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- Print Length: 312 pages
- Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing, LLC (December 16, 2015)
- Publication Date: December 16, 2015
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B017BO4ZQC
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #50,384 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
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Wareeze is a true Romance author – one unafraid to sweep the reader into that world of the past where love stories matched major wars and triumphs and she keeps her language very much in the period in which she places these stories. Her style is obvious in the manner in which she opens this particular novel – ‘Bethany Ann Littleton pulled on the reins, bringing the gig to a halt, and gazed about at the peaceful scene. Silence, blessed silence, blanketed the forest, but the serenity surrounding her did little to stem the tide of angry tears slipping down her cheeks unchecked. Uncle Arthur would have her hide if he returned and discovered her absence, especially after taking the gig without permission. She didn’t care. Even a beating would be worth it to escape Aunt Gertrude’s sharp tongue ringing a peel over her head. She clenched her hands into fists, finally exhaling a long sigh. Maggie, the closest thing she had to a mother figure, would scold her for behavior unworthy of a lady. She would advise her to dismiss her sulks. Don’t wallow in the dismals. Dashing her tears away before climbing out of the gig, she strolled into the trees. She picked a few wild flowers, sniffing their slight fragrance, and enjoyed the opportunity to linger, if that was her want. The clatter of a thud and scrape against the ground reached her ears. What on earth? Alert now, she strained to listen. Again the thud and scrape echoed in a steady rhythm. She recognized the noise of a shovel being plied. Such a sound deep in the forest instantly announced something unusual, even sinister and dangerous. The hairs on back of her neck stood on end and she froze in place. She was alone, vulnerable. Discovery of her presence could herald a ruined reputation perhaps even sending her into actual peril. She shivered. Why had she allowed vexation and self-pity to drive her to act on such a reckless impulse?’
One her personal website she offers her own synopsis – ‘A romantic thriller set in Regency England. Vexed with her aunt, Bethany Littleton takes the gig without her uncle's permission. Tooling down a sparsely traveled track, she pulls up to master her temper and wanders into the woods. She spies a man burying a long bundle large enough to hold a corpse. Besides burying a body, what other nefarious purpose could be served by digging a pit in this wilderness where few dare to venture even in the daylight? She flees, but danger follows her. In her reckless handling of the ribbons, she nearly runs Lord Rivton off the lane. He is in search of a spy and must investigate her family, his closest neighbor. Both at cross purposes, the sparks fly. When he rescues her, he places her in a compromising position. They marry as expected, but their path is not smooth. She is still in mortal danger. He must find and capture the killer/spy while saving his wife. A tattered string weaves together this tale of murder, abduction, and espionage.’
For Romance lovers settle in for a quality old-fashioned tale that has all the feeling of a BBC television epic. Easy to read, easy to love – Wareeze has found her genre. Grady Harp, March 17
The incorrect verbage in vernacular as written is "to ring a PEEL over my head". The CORRECT statement is "to ring a PEAL over my head". A PEEL is a fruit or vegetable rind. This mistake was repeated so I assume the author and editor did not know the correct idiom. Very frustrating.
The characters are drawn with very broad strokes, which is ok if you don't want to think much.
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