is as charming as ever...I mean who could not love a Beast?
Now this was landing at a 4.5 star read for me due to some dragging around 65% or so. And while I enjoyed the storyline with the Poppa and Gaston characters...I felt these pulled away from what was happening with our leads.
So why then the 4 Stars? Gawd...The Epilogue. Honestly this needs to be scrapped completely. This ending just did not work for me at all!! So unfortunate.
I would still recommend this beauty for sure but damn...maybe skip the epilogue. :(
Sooo…I have had this one for what seems like forever. I mean…it is a Walker book and typically I jump on these but timing wise it just hasn’t worked. And I hate that! Geez…this was so fantastic and just quintessential Walker.
I adored this.
Now, I must confess…and this is not a spoiler at all…because if I had actually read the blurb completely I would totally know this. The story is about our main character, Israel, learning that he was switched at birth. And guess what??? This story is not about those two switched boys…
Yep…I totally went there in my head.
Not sure why or how or whatever but I am kinda embarrassed by the whole thing honestly. But, there are many times, especially with authors I love, that I start without reading reviews, or apparently entire blurbs.
Yeah…I am nuts.
So what an unbelievable surprise this was to learn that this was a “friends to lovers” story. And to realize that our beloved Sam would be “the one”. I fell in love with this character from the moment he entered the page. How Israel’s family dynamics and gut wrenching experiences impacted their friendship and the strength that Sam gave to Israel was just beautifully portrayed. There was nothing these two had not shared. No tears left unshed between them or walls left standing when these two were through.
On top of all that...this has absolutely one of the best first kisses…ever.
And then throw in some possessive behavior and I am a freaking mess.
I cornered him against the wall. “No one touches you but me.” His pupils were blown out, and his breath was shallow. He was definitely turned on. I put my hand to his jaw and slid my thumb over his bottom lip. “No one kisses you but me.” Then I slid my other hand down his stomach, over the bulge in the front of his jeans. “No one fucks you but me.”
There is nothing better than possession and claiming someone as yours. Phew.
This is a must read and one I will be revisiting time and time again!