The Fighter and the Baroness
“Can I wear it through the security portal?” I ask, broken shoes in one hand.
“No, I’m sorry. It will buzz,” the security person explains. “The portal is created to alert us to most metals besides gold and silver.”
I can’t tell him I wear gold. Real, irreplaceable, century-old heirlooms. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to try.”
He lifts his arms in subtle agreement, a have-it-your-way, and I enter the booth, walk out without incident. Employees from two checkpoints stare at me while I pick my stuff off the band. I shake my head, slowly at first, but then I have nothing to say, no witty comeback, and my flight instinct kicks in. I get up on my toes so I don’t stumble in the too-long skirt and stride as slowly as I can into the transit hall.
I need to not stress the hell out. Just, I wish someone was with me to talk me down. I could call Elfriede. I don’t have my phone. I need a new phone. God, how pathetic am I?
Once I’m sure security isn’t following, I haul butt down the corridor. Tiles are cold under bare feet, it turns out. I’d step into my shoes again, but one of them is broken. Would people stare less if I limped and my heels creak-clacked against the floor?
A high-end fashion store beams in the distance. “We’ll help you blend in. Hurry, hurry,” it calls. I run. Benches are in the way. I’m getting clumsy. I’m panicking. Suddenly, a potted palm tree appears out of nowhere, half-blocking my view of the Promised Land, and my torso doubles around it as I slam to the ground.
I let out an ungraceful oomph. And realize I’m not on the ground after all. No, there’s an arm around me, and miraculously I’m on my feet, wobbly but sort of erect.
“You all right?” an American accent asks.
“I was going to Cloe’s over there,” I explain in German, pointing feebly and not feeling as regal as I’ve been taught. Dark eyebrows contract from within a tanned face above me.
“Sorry?” His arm is still strong around me, really freaking strong, and somehow I’ve got a death grip around it while trying to pry him off.
I translate the same stupid sentence to English. “I was going to Cloe’s. It’s over there.”
His brows are perfectly thick or thin and their arcs are so perfectly perfect they look like they’ve been combed, but then the furrow between them smoothens and I discover his eyes.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Martial arts fighter, Victor Arquette is focused. He aims to become the best in mixed martial arts. It’s what he’s destined to do. He doesn’t need distractions as he remains dedicated to his craft. Enter Helena von Isenlohe and everything changes. Helena left her home behind as her father’s castle deteriorates due to his money woes. As the future of the castle relies on some of her life choices, Helena flees. In her defiance against family and love, she meets Victor. She’s a mystery he can’t get enough of. He’s inexplicably drawn to her. And you feel it the moment they meet. They end up parting ways once they get to their destination. But fate has a way of intervening.
Victor and Helena see each other again and its just as magnetic as the first time. Victor tries to give her up. He’s busy. So much work in his career to be done. But he finds himself thinking about her when he shouldn’t be. Helena’s heart is back home with her family, but she slowly finds that that same heart may already found its real home. With Victor. But how does one choose? There’s this fierceness between them. Something both know they should ignore, but it’s impossible. This ferocity causes them to feel things that neither have time for. But the heart knows no time or circumstance.
The Fighter and The Baroness had depth and intensity, but was perfectly balanced with humor and light. I found this read to be quite refreshing as it was never predictable. Victor was a lover that most women dream about. He loved with fervor. Deeply. Unreservedly. He didn’t get love. He’s been through so much. But with her he wanted to love and be loved. Helena was a great heroine and her strength was something I admired. Her love for Victor was powerful and purposeful. Their love persevered.
Gripping and unexpected, Victor and Helena’s story was brilliantly written with an engaging storyline that kept me turning the pages. Although a bit lighter than her usual reads, this book still holds the voice of Sunniva Dee. The voice of hopefulness in the face adversity. The author stays true to her profound writing style as she crafts the kind of love story that only she can. Magical. Breathtaking. Fascinating. And of course you will find humor in the story. I even laughed out loud a few times. Victor and Helena are genuine and relatable characters. The author demonstrates her talent in her meticulous character development. They are what drives her compelling and engaging storylines. And this story was no different.
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