Fresh from an
idyllic honeymoon along the Italian coast, the Blackstones prepare for the
birth of their precious baby and the challenges of settling into a new home.
But things get complicated when specters from the past reappear to threaten the
very foundation of their relationship. Ethan and Brynne will have to fight
harder than ever for each other. Rare and Precious Things is the story of two
people who both need the other in order to be complete, but learn just how
"rare" their brand of love is when they have to risk everything in
order to hold onto it.
Review
My oh my, Ethan Blackstone. Raine Miller
has done it again. This book started with immediately after Brynne and Ethan's
wedding. I'm saddened that this is the conclusion of The Blackstone Affair
Series, I've loved every book and this one is no exception to that. Like the
others, this book got me hooked from the very beginning and didn't release me
until the end. Brynne and Ethan both have demons they have to battle but they
do and their love for each other just grows as they prepare for little Peaches.
You can't help but feel the connection they have. I feel like Rare and Precious
Things was the perfect ending to this series, it tied up loose ends and gave us
another perfect and emotional ride. The Blackstone Affair Series will always be
in amongst my most favorites series. I am already planning a reread because I'm
just not quite ready to let go of Ethan yet.
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I watched
Brynne putting on her makeup and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I hoped she
didn’t notice me staring because I didn’t want her feeling self-conscious. I
knew she was a little because her body had changed so much. She was more
beautiful to me now than ever though. Our little blueberry had grown right
along with my girl.
“You’d better
start getting ready or we’ll be late. Hannah and her plans wait for no man…”
she trailed off, never taking her concentration away from the mirror where she
was applying some kind of dark smudge around her eyes. She had on a short black
lace getup that made me hard just looking, but she was only halfway dressed.
Best to stick with the plan or we’d never make it to my Dad’s birthday dinner
on time. I tried to force in some non-arousing thoughts about work.
“I’d much
rather look at you though, Mrs. Blackstone,” I told her.
She made a
soft sound. “Well my ass is getting bigger by the second, in direct competition
with my belly. I hope my ass doesn’t win. At the end of this gig, I just want
the baby, not the extra ass.” She looked up into the mirror at me, her
expression giving away little of what was on her mind. Still so mysterious, my
girl was. I loved that aspect of her though. Made me even more determined to
get as close to her as I possibly could so I could touch and taste and absorb
every available molecule. My need for Brynne was still as strong as ever. I had
no doubts that would ever change either.
“Your arse is
perfection and you’ll never hear me complaining ‘bout a bit more of you to grab
hold of.” I gave her a slow wink and a lecherous grin. “From back here, you
don’t even look pregnant.” I came up behind her and plastered myself against
her body, my hands sliding forward to rest on her bump. “I have to do this to
really know you’ve got anything here.” I splayed my palms over the firm rounded
swell of our baby growing safe inside her.
She leaned
back and rested her weight against me. “Oh something’s there all right,” she
said, “that you put there.”
I grinned
behind her. “I really enjoyed doing that by the way.”
“I seem to
remember that you did,” she said dryly.
“Oh you
enjoyed it too, Mrs. Blackstone.” I slid my hands around back to her grip her
bum. “Mmmmm…you feel perfect to me,” I mumbled.
“Did I ever
tell you how much I love when you call me Mrs. Blackstone?”
“You have
not, but I’m delighted you love your new name.” I spoke toward her image in the
mirror. “I know I love the sound of it. I know I love that my name is now your
name. I love a lot of things…that I didn't have before.”
She reached
her hand up to hold my cheek, still looking at me in the mirror. “You’re
getting a new name too. We have someone coming to us soon who will know you
only by one name, and it’s not Ethan.”
“Dad.”
“Yep. You are
somebody’s dad now.” She smiled softly, a mixture of happiness and maybe a
little sadness at the thought of her own father. “You’ll be the best ever…” she
whispered.
Brynne always
amazed me in her generosity—her ability to be so lovingly giving even in the
face of her grief and loss. Brave. Strong. Magnificent. I kissed her on the
back of the neck and rested my chin on her shoulder, both of us staring into
the vanity mirror at each other. “I love the sound of it—Dad. I’m a dad and
you’re a mum.”
“We are
indeed.”
I returned my
hands to her belly. “I love our little grapefruit in here.” I turned her around
and held her face in my two hands. “And I love you, Mrs. Blackstone.”
“I love you
more,” she said.
About the Author
Raine Miller has been reading romance novels since she picked up that
first Barbara Cartland book at the tender age of thirteen. And it's a safe bet
she'll never stop, because now she writes them too! Granted Raine's stories are
edgy enough to turn Ms. Cartland in her grave, but to her way of thinking, a
hot, sexy hero never goes out of fashion. A part-time teacher and writer of
sexy romance stories every other chance she gets pretty much fills her days.
She has a handsome prince of a husband, and two brilliant sons to pull her back
into the real world if the writing takes her too far away. Her sons know she
likes to write stories, but gratefully have never asked to read any, thank God!
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