This blog post is NSFW. The words in it, at least, are NSFW. Naughty, naughty descriptions lie ahead…
What I have read by her:
- Seduction & Scandal (Brethren Guardian #1)
- Pride & Passion (Brethren Guardian #2)
- Temptation and Twilight (Brethren Guardians #3) [MY REVIEW]
Here’s the short of it: NO ONE writes a sex scene like Charlotte Featherstone. Even in the books her Brethren Guardians series, which I enjoyed but am not sure I will eagerly flip back to them in the future, the sex scenes were stellar.
For example, from Pride & Passion. Adrian, the Duke of Sussex, is determined to marry Lucy Ashton, but she loves another. In his quest to convince her that he is the man for her, he uses some killer seduction:
As she crested, and tumbled, she called his name again, only to find herself freed, her hands thrown around his neck as he lifted her from the chair, and moved with her so swiftly that she found herself pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her skirts and chemise raised and the slit in her drawers opened wide, and the feel of Adrian’s woolen trousers, his phallus hard and unyielding rubbing against her as his fingers pressed into her bottom.
“I want to come with you, to share this first time with you,” he growled before capturing her lips and devouring them with a hard and demanding kiss as he rubbed relentlessly against her, thrusting her up against the wall as they shared lips and tongues and breaths. And then they were sharing something so intimate that Lucy could only breathe his name, and listen as Adrian’s breath stopped altogether – the silence hung by a thread, and the world ceased to turn as their eyes opened and heat and wetness pooled between them, and they fell over the cliff together, her wrapped tightly around Sussex, a man she hadn’t wanted to like, let alone trust. She looked into his eyes, and saw something deeper than she ever had before.
Evidence, part 2: from Addicted. A man, Lindsay, lost the love of his life, Anais, and, in response, turned to opium to cope. He struggles to overcome the addiction in order to win her back. At a critical point in the book, she goes to him but, in his drugged stupor, he believes her to be a figment of his imagination. And they have some hot, hot sex:
Twin cravings, he reminded himself. Oblivion and passion. Stirring, Anais, brushed against him, her lashes flickering until she was looking up at him. Her eyes were glazed, glassy with passion. He pressed forward, letting her feel his cock. His finger pressed in, filling the alluring bud between her plump buttocks. Her eyes went round as he matched the rhythm of his cock and finger. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he suckled her, building her up once more. He stroked her hard, filled her up with his finger. She arched and scratched her nails down his shoulders as she cried out in pleasure.
Beautiful fallen angel, he thought, watching her fall apart in his arms. Won’t you stay with me forever?
Despite their sexy scenes, I have a hard time recommending the three Brethren Guardian books. I liked them. But I barely remember the first one. I felt it hard in the second one to understand why Lucy was so reluctant to like the Duke. And in the third one, I’m not sure how much I buy the turnaround that is the crux of the character arc of the male protagonist. And, across them all, I found the Brethren mysticism and mythology heavy handed at times and often seemed to drag down the pace of the plot instead of add to it.
But Sinful and Addiction are a different story.
Sinful’s plot (from Featherstone’s website):
In Victorian England vice of every kind can be purchased, and Matthew, the Earl of Wallingford, makes certain he avails himself of every possible pleasure. Bored and jaded, he is as well known for his coldness as for his licentious affairs with beautiful women.
While these numerous daliances fulfill Matthew’s every physical need, they secretly leave him numb and emotionally void. Until one night when he finds himself beaten, eyes bandaged and in the care of a nurse with the voice of an angel–and a gentle touch that sooths the darkness in him and makes him yearn for more.
Yet Jane Rankin is a lowly nurse, considered shy and plain by most. There is no place for her amongst the lords and ladies of aristocracy–despite Matthew’s growing craving for the fire that burns behind her earnest facade. And then there is Matthew’s secret. A secret so humiliating and scandalous it could destroy everyone he loves. A sin, he fears, not even the love of a good woman can take away…
And Matthew’s secret is devastating. One for which I wasn’t really prepared. There was also a major plot twist in Addicted that I did not see coming.
I believe these two stories fit a particular type of narrative that I am drawn to: the messy, complicated hell of life. And despite how hard life can be and the sacrifices people must make, these characters in Sinful and Addicted somehow find each other in the end. [Side note: these type of stories are also why I am so captivated with Cecilia Grant’s storytelling.]
There is something much more cathartic perhaps, more triumphant maybe about two people overcoming giant self-made hurdles than simply reading about falling in love despite, say, personality differences (though, you know, I love those, too). Both books squeezed my heart and made me cry in certain places, often out of a feeling of despair for the characters, sometimes anger for their poor decision making and their atrocious lack of communication. Yet, the endings are satisfying, though not necessarily what you expect (especially so for Sinful, I’d say).
I would most certainly recommend these two books.
And any Featherstone book if you just want to read some wonderful sex scenes.