SILENT SCARS
The Surviving Series #4
Ada Frost
Releasing Nov 28th, 2015
Self-Published
Rating: 4.5 Stars
Told in the first person.
Told in the first person.
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Her Man.Their Hero.
His Pain.
What happens when you pray for death and you’re ignored?
You have to live.
You have to survive.
But what if the last thing you want is to take your next breath?
To the world, Ryan is a hero, an ex-marine, brother, son and protector. He has devoted his life to keeping others safe. He will do anything and everything to ensure his loved ones are protected, even if that means destroying his very own soul. After an explosion on the battlefield ends his career in the Marine’s, Ryan is sent home with an honorable discharge. But the war hasn’t ended for him.
He is home, he is free and he’s breathing, but he’s dead inside.
He wants nothing more than peace, but the nightmares in his mind will not grant him that. They taunt him, tease him and torture his waking moments. The darkness within him is slowly consuming him, blackness has seeped into his veins and is rotting his core. Ryan is a man on the edge of destruction. For once he is the one in need of saving. He needs a saviour.
He needs her.
Ryan is commissioned as a bodyguard to Aloura Cavendish. When he initially meets her, he believes her to be a spoiled rich brat, wasting his time. But the fire inside her astounds him. When he pushes, he never expects her to push back. When he runs, she chases. For the first time in his life, Ryan has a protector willing to fight his demons. The only problem – he is too afraid to release them.
That’s when I heard the music, the loud
angry tones of Green Day’s “American Idiot” I grinned because it appeared
Aloura wasn’t a fan of having us invade her life.
“Gentlemen, I may not require your services.
It appears I will just strangle my daughter myself.” Graham, uttered
sarcastically as we headed towards the loud music. When we reached the open
doorway he strode through, leaving Will and I to follow. My douche of a brother
paused causing me to walk into his back. I peered around the doorway and froze.
There was no other way to describe it – her
– other than absolute perfection. She was dancing around the room, her body
moving with such fluidity that she almost floated. The music died immediately
and she stopped. Her attention fixed on her father who had stopped the music.
She slapped her hands down over her hips and breathed up at the ceiling. Her
shoulders lifted and fell with each breath she pulled in. She glared at her
father’s back again as he came towards us and then she caught sight of Will and
I standing at the door gawping at her like two morons. I straightened and
smoothed my hands over my head. It’s a habit I developed after I was discharged
from the hospital. I hate the constant reminder marring my skin that I fucked
up. That people died because of me.
“Sweetheart,” Graham gritted out through his
teeth. “These are the gentlemen I was telling you about.”
“The ones with tight arses and buns you want
to bite?”
I spluttered a laugh as her father turned
crimson. The silver in his hair glistened against his skin. Will glanced at me,
trying to hide his smirk.
“That’s what you said this morning isn’t
it?” She asked batting her eyelashes at him. She headed over to a black piano
in the corner of the room and picked something up from the top, when she held
them up to her face I realised she was putting glasses on. She turned and blinked
a few times in our direction and her cheeks turned a really beautiful shade of
pink. She ran her hands over her black hair, which was pulled back in a messy
knot type thing. Then she trailed them down her body, tugging at the hem of her
t-shirt. It was fascinating watching her assessing us.
“I should have punished you more as a
child.” He glared at her, but there was no mistaking the small curl of his lips
of the undeniable love shining in his eyes.
“So this is my horrible
little brat, Aloura.”
Ryan Dermont had a very degrading and disturbing childhood. The author makes it very easy to picture
everything that he has had to endure. This
psychological pain may be hard for some readers to take. Which also must have
been tough for the author to write.
What touched me the most was that with everything Ryan has been
through as a child, he still held on to his faith. Even with all that he’s been through, and
still fighting his personal demons, he still wants to help people. One disappointment I had was the large jump
in age. But I also understand because it
would have made the story too long, too wordy, and might have changed the
direction that the storyline was going.
Aloura Cavendish has a very interesting family dynamic – just
another show of how creative this author is.
Some people might feel that the story should have started where our two
main characters meet but the beginning is needed in order to understand who
Ryan is. But this story is not all about
Ryan’s life and not why our two characters meet so we have a little mystery
that needs solving. It’s this mystery
that will have you turning the pages but you also want to know that in the end
Ryan finds some happiness.
Even though this is part of a series, you don’t have to read the
other three books in order to understand everything that is going on in this
one. This was my first dip into this
author’s pool of work but I don’t think it will be my last. She has a way of getting you involved, and
carrying about, the characters that she writes about. And if you find that you care about Ryan and
his family, you might want to go back, if you haven’t already done so, and read
Surviving Love which is book two in
this Surviving series. Other characters pop up as well so at some
point reading the rest of the series might not be a bad thing.
I love to read, and write. I only read romance, any genre really, but it has to have a beautiful romance. I also demand a HEA, even if it takes
two or three books to get there. Reality is too broken and jaded without having
to live through the trauma and angst in a book for it to end unhappily.
THE GIRL'S GOT SECRETS
Forbidden Men #7
Linda Kage
Releasing Nov 28th, 2015
Self-Published
Here’s the same old “girl posing as a boy” story but with a rock-n-roll twist.
Remy Curran dreams of one day being in a band, except the group she wants to join refuses to hire a girl drummer.
So, she auditions as a guy...and makes the cut.
So, she auditions as a guy...and makes the cut.
Becoming “Sticks,” a member of Non-Castrato, isn’t quite what she dreamed it would be, though. She spends most of her time keeping up the subterfuge and learning how to walk, talk, act, and drink like a man.
But what’s even harder to deal with is acting oblivious when the band’s heartthrob lead singer, Asher Hart, treats
her like one of the guys and not a woman. She never imagined he’d be so much more than a pretty face with a nice voice. But he’s better than perfect. He’s perfect for her.
her like one of the guys and not a woman. She never imagined he’d be so much more than a pretty face with a nice voice. But he’s better than perfect. He’s perfect for her.
When love and lies combine, Remy must keep up the act or lose everything. But who knew lying to reach one dream could prevent you from attaining an even bigger dream?
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Remy and I bent at the same time to turn on the karaoke machine.
Remy and I bent at the same time to turn on the karaoke machine.
“Sorry,” we murmured together when we nearly bumped
foreheads. Then we shifted an inch apart but still both going in to get the
machine up and running.
“Holy shit,” she murmured under her breath, turning
toward me slightly. “You smell really good.”
I didn’t want it to, but my body reacted, remembering
every touch, lick, and kiss she’d ever given me. I glanced at her face, and her
eyes flared as if she was in trouble for saying such a thing.
“Sorry.” She lifted both hands in some kind of surrender.
“It’s just...it’s new. You’ve never smelled like that before.”
Lust stirred through me. I tried to bite it back, tried
to cling to the fact I was mad at her, but a need unlike any I’d ever
experienced with any other person roared through my blood.
I had to shake my head and blink myself back to the
present, remind myself where I really was and what I was doing. And that was
most definitely not Remy Curran.
“It’s, uh...Eva gave it to me as the best man gift. I figured
I should wear it today.”
She nodded, agreeing. “Well, it’s amazing. I think I just
got pregnant.”
Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter, and nine cuckoo clocks. Her life's been blessed with lots of people to learn from and love. Writing's always been a major part of her world, and she is so happy to finally share some of her stories with other romance lovers.
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