Bitchin' Blog Posts
It's HaBO-Thon time! HaBO stands for "Help a Bitch Out," and is a segment wherein folks write in looking for books that they cannot find, usually becuase they remember many details about the plot, but not the title or author. This is, by the way, how I remember most books.
Our first request comes from GoldenDarter:
After the latest round of HaBOs, and another fruitless internet search, I have decided to ask the Bitchery if they might know of this book... I read it several years ago, in the infancy of my romance obsession, but I have no idea when it was actually released.
I believe it is a historical, and if I had to guess I would say it is set in England (really, where else could it be?). I am certain he is a lord of some kind or at least obscenely rich (could he be anything else?). There is really only once particular scene I remember, and it bothers me to not remember the whole story behind it. It takes place near the end of the book and the H/H have been sleeping together for a while, though I have no idea if they are married or if she's his mistress.
Apparently the Hero's bedroom has several strategically placed mirrors which make for amazing sexy-times. I believe he has the mirrors because he is a rake (of course he is). I believe the Heroine has some sort of psychological issues (from childhood?) and she is using the mirrors to escape living. By this I mean, she is watching their sexy-times in the mirrors as if it were a movie and creating a barrier that prevents her from truly interacting with the Hero. Fairly certain this is overflowing to their relationship outside the bedroom as well. The Hero notices her withdrawal and becomes (understandably) upset. The scene I most remember involves him trying to make her connect with him during sexy-times (make her look at him, not the mirrors). She won't do it, he gets upset, much crying ensues, she finally looks at him, much weeping, hugs and make-up sex ensue. Ta-da, magically a HEA.
I have searched for this books because it bothers me to not know what in the hell made her retreat that way. Really. Bothers me. I have spent more time trying to google this book than is strictly healthy, I am sure. Hoping for some help so I can finally lay this to rest.
Anyone remember this book - and how many mirrors in a bedroom qualify a person as a "rake?"