I didn’t know what I was getting into when I picked up this book at my favourite bookstore, but what I did know was that I was already in love with the cover.
Who can resist a man, an artist, worshipping his subject? Especially when he looks like this...
Meet Thomas Rodin. A member—if not leader—of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, artist, lover of women, and stunted in love.
Though Thomas lived the free-spirited life of an artist always in search of inspiration, there was one thing that remained constant among the chaos; his passion. Passion for life, passion for art, passion for pleasure. The man was ravenous, and whoever the lucky woman was at the time, she got to experience the depth of such an extraordinary man.
Unfortunately, Grace had to sit back one too many times and endure Thomas’ infamous passion.
She was his ultimate muse, but he never truly saw Grace clearly. He could never really understand that she was the one muse he was always in search of; the one person who would match his passion and challenge him like no other.
This book not only told the story of an artist—master—and his muses, but of blinded love. The kind of love that is staring you in the face, but you never really believe to be true. So instead of embracing that love and nurturing it, you run from it, in search of something more, something real; when in fact, what was real was there all along.
I challenge you to read this book and not be consumed by its depths, its passion, its eroticism. I challenge you not to shed one tear for the lives that were altered and affected by choices and actions. I challenge your heart not to ache for those that would not take a firm grasp on the love they so rightfully deserved. And I challenge you not to hold the book to your chest when you are finally finished and rejoice when all things finally fall into place.
Amanda McIntyre’s writing has made its way into my heart, and her books will continue to make their way into my collection.
Click here for an excerpt from The Master & The Muses.