I found that love and lust are not only illuminated but heightened when you think you’re about to die – or even when you’ve had a close call with death. So whether it’s 1812 or 2011, being bound, bleeding and beaten seems to be an aphrodisiac, or at the very least a catalyst for the beginnings of love. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, there’s nothing like love on the run. READ FULL REVIEW AT B&N






