#Review: Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan

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When Bree Prescott arrives in the sleepy, lakeside town of Pelion, Maine, she hopes against hope that this is the place where she will finally find the peace she so desperately seeks. On her first day there, her life collides with Archer Hale, an isolated man who holds a secret agony of his own. A man no one else sees.

Archer’s Voice is the story of a woman chained to the memory of one horrifying night and the man whose love is the key to her freedom. It is the story of a silent man who lives with an excruciating wound and the woman who helps him find his voice. It is the story of suffering, fate, and the transformative power of love.

 

The beginning of this book held great promise for me. I was interested in the characters — even though they did seem to speak and act younger than their age of mid twenties — and I was curious about Archer being unable to speak. Throw in Archer being a recluse virgin and I was hooked.  I liked the slow development from friends to lovers. It was paced quite nicely and believable.

Then as we head into the middle of the book, we start to see a stalling of sorts. It dragged on for me and I was wanting to skip ahead past the love couple just to get to some actual plot besides love making. (let us pause to mourn the fact that I actually wanted to skip the sexy scenes *sobs*)

As we reach the home stretch and start discovering the hidden details and the true plot of the book, it seemed rushed and completely out of character for Archer. Here we have a man who has been isolated from everyone and everything for years, who has anxiety issues and can’t stand for Bree to be away from him.  I am talking to the point of where he destroys his furnishings in his house and basically waits to die because her cell phone died for a day and was unable to be reached.  Then the author decides to let Archer spread his wings within the span of a chapter or so and go off into the real world alone to find himself and to see if he is capable of interacting with other people on his own. It wasn’t very believable for me and disappointed me in the ending.

A book that started out with such promise for me ended up being just an okay book in the end.

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#Review: I Believe by Patti Roberts

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Is there a Heaven? Have you ever experienced anything unexplainable? Did you know when something bad was about to happen…? Have you ever met someone and taken a great liking or disliking to them straight away…. Like you have known them before? Real People – Real Stories. Will one of them be YOURS?

Lately, I have been interested in reading books on near death experiences.  I have always been fascinated by stories told by people who have come close to death and are willing to share what they had seen.  When I Believe came up as a free read on Amazon, I decided to give it a try.  It is a short read featuring many different experiences by numerous people.  While I though I would enjoy hearing their stories, the editing was really horrible in this book. It made it difficult to follow along with each tale when I had to keep overlooking the misspelled words and format issues. Usually, I overlook this type of thing, but it was pretty bad in this case.

Still, while some of the experiences were fascinating, others fell short of what I was hoping. Some of the stories came off as being a made up version just to put it in the book. This was just not one of my favorites in my journey to find near death experience story telling.

MY RATING

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Digital vs. Print: The Great Debate (Within my head)

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The age old question. No I am not talking about the chicken or the egg. I am talking about a more up to date question that leaves readers scratching their heads and running around in confusion.

Digital Reader or Print books

Should I have this many books on my shelves?

I really could use the space for other things.

What if my e-reader quits working?

When I first started blogging, I was a die hard fanatic about having every single book in print. I am a visual person, so I like seeing the pretty spines all lined up completing a series.  I enjoyed having something real and tangible to show off to other readers. An author signing? Why yes, I have a print book for the author to sign! Then when you opened a book — the smell. It was so inviting. Nothing beats the smell of a printed book.  I get a rush just walking into a bookstore or an aisle full of books at the grocery store.

Then I was given a Kindle. I set it on the table, walked around it several times giving it the evil eye trying to figure out how something so modern and plain looking could give me the joy that I get from the thousands of books I have in my home library! I eventually caved and willed myself to use it for a full week. I hit the Amazon Kindle freebie list and started my week of being a traitor to my precious print books. I found I could easily highlight quotes that I wanted to either share immediately or for later use in a review.  I could finish one book and have the next book in the series within minutes, if not seconds. No more waiting for the mail or a trip to the store!

Since that week of digital awareness in the reading realm, I have added hundreds to my digital library. I find myself walking into bookstores just to get my aroma and visual fix of the books.  Yes, I still buy print books and enjoy stacking them onto my bookshelves, but I have found myself splitting it 50/50 with the Kindle. I still refuse to go digital if the digital version costs more than the print edition.  I still refuse to give up my favorite series books to digital. I will however enjoy the pleasure of the “one click” button when needed.

I guess the great debate is still going on in my head, but at least the Kindle has earned a spot on my nightstand next to my print book at night. No more evil eye and western showdowns have arisen since embracing the technology.

 

 

Excerpt: Dash of Peril by Lori Foster

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91+XvaJjkmL._SL1500_Author Lori Foster has a new book titled Dash of Peril.

Release Date of March 25, 2014

Still haven’t had a chance to start any books by this author?
Want a sneak peek before you read Dash of Peril?
Well here we go!

EXCERPT ONE:

 

Dash studied how Margo held her left arm slightly out from her body. His brows flattened. “Why didn’t you say something about your elbow?”
She closed her eyes, almost like she couldn’t help herself. “What could you have done about it?”
No idea, but she still should have told him. “When I took you from your car—” God, he’d thrown her half over his shoulder then literally jogged with her in that position.
“It hurt like hell, but being shot would have been worse.” Pale with pain, Margo added, “You did great, Dash. Better than I’d expected.”
What had she thought? That he’d fall apart? Maybe hide behind her—the big, bad lieutenant?
More anger simmered to the surface, and that really pissed him off. He never got angry. Why should he? He’d been blessed in too many ways to count.
He had parents who adored him and a brother that would make anyone proud.
Most would call him wealthy, but because the money didn’t mean that much to him, he preferred the term financially secure.
Inherited genes gave him height and strength, a fit body that he’d honed in his construction company—a body that appealed to women.
That brought him back around to his disgruntlement toward Margo…the one woman who rebuffed him at every opportunity. Now he knew she considered him a wimp.
In the face of more pressing problems, he decided to work that out with her later. He could hear her teeth chattering, so he settled back against the wall beside her and carefully drew her to his side to both support her and share heat.
“If you weren’t here…” she whispered, then swallowed. “If you weren’t here, I would be dead.”
“No.” He wouldn’t even consider that possibility. He kissed her head, tucked her face against his throat.
She gave in, closing her eyes. “It’s not easy for me to admit, but I’m so glad I’m not alone.”
“Yeah, me, too.” He had no problem admitting it. He was here with Margo, holding her, protecting her, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

 EXCERPT TWO

Dash leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, listening to the occasional ripple of water. In his mind, he could almost see her, so strong and brave and independent.

But equally small and soft and so badly hurt.

He pressed the heels of his hands to his gritty eyes, trying to fight off the exhaustion. Now that he had Margo back in her own home, safe and sound, the adrenaline dump left him weary. “You’re not getting the splint wet, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

Hearing the strain in her voice, he wanted to curse. The doc claimed her arm would cause considerable pain for at least a few days.

Struggling in and out of the tub, washing her hair, soaping up her body…

Damn, but the visuals were killing him.

“Margo? You sure you don’t need any help? You have to be hurting.”

“I’m okay.”

Damn it. Why wouldn’t she trust him a little?

He pushed away from the wall, paced a few feet and came back. He felt ridiculous, fretting outside her door, waiting for her to admit that she needed him.

He had a feeling she would prefer everyone see her as a hard-ass. When it came to him, she was doomed to disappointment.

He waited another five minutes, then said, “You need to come out now, Margo.” Much as he relished the thought of assisting her, if she fell asleep in the tub she could end up hurting herself more.

“I am.”

He waited. If she were any other woman he’d be treating her with kid gloves. But this was Lieutenant Peterson, the ballbuster, and he knew her well enough to know she’d detest sympathy.

When the door opened, he straightened in anticipation.

She hadn’t really dried her hair and little rivulets of water ran down her silky neck and disappeared into the collar of a large, soft robe that fit over her splint and was only loosely tied around her petite frame. Without makeup, the stitches and bruising were even more obscene.

His heart gave a soft thump—and he knew he was a goner.

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