You have to live.
You have to survive.
To the world, Ryan is a hero, an ex-marine, brother, son and protector. He has devoted his life to keeping others safe. He will do anything and everything to ensure his loved ones are protected, even if that means destroying his very own soul. After an explosion on the battlefield ends his career in the Marine’s, Ryan is sent home with an honorable discharge. But the war hasn’t ended for him.
He is home, he is free and he’s breathing, but he’s dead inside.
He wants nothing more than peace, but the nightmares in his mind will not grant him that. They taunt him, tease him and torture his waking moments. The darkness within him is slowly consuming him, blackness has seeped into his veins and is rotting his core. Ryan is a man on the edge of destruction. For once he is the one in need of saving. He needs a saviour.
He needs her.
Ryan is commissioned as a bodyguard to Aloura Cavendish. When he initially meets her, he believes her to be a spoiled rich brat, wasting his time. But the fire inside her astounds him. When he pushes, he never expects her to push back. When he runs, she chases. For the first time in his life, Ryan has a protector willing to fight his demons. The only problem – he is too afraid to release them.
Excerpt for SILENT SCARS
That’s when I heard the
music, the loud angry tones of Green Day’s “American Idiot” I grinned
because it appeared Aloura wasn’t a fan of having us invade her life.
I may not require your services. It appears I will just strangle my
daughter myself.” Graham, uttered sarcastically as we headed towards the
loud music. When we reached the open doorway he strode through, leaving
Will and I to follow. My douche of a brother paused causing me to walk
into his back. I peered around the doorway and froze. There was no other
way to describe it – her – other than absolute perfection. She was
dancing around the room, her body moving with such fluidity that she
almost floated. The music died immediately and she stopped.
attention fixed on her father who had stopped the music. She slapped her
hands down over her hips and breathed up at the ceiling. Her shoulders
lifted and fell with each breath she pulled in. She glared at her
father’s back again as he came towards us and then she caught
sight of Will and I standing at the door gawping at her like two morons.
I straightened and smoothed my hands over my head. It’s a habit I
developed after I was discharged from the hospital. I hate the constant
reminder marring my skin that I fucked up. That people died because of
“Sweetheart,” Graham gritted out through his teeth. “These are the gentlemen I was telling you about.”
“The ones with tight arses and buns you want to bite?”
spluttered a laugh as her father turned crimson. The silver in his hair
glistened against his skin. Will glanced at me, trying to hide his
“That’s what you said this morning isn’t it?” She asked
batting her eyelashes at him. She headed over to a black piano in the
corner of the room and picked something up from the top, when she held
them up to her face I realised she was putting glasses on. She turned
and blinked a few times in our direction and her cheeks turned a really
beautiful shade of pink. She ran her hands over her black hair, which
was pulled back in a messy knot type thing. Then she trailed them down
her body, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. It was fascinating watching
her assessing us.
“I should have punished you more as a child.”
He glared at her, but there was no mistaking the small curl of his lips
of the undeniable love shining in his eyes.
“So this is my horrible little brat, Aloura.”
Yes sure – I know – I read sooo many books and have sooo many favorite authors that it really does not count if I say “yeeeah I got an ARC of one of my favorite authors” –
It is always the same exciting feeling – it never gets old … and I would like to thank Ada Frost for the wonderful 48 hours she allowed me to spend with Ryan …
Some authors have a talent to create characters that you would love to extract from the pages to bring them to life. After finishing “Silent Scars” it took me a while to sort through my feelings.. no actually that is not true .. I knew what I was feeling but I wanted to enjoy it a little longer without having to analyze it to write a review.
I am not sure if quoting from an ARC is wise – but I doubt that the author would change or remove the line I am about to share with you … This was the precise moment my heart broke …
“What does it tell you when even God rejects me?”
I offered him a weak smile and turned to leave.
I left without answering because it was obvious. I wanted to die and I wasn’t even granted that peace.
Still I do not want to voice out loud what I was feeling when reading that book – and it was a lot – believe me and all of it was pleasant.
So much in fact that I totally ignored that it was quite early when I figured out the “big question of the who” and I also ignored that the “reasoning for the why” might not have fulfilled my needs….(normally)
Because those two leading characters fulfilled every need a reader could have in a book. The plot was only sort of accompanying those two on their journey – for all I care – you could have placed them in an empty room and it would have still been good.
Which is an interesting feeling for me – as I usually always deduct points if a plotline is not like expected or has holes in it – and for me to even consider not needing a plot at all
Hi! What to say about myself…I don’t really have anything
interesting to offer other than I love to read, and create stories for others
to enjoy. I’ve always been told I have a vivid imagination, I just lacked the
confidence to pursue putting it onto the the written page. But finally I
embarked on making a single dream come true.
I love to read, and write. I only read romance, any genre really,
but it has to have a beautiful romance. I also demand a HEA, even if it takes
two or three books to get there. Reality is too broken and jaded without having
to live through the trauma and angst in a book for it to end unhappily.
THE GIRL’S GOT SECRETS
Forbidden Men #7
Releasing Nov 28th, 2015
the same old “girl posing as a boy” story but with a rock-n-roll twist.
Remy Curran dreams of one day being
in a band, except the group she wants to join refuses to hire a girl drummer.
So, she auditions as a guy…and makes the cut.
Becoming “Sticks,” a member of
Non-Castrato, isn’t quite what she dreamed it would be, though. She spends most
of her time keeping up the subterfuge and learning how to walk, talk, act, and
drink like a man.
But what’s even harder to deal with
is acting oblivious when the band’s heartthrob lead singer, Asher Hart, treats
her like one of the guys and not a woman. She never imagined he’d be so much
more than a pretty face with a nice voice. But he’s better than perfect. He’s
perfect for her.
When love and lies combine, Remy
must keep up the act or lose everything. But who knew lying to reach one dream
could prevent you from attaining an even bigger dream?
Remy and I bent at the same time to turn on the karaoke machine.
we murmured together when we nearly bumped foreheads. Then we shifted
an inch apart but still both going in to get the machine up and running.
“Holy shit,” she murmured under her breath, turning toward me slightly. “You smell really good.”
didn’t want it to, but my body reacted, remembering every touch, lick,
and kiss she’d ever given me. I glanced at her face, and her eyes flared
as if she was in trouble for saying such a thing.
“Sorry.” She lifted both hands in some kind of surrender. “It’s just…it’s new. You’ve never smelled like that before.”
stirred through me. I tried to bite it back, tried to cling to the fact
I was mad at her, but a need unlike any I’d ever experienced with any
other person roared through my blood.
I had to shake my head and
blink myself back to the present, remind myself where I really was and
what I was doing. And that was most definitely not Remy Curran.
“It’s, uh…Eva gave it to me as the best man gift. I figured I should wear it today.”
She nodded, agreeing. “Well, it’s amazing. I think I just got pregnant.”
A great story inluding a story line I usually would never read I guess. But we are talking about Linda Kage so….HERE WE GO!
What an awesome story!
A story which is part of a big series, but can be read as a standalone.
I truly enjoyed this one even if I have to say that the other books in this series touched me more.
It was awesome to see how Linda Kage created such a unique story with which you could still connect. That´s what I love about this book. Even if it´s crazy, you still have this feeling that it is not out of world.
Talking about connecting…I really like the way Linda Kage creates her characters.I really do. Which is also something I want to mention about this book. Wrapped in her unique writing style, you get this really interesting story that leaves you thinking: How does she do it?
Yeah this is Linda Kage-so be prepared! This book is pretty awesome!
Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight
children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter, and nine cuckoo
clocks. Her life’s been blessed with lots of people to learn from and love.
Writing’s always been a major part of her world, and she is so happy to finally
share some of her stories with other romance lovers.