Friday, September 24, 2021

Excerpt for Beneath the Wreckage by Catherine Cowles


Prologue
Piper

PAST

“What do you think?” Jenn spun in front of the skinny mirror on the inside of the closet.

“It’s perfect.” I flicked one of the small little rhinestone buttons in the shape of a flower. It was sophisticated, and the pale pink was beautiful against Jenn’s summer-tanned skin.

“I didn’t think there was any way you’d need a sweater while we were here but I should’ve known better.”

“Doesn’t matter that it’s summer; it’s always freezing at night.”

I should’ve remembered. Our families had been making our yearly trip to Anchor Island for as long as I could remember.

“Okay, finishing touches.” Jenn motioned me forward so I stood in front of her. “Look down.”

My gaze caught on the half of a heart around her neck that read: Friends. My fingers sought out my half, rubbing circles on it as Jenn swept something across my eyelids.

“Okay, finished. You can look.” Jenn stepped behind me, her hands on my shoulders.

“My bestie is a stunner. Those high school boys won’t know what hit them.”

Facing the mirror, I rolled my eyes. “I just hope no one shoves me into a locker on the first day of class.” The high school we were attending in the fall was so much larger than the middle school we’d gone to, and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the new experience.

She hooked an arm through mine, so we were looking at each other through the mirror.

We were polar opposites. Jenn with her blond hair and long, sinewy form. Me with my dark hair and petite stature. But fourteen years of being hitched to each other’s sides had made us more like sisters than friends, even if we looked nothing alike.

“We’ll handle it like we do everything—”

“Together,” I finished.

She grinned into the mirror. “I have a surprise…”

The mischievous glint in Jenn’s blue eyes had my stomach dropping. “What?”

She stuck out her tongue at me in the mirror. “Don’t be like that. It’s a good one.”

Jenn’s good surprises could be anything from: I scored us some double fudge brownie ice cream, to we’re going to toilet paper our pre-algebra teacher’s house. “All right, spill.”

“I ran into Ethan earlier, and he and his friends invited us to a party. They’re having a bonfire up on the cliffs.” She did a little running-man dance and let out a squeal.

That dropping sensation in my stomach turned to cramps. I should’ve known when Jenn had said she wanted to give us both a makeover that something was up. “I don’t know.”

I wandered out into the main room of the cabin, Jenn on my heels.

“Come on, Piper. Pleeeeeease? It’ll be fun, I promise.”

I slid into a chair at the table, studying the drawing we’d been working on every night since we’d arrived at Whispering Falls a week ago. “You know my uncles wouldn’t like it. Neither would your parents.”

She leaned a hip against the table, looking down at me with that same mischievous smile. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them. And don’t you want to start high school having gone to one party?”

I didn’t. If I could avoid parties for the foreseeable future, that would be just fine with me.

But that was something changing between Jenn and me. I was happy with how we usually spent our yearly vacation here—excursions with our families during the day, whale watching, hiking, shopping in town. And our nights working on our plans for when we’d buy the Falls one day, while our favorite movies played in the background.

“Come on,” Jenn pleaded. “I really want to see Ethan again. And don’t you want to hang out with Nick? You’ll like it. He said they tell ghost stories at the bonfire. You’re super into all of that.”

No number of ghost stories could get me out of this cabin tonight. I had never lied to Nathan and Vic. Okay, I had never lied to them after I’d told them that a fox had kicked the soccer ball and broken the window when I was nine. I was pretty sure there were no foxes in Seattle, and the guilty look on my face had given me away. My uncles trusted me, and I didn’t want to ruin that. “It’s a stupid idea. I bet those guys don’t even know you’re fourteen. They wouldn’t have invited you if they did.” They must be at least sixteen—too old to be interested in an incoming freshman.

Jenn stiffened. “I told them I was in high school.”

“But not a freshman,” I challenged.

“It doesn’t matter. What’s going on with you? Are you scared or something?”

“I’m not scared. I just think that party’s going to be lame, and as soon as they figure out how old you are, they’re going to kick you out anyway. Why waste time?”

Jenn straightened from her perch against the table. “Well, I don’t want to watch another lame old movie and doodle on those stupid plans. I want to have some fun. Live a little.”

“Fine. Go without me, then.” The words were out before I could stop them.

“I will.” With that, she took off, slamming the door against the wall as she went.

Tears stung my eyes as I stared down at the map we’d been working on all week. The sketches of the buildings and the swimming pool blurred.

“What’s going on? Jenn tore out of here like the cabin was on fire,” Nathan asked as he entered, Vic in tow.

Concern laced Vic’s features as he crossed to me. “What are these tears, Munchkin?”

I let him fold me into a hug, the familiar scents of cedar and something just a bit floral wrapping me in comfort. “It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Nathan said, a bit of extra gruffness to his tone as he sat across from Vic and me.

I gave my head a little shake. “Just a fight. I think high school is going to be different…” I let my words trail off. I didn’t know how to explain it. Everything felt as if it were changing, and all I wanted was for things to stay the same.

Nathan and Vic shared a look, and then Vic turned to face me. “Friends aren’t always forever. Sometimes, they’re just for a season. Others might fall away, only to come back when you least expect it. I have a feeling you and Jenn will find your way.”

“Maybe.” I couldn’t imagine my life without her. We’d been friends for so long, she felt more like another limb. I took a shuddering breath. I could take it back, apologize tomorrow. Or maybe she’d have a horrible time at the party and realize that a movie night was better.

Nathan stood from the table. “Why don’t I make sundaes, and we can pile onto the couch and watch that awful movie for the millionth time?”

Vic pressed his lips together to hide his chuckle, but he wasn’t very successful. “You love Troop Beverly Hills. It’s why you decided to lead Piper’s Girl Scout troop.”

Nathan leveled Vic with a glare. “Don’t remind me of those dark days.”

“The moms loved you, though,” I offered.

“I thought I knew what being competitive meant, but I had no idea until we had to sell those damned cookies. I swear those moms would’ve sold a kidney to win one of those cookie prizes.”

“Language,” Vic chided.

I rolled my eyes. “I think I’ve heard the word damn before.”

Vic pulled me into a tight hug and then covered my ears. “Let me keep you young and innocent forever.”

I immediately went for his sides, where I knew he was ticklish. “What was that?”

Vic’s hands flew off my ears with a shriek. “Uncalled for, young lady!”

Nathan just shook his head at the two of us.

Eventually, we settled onto the couch with bowls of ice cream in hand—extra whipped cream on mine, no peanuts, just the way I liked it. I burrowed into the couch cushions between the men who always had my back, no matter what life threw my way. But the ice cream sat heavily in my stomach, and I couldn’t help but imagine where Jenn was.

Wondered if she was having so much fun, she hadn’t thought about me.

By the time the movie had ended, I was a walking zombie, brushing my teeth on autopilot and falling into bed. I pulled back the curtain to peek out the window. I saw no light on in Jenn’s room at her cabin. My stomach twisted. Clearly, she was having way more fun than I’d thought she would. I lay back on my pillow and stared at the ceiling. It was a while before sleep finally came, and when it did, it was fitful. Dreams of being stuffed into a high school locker, kids laughing and pointing.

When an arm shook me awake, I thought it was because I’d screamed in my sleep.

Nathan’s face filled my vision. “Did you hear from Jenn last night?”

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. “No.” Cell phones barely worked on this end of the island. You had to stand in one of three spots to get service.

Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Do you know where she was going? The truth, Piper.”

My heartbeat fluttered, wings beating against my rib cage. “Sh-she wanted to go to a bonfire. With some high school kids. What’s going on?”

He eased down onto the bed. “The Brantons can’t find her. She wasn’t in her bed this morning.”

“What?” I croaked. Jenn might stay out late, but all night? Never.

Nathan took my hand. “No one’s seen her. She’s missing.”


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~MEET CATHERINE COWLES~
Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.

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Tuesday, August 31, 2021

EXCERPT for SAINT by Sierra Simone


EXCERPT

Why leave a life as a millionaire? Why leave a perfect boyfriend?

Why leave family and a cute, derelict farmhouse and sex—God, why give up sex?

Because if I hadn’t, that darkness spilling in through my farmhouse window would have taken me. I’d wanted it to take me. I was ready for it to take me.

And somehow I managed to crawl my way here instead, gasping like a drowning man who’d just clawed his way to shore. I managed to save my own life—or I managed to let God save my life.

Either way, that was the cost of surviving. My old life.

Him.

Elijah scrubs his hands over his head, sinking into the tight curls for a moment. It’s longer now; he used to wear his hair short, with crisp, immaculate edges. Another change I wasn’t there to see. I wasn’t sitting on the couch with him when he rubbed his face and mused about growing a beard; I wasn’t poking him out of the way with my toothbrush while he faced the mirror, posing this way and that to imagine longer hair. I wasn’t there in bed with him at night, my legs tangled with his, while he complained about his job or feeling bored with his work, I wasn’t there when he sold his first article or when he submitted a portfolio to Mode.

I wasn’t there, because I was here. Praying and chopping wood.

I wasn’t there, and this Jamie person was.

Elijah stands up, facing away from me for a moment, before he turns back. The sun abruptly shifts through a break in the clouds and drives back the pre-rain murk in the cloister, illuminating Elijah in a haze of gold.

If I were to make a stained-glass window displaying an image of God’s creativity and capacity for beauty, it would be this. It would be Elijah with an unshaven face and in those shorts, it would be his eyes in that dark gold-brown hue, it would be his mouth, that jaw, that throat. It would be a saint in low-top sneakers with a halo of Kansas sunshine around his head.

He pulls his lower lip between his teeth for just an instant before releasing it, and then he straightens up, looking at me with an expression that defies interpretation. Only his eyes seem beyond his usual control, blazing with a heat that might be fury or grief, I can’t tell.

“I loved you for a long time after you left,” he says. “I thought you should know that.”

He doesn’t have to say the next part, because I already know; I already know he doesn’t love me anymore.

And with a small nod, he turns and walks out of the cloister, the first spots of rain blooming on his shirt and his head bowed, as if in prayer.


SAINT
Book 3

I can’t have Elijah Iverson.

I can’t have him because he’s my older brother’s best friend. I can’t have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he’s now engaged to someone else—someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect.

I can’t have Elijah because I’ve chosen God instead.

The Bell brothers, though . . . well, we don't exactly have the greatest track record with vows. But I’m determined to do this monk thing right—to pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer. But now Elijah’s here. He’s here and he’s coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day.

And vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. It would take a saint.

And we all know that I’m no saint.



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PRIEST
Book 1

There are many rules a priest can't break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God.

I've always been good at following rules.

Until she came. Then I learned new rules.

My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I'm twenty-nine years old. Six months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again.

I am a priest and this is my confession.






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Book 2

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. In fact, I've got my own personal holy trinity: in the name of money, sex, and Macallan 18, amen.

So when the gorgeous, brilliant Zenny Iverson asks me to teach her about sex, I want to say yes, I really do. Unfortunately, there are several reasons to say no--reasons that even a very bad man like myself can't ignore.

1. She's my best friend's little sister.
2. She's too young for me. Like way too young.
3. She's a nun. Or about to be anyway.

But I want her. I want her even with my best friend and God in the way, I want to teach her and touch her and love her, and I know that makes me something much worse than a very bad man. It makes me a sinner.

And it's those very sins that are about to save me...



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Friday, August 27, 2021

Book Review and Giveaway for RECKLESS REFUGE by Catherine Cowles


by CATHERINE COWLES

There were shadows I was running from.Ones that haunted and taunted.
Ones that made it so I had no choice but to disappear.

I’d spent years hiding from the world.
My little island haven, the only assurance of safety.

It all changed the moment he showed up at my door.
The hint of pain in his eyes told me that something haunted him, too.
And I couldn’t help but be drawn closer.

But finding the person I needed most came with risks I never expected.
And when our ghosts find us again, neither of us may make it out this time.


REVIEW: 4 STARS
"You're magnificent. This potent mixture of strength and kindness."

Oh, my goodness. I am always excited knowing a new Catherine Cowles book is coming...or is on the horizon. I get giddy because I know that I am going to have a love story that will make me smile. Make me feels the chills. Make me swoon all over a couple. A woman overcoming her emotional barriers with the help of a man that wants nothing but the best for her? Sign me up because I am here for it all. day. long.  Catherine Cowles delivers this kind of story effortlessly, each and every release. This one, at it's very core, was not any different. She delivers and spell-binding love I love to read.

Cowles' use of words is always well rounded; very meaningful. I love the way she tells me a story and provides the love story we all seek to read. She’s quite articulate and while this book had a slower start than I'm used to with her, it wasn’t boring. It was an introduction with wide eyes, and then a slow rollout of life for Shay. It was an easy read, and I couldn't help but cheer Brody and Shay on as they traversed the crazy that was their lives. Crazy thing is, I expected something terrible with every turn off the page. It’s like I was waiting for something to happen, and that almost made me giggle as I got farther in the book because I just knew something was going to sneak up on me. 

I will admit, the amount of drama kind of got overwhelming. I knew what Cowles was doing, mixing together two damaged artists - and that was a great marriage of emotions, but I feel like so much was going on that it bogged down the love story I was trying to enjoy and discover. 

"Are you even breathing, though? What's life if you don't live it?"

But, even saying that, it was a well coordinated dance of trust between Brody and Shay. It was a silent growth, one of invisible barriers and emotional upheavals, but ones traversed together. Unknowingly... or not, they became each other’s person. I did love their growth and the way Brody was there to protect Shay. I loved his heart. He gave her the space and the gentle coercion needed to allow her to open up to him - and that says a lot about his patience, given what he was going through as well. Needless to say, we could see their connection a mile away and it was one worth fighting for - on every single page. They just needed to get on the same page.

I will end this with a little caveat: I was worried that I was going to have to fight with myself about the "romantic suspense" side of it: do I simply enjoy her story because her writing is amazing or do I caution that it’s the same drama each time and it’s the damsel in distress? Well, I decided, given the fact that I knew I was willingly walking into drama, I adjusted my mentality as needed and enjoyed it because, in the end, her writing is excellent and the story as itself a standalone is excellent. As usual. I cannot wait for her next book, Beneath the Wreckage, because I know Catherine Cowles will take me on yet another adventure with a very rewarding HEA for Hunter.

"Caring about someone doesn't make you weak. It makes you stronger. Those feelings give breath and life."
Bee



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Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.

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Friday, August 13, 2021

Excerpt for Reckless Refuge by Catherine Cowles


Have you not read RECKLESS REFUGE?? What are you waiting for? Below, I have an excerpt for you and I will be sharing my review as well!

Prologue
Shay

PAST

It burned. Everywhere and nowhere. Slices in my skin that made it feel as if hot lava had been poured into my flesh. I couldn’t count them, had lost track after the tenth. I tried to move, to somehow escape. Only my fingers twitched.

Sounds. Voices. Hovering above me. They were everywhere and yet nowhere. Pinpricks of light, like glimmering stars on the darkest night.

“Miss? Can you hear me?”

I managed a low moan. I only wanted the pain to stop. The agony tearing through my body. I craved a blanket of nothingness. An endless sea where I would cease to exist altogether.

“I’m an EMT. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

“Hurts.” It was the only message I cared about getting across. This woman might have the power to lessen the burn.

A hand slipped into mine, blood sliding down my arm to bind us together, the liquid already growing tacky with the passage of time.

“I know. Just hold on.”

I didn’t want to hold on. I wanted to float away to a world where none of this was real. Where pain didn’t exist—only light and peace and relief.

“Can you tell us who did this to you?”

My eyes fluttered. My cracked lips parted. I could only manage two words.

“My brother.”


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RECKLESS REFUGE

There were shadows I was running from.
Ones that haunted and taunted.
Ones that made it so I had no choice but to disappear.

I’d spent years hiding from the world.
My little island haven, the only assurance of safety.

It all changed the moment he showed up at my door.
The hint of pain in his eyes told me that something haunted him, too.
And I couldn’t help but be drawn closer.

But finding the person I needed most came with risks I never expected.
And when our ghosts find us again, neither of us may make it out this time.


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~MEET CATHERINE COWLES~
Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.

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Monday, June 14, 2021

Book Review and PAPERBACK Giveaway for The Wrong Family by Tarryn Fisher

THE WRONG FAMILY

Have you ever been wrong about someone?
Juno was wrong about Winnie Crouch.

Before moving in with the Crouch family, Juno thought Winnie and her husband, Nigel, had the perfect marriage, the perfect son—the perfect life. Only now that she’s living in their beautiful house, she sees the cracks in the crumbling facade are too deep to ignore.

Still, she isn’t one to judge. After her grim diagnosis, the retired therapist simply wants a place to live out the rest of her days in peace. But that peace is shattered the day Juno overhears a chilling conversation between Winnie and Nigel…

She shouldn’t get involved.

She really shouldn’t.

But this could be her chance to make a few things right.

Because if you thought Juno didn’t have a secret of her own, then you were wrong about her, too.

From the wickedly dark mind of bestselling author Tarryn Fisher, The Wrong Family is a taut new thriller that’s riddled with twists in all the right places.

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REVIEW: DNF
What??? I know....I know.

After so much hoopla and pomp and circumstance about this book, I was expecting a win for my second book by Tarryn Fisher. I loved The Wives and the journey she took me on. I jumped in with my gummi bears, my popcorn and a big bottle of water so I wouldn't have to move an inch while devouring my second book by her. Boy, was I disappointed. Man, this one was not good. It was rough, which sucks because I wanted so much more out of this one. 

This book didn't feel the same as The Wives in her writing style. I know they are two totally different genres/tropes, but it just didn't feel very well written and I couldn't really understand the picture she was painting for me. The writing was noisy and the jumping around was confusing at best. Some folks loved it, so don’t take my word for it. If YOU want to read it, I'd love to hear your take on it, because I'm always up for a discussion. But for ME? It was very hard to follow and enjoy.

There was a whole bunch of questions from the get-go, and the introduction was lame - because there was just not any real flow or continuity with the characters, the storyline, or the reasonings. And, I'm not opposed to believing it had anything to do with the fact that I don't often read this genre or trope, and that probably plays in a little with my lack of enjoyment, but I've always said that if a book is written well, you can still enjoy them whether the story is for you or not. An author's words will always work if they touch me; if they move me. 

But this one felt monosyllabic. Monotonous. Boring. It just didn't work for me.

It was awkward, to say the least, when she was telling the story - or while I was reading it, I don't know. It wasn't anything like I read and loved in The Wives. That book blew me away. I followed it, couldn't wait to turn the pages, and most certainly enjoyed the storyline as it weaved its way through the ups and downs of the drama for that poor woman. That Wife. It was so good. I just don't know what happened with this one...

The characters didn't feel very well fleshed out - or maybe I just didn't get any sense of understanding of who they were because of the way it came across. I didn't really feel like I connected with any character on any level that showed me I could root for them or emotionally attach myself to their plight. It just felt awkward on every level. Oh gosh, the POV was awful. Absolutely awful. It didn't do any justice to the storyline when the characters and the circumstances were confusing as well. Something has to anchor me and root me to the story. When it’s all confusion masked by mystery, it doesn’t allow for the story to grow from within, which lead to it feeling very pieced together. I realize she kept the base on the shadows because she wanted to give the illusion of mystery, but it did the storyline a disservice. To add to it, I feel like the route she took us to get to the ending was very indirect as well. I didn’t enjoy it at all. I ended up skipping to the end to read the finish so I could see if it was worth continuing to read, and well - just blah. Not impressed. I couldn't bring myself to finish it, and knowing how it ended didn't make me want to go back and discover the rest of the story. That told me everything I needed to know. 

The way she told this story didn’t work for me in the slightest. In the middle of discussing things, she kept throwing in memories and they’d pop up out of nowhere. I found myself going back and reading the paragraph again because jumping from past to present, memory or not, got to be annoying. These characters were not easily likable or followable. (Not a word, I know.)

The writing was funky, it didn’t flow at all - and the story went nowhere and very slowly at that. It just got to the point that I felt like I couldn't waste my time anymore because I was getting mad and frustrated at the way this was written and being uncovered. It is not a book I can or will recommend. So much so, that I am giving out my ARC copy. I will send my paperback to someone that actually wants to read it. 

I AM SUPER BUMMED this didn't work for me. I will read her again....I will.

~BEE

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I would like to write a novel that every, single person loves, but not even J.K. Rowling could do that. Instead, I try to write stories that pull on people's emotions. I believe that sadness is the most powerful emotion, and swirled with regret the two become a dominating force. I love villains. Three of my favorites are Mother Gothel, Gaston and the Evil Queen who all suffered from a pretty wicked case of vanity (like me). I like to make these personality types the center of my stories. I love rain, Coke, Starbucks and sarcasm. I hate bad adjectives and the word "smolder". If you read my book-I love you. If you hate my book-I still love you, but please don't be mean to me; I'm half badass, half cry baby.

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