Marriage is proving hard for Millie, and as her love for Benita grows new wings, she is thrown into the impossible position of risking all for the thrill of a love so exciting, so deep and heart stopping that her life could be changed forever.
Millie faces a gathering storm of emotion that is about to topple her over the edge into an instruction in sin. On the one hand, she must fight to sustain her marriage and secure a certain future for her impoverished mother. On the other, she longs to break free to chase the dream of a forbidden love.
This is the second in the Travelling Companions series and I enjoyed it very much. In the first book Millie and Benita meet on a train and become lovers. Now Millie has to marry to save her mother from poverty but is distraught at the prospect of losing her lover. The story is one of deep love and attraction and a feeling that the world is acting against the two women. Set as it is in the 1920s they have to hide their relationship and once Millie marries this will become ever more important. Millie’s character goes through some changes in this volume as she adjust to life as lady of the manor and has to find ways to keep seeing Benita. She is completely obsessed by her and now that she has to have regular sex with her husband it has become more obvious that she is a lesbian! The sex scenes are very hot and quite varied. As Benita learns more about being a lesbian she is able to bring that to their physical relationship. I also saw quite a change in Benita too as she wants to take more control and in some ways I found it an unattractive trait. I felt she took it too far. This was a really good short read and I look forward to the next in the series.
The church looked lovely. The pews were decked out in foliage, and the large vases of spectacular flowers in their Greek urns, from Hemsby’s gardens, flanked the doors and naves.
Millie gathered her skirt up in her hands. It was difficult because the dress was so huge and elaborate, made up of copious lengths of lace and silk. Its train and long veil tangled around her arms and legs as if the confounded dress were trying to tell her something.
No, no, she must not think like that. She pushed such nonsense from her head. It would be hard enough as it was to get through what lay in front of her. Millie pasted a smile onto lips that didn’t want to smile at all. She had to think ahead, to think of the good points of being married to James.
Her uncle smoothed his hand along her thin arm. “Darling, there’s no need to be nervous.”
“No, I know. I’m not. Well, just a little…perhaps,” she replied, forcing a weak smile.
She was having absurd notions, as if she were delirious. Maybe, despite the preparations, James wouldn’t show up. Of course, that was wishful thinking. She was about to marry into the Hemsby fortune, and last-minute hitches didn’t happen to a family like his. But still she thought about it, as she had so many times over the last week or two. Wondered what it would be like to be free, free to live and love who she wanted. And she did love, didn’t she? But it wasn’t James.
She fluffed out her dress, smoothed the silk and satin with her hands.
It was a perfect day for a wedding, with a clear blue sky and not a cloud in sight. The crowds from the village had turned out in their finery, lining the one main street flanked by the jolly houses in burnished golden stone, the sunlight reflecting from their windows. The little public house was decked with bunting.
She passed beneath the lychgate and, glancing up, noticed the servants from the house that was soon to be her home. Some of them she liked. Davies, her maid-to-be, for instance. Others, such as Foukes the butler, she didn’t like quite so much. He was stodgy and patrician, and she’d once heard him whispering about her to the housekeeper. He’d said she was a fly-by-night. But she could cope with it. She had to.
Her mother, Patricia, arrived behind her in the car. The lines on her face seemed less etched than they had been of late. She was responsible for that, Millie thought with a sense of pride. She had saved the day—was saving the day, and salvaging her mother from a life of penury. When her father had died, leaving them in so much debt, the lovely dower house had been about to be taken off them. Then, amazingly, James had come along out of the blue. Her own angel. Ready to save her, incorporate her into the kind of wealthy lifestyle her mother had dreamed of, had wanted for her but never expected her to get. Sometimes she wondered how she had managed to trap him, when to all intents and purposes she wasn’t his type. James was a playboy who frittered away his considerable income in Monaco. She knew he’d had affairs, but none of those women had suited him and she had. She was flirtatious, she supposed, but she had always acted so coolly towards him, and maybe that was the reason. He had taken her reticence as morality when, in fact, the true reason was she just didn’t have an eye for men, not at all. No, her interests lay in a rather more feminine direction.
The little gatehouse waited for Patricia Carruthers, and Millie knew she was content with it. Content to have her daughter on her doorstep.
While she would be Lady Millicent Alice Hemsby. Her heart did a flutter. Any other girl would be delirious with joy, and she was grateful, she truly was, except…She loved someone else; she didn’t love James. Yes, he had been kind to her, made her immensely grateful, rescued her, but she couldn’t love him, not in the way he wanted because…because…