The Wraith is Anne Wilder, a low aristocrat by way of marriage to a man who loved her and haunts her. She escapes, hide and pride intact, and he vows to take her down. The Wraith plays on his sexual instincts, drawing out a seduction that climaxes with her knees at a very sensitive and tender part of his body. His first encounter with the thief Wrexhall’s Wraith leads to a nasty surprise – the Wraith is a woman. He has toppled, betrayed, and destroyed men perceived as a threat to the country by his superiors. Colonel Henry “Jack” Seward isn’t a nobleman, but he is one of the most effective and lethal secret agents in 1817 England. The story also never cuts corners or make cheesy concessions to the increasingly inane formulaic guidelines many romances are increasingly adhering to. But it’s more than worth its price, for this story combines obsession, darkness, and two vividly tormented characters into one potent concoction that manages to be poignant, utterly romantic, and devastatingly erotic at the same time. In fact I have three copies of this book, no thanks to the fact that I’ve worn out the binding of the first two copies. All Through the Night by Connie Brockway will remain one of the yardsticks by which I would gauge historical romances I read.
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