Author: Karen-Anne Stewart
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 15, 2014
SynopsisThe one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most. I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone. Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe. This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me. ***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
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So, this was a bit of a change in genre for this author but paranormal is right up my alley so I had to jump in and give this a go... :) This is one that will appeal very strongly to the New Adult audience... lots of shmexy time and angst mixed with suspense and action.
Saige has a gift... she can feel the emotions of those around her. Everyone except for Jensen... he was always her source of safety and comfort. Having met as children, Jensen has always stepped in to be her Savior/Superman and protect her from the world as much as possible. Until one day he was forced to send her away in order to protect her gifts from being discovered. They come back together again several years later by a twist of fate as they are both trying to hunt down a dangerous bomber. Jensen is now traveling along with his friend Andy. And, the three of them end up going on the hunt together. As they work together, Saige and Jensen slowly re-discover each other and the heat is turned up a notch!
I thought this was a very interesting premise for a story... one that I would recommend for fans of romantic suspense mixed with a dash of paranormal!
ExcerptI place my hand over his, leaning my cheek against the warmth of his touch before backing away so I can see him. I’m insane for falling for him again, but it seems my heart isn’t giving me a choice at the moment, ignoring how the rest of me is scared as hell it will never survive if he breaks it this time. “I don’t want you to hurt,” I whisper. I don’t. “Then, please stop fighting what we are together and get your stubborn ass over here so I can kiss you like I haven’t seen your pretty face in four long fucking years.” I take one step towards him and that’s all he needs to wrap me in his arms, pulling me against his chest to close the rest of the distance between us as his hungry mouth collides against mine. His teeth nip the fullness of my bottom lip then his tongue caresses and strokes the sensitive, tingling skin. All strength in my body is stolen by the liberating dominance in his kiss, bruising and healing wrapped in one breathtaking seduction. My knees no longer work, but the rest of my body becomes alive, responding to his touch, awakening me from the emptiness I’ve lived in for so long. This is what I’ve craved. What I’ve missed. His taste, scent, and touch have haunted me, and I breathe them all in deeply now, terrified they will be gone again. His fingers slide against my neck before softly tangling my hair in his fist. My head spins at his gentle touch mixed with his rough, passionate kiss. My lips part, granting his tongue all the access it wants, and he takes it greedily, sliding his tongue against mine, taming and setting me free. His kiss is scorching, searing me as liquid heat pulses low in my stomach. I feel the damp cotton pressing against where I need him to be so badly right now. Soft whimpers rumble up my throat, the needy pants muffled against his hot mouth. Jensen’s hand pulls me flush to his body and I feel him, hardened and throbbing, against my stomach. My gasp fills the air. I twist my waist, straddling myself against the muscles on his thigh.
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