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Within Temptation (Sons of Temptation #1) by Tanya Holmes
Released on May 12, 2014
Romantic Mystery/Romantic Suspense
This is not erotica or romantica. This is a romance centered around a murder mystery.
This is not erotica or romantica. This is a romance centered around a murder mystery.
Heat Factor: 3 out of 5 -- The sexual tension is high, and the burn is slow. Sex is character-driven, rather than plot-driven.
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Love, betrayal and murder in a small town….
I really, really loved this book... :)
Engaging, romantic and suspenseful with a super sexy male lead that won my heart! I love stories that allow the couple to come together slowly while at the same time giving us an engaging plot that keeps us wondering and guessing until the very end.
Loved the connection between this couple that began as a childhood infatuation and brews into love 12 years later after Trace is finally paroled from prison for murder. Did he do it? Maybe... you'll have to read to find out. At age 14 Shannon was infatuated with Trace and he always looked out for her. It doesn't take long for them to fall back into old routines and to move from infatuation to something more. The attraction is very strong between these two. Trace and Shannon come from opposite sides of the social ladder. Shannon being the daughter of a wealthy parents and Trace the son of one of the workers in the house where she lived. But, emotionally they are on the same page both having suffered similar types of trauma. It was understandable how these two easily fit together. There was one scene in the book that had me reminiscing the famous Dirty Dancing scene... yep... Trace can dance... and he gives Shannon a lesson or two. **HOT** :)
The murder mystery kept me guessing until the very end... I mean, it could've been anybody! Everyone had plenty of reasons to have taken out their anger on the victim, including Shannon and Trace.
This was beautifully written... and, wow... this is a debut novel! I will be looking for the next book for sure. And, yay! These are stand alones... thanks... we all hate to be left hanging... another reason to just dive on in!
Highly recommend to fans of Romantic suspense...
Excerpt
No more than two minutes could have passed, two of the most terrifying minutes I’d ever had. The left side of my face was numb with cold. My lips and hands ached too. I couldn’t seem to make anything move.
The details came in pieces. How I’d almost been run over. How a stranger shoved me to safety just before a Jeep playing target practice could send me flying.
Then as if someone had flipped a switch, sensory explosions filled the void. Horns blared. Somebody screamed. A baby was crying. And the wind howled while sounds burst forth in a crush of voices.
“I swear the brakes locked!” a teenage boy yelled. “She ain’t dead, is she? Oh, jeez. Daddy’s gonna kill me!”
“Don’t just stand there. Call 911!” a girl shrieked.
A cell phone chimed and someone started pressing numbers.
Next, an old man with a rough-and-ready voice said, “Pushed her out the way just in time. Another second and—”
“Is she dead or not?” the teenager demanded again.
While this was going on, I sat up, taking my time to ensure I was in one piece. Except for a sore hip, a bump on the head, and a scraped knee, I was fine. A woman standing nearby helped me, and as I got to my feet, realization dawned.
Trace Dawson had tried to save me.
I fought to see past the crowd into the parking lot, spotting him instantly. He’d just struggled to his feet and was staring right at me, his chin dripping blood. The people scurrying about and the cars streaming through the slush faded. Nothing but the two of us existed.
Memories flooded my mind, of the quiet riot he was, of the secret crush I’d had on him, and the extraordinary friendship we’d shared so many years ago. As fast as those images came, others replaced them.
I was thrust back to the crime scene, back to Mother’s corpse and the shirtless eighteen-year-old roaring obscenities while Sheriff Gray and a deputy dragged him away in handcuffs.
Trace Dawson the man glared at me now, and his eyes were hard and accusing, eyes brimming with fire and ice. A chill wind rumbled past him, but he stood as still as a statue. Only his eyes moved while he looked me up and down with agonizing thoroughness. The rage. The pain. It was all there.
“Trace?” I whispered.
In chilling silence, he walked away without so much as a glance over his shoulder.
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