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I was sitting in the clouds
when I first saw you.
Looking down on the world
that I’d removed myself from,
it was your light that I
saw first, that brilliant light
that shone from you, right
up to the clouds. I was
happily blinded, just for
a moment, your light being
brighter than the sun.
I looked around me and
saw a paradise that had
all of a sudden turned dull.
It was one I had created
but it was empty.
It was not paradise without
you, an empty dream
without you beside me.
I knew I had to find you,
but to do that, I would
have to set foot on
the land I had left so long
ago. I let myself fall
through the clouds,
their gossamer tendrils trying
to slow my fall to the earth.
The clouds let out a
soft whisper, as if already
longing for me. I fell to
the ground to find myself
at the entrance to a forest,
towering trees dark and
looming over me. I knew
that you were on the
other side of the forest
and that I would have
to find my way through.
I took the first step and
then another, wondering how
many steps I would have
to take until I found you.
I took another step forward
and found myself in
amongst the darkness
of shadow and twilight.
The world looked different here
I felt even more lost, even more
confused. I knew that I
just had to keep walking
forward and that I
would find you. I could
see glints of light through
the leaves that I thought (hoped)
was your light. I moved forward.
I did not know that the journey
through the forest would last
for so long. I was still
a lost boy, no longer sure what
I was searching for. I wished
for you in the darkness,
the shadows were my blankets
against the cold. In the dark,
I wished for you. Inside the shadows,
I yearned for you, even though
I wasn’t sure you existed anymore.
I spent years inside the forest,
getting to know every nook and
cranny, every brook and stream,
every bird of prey and every day,
I still wished for you.
I no longer remembered what
you looked like, I could only
picture your light and imagine
its warmth. One day, I finally
gave up hope. I let go of
the wish and watched it fly
away from me, through the leaves
of the trees that were high above me.
I walked on inside the forest,
Shadow and Darkness old friends
by now, their voices like the wind.
I missed the whisper of the clouds.
Still, I walked forward. I could see
a chink of light through the
trunks of the trees, could hear
something moving in front of
me, coming closer. Shadow and
Darkness flew away, afraid of the light.
I stood there, afraid of what
had come looking for me,
terrified of what had found me.
Then, the light grew even brighter
and you were standing in front of me,
a silhouette that shone bright.
I walked towards you.
“You found me.”
I said.
“I’ve been wandering forever, searching for you.”
You regarded me, your features
becoming clearer as my own light
started to shine. You took my hand.
“I’ve been searching for you.”
You said.
“I wasn’t sure you existed, but you are proof that dreams do come true.”
We watched as the trees
began to twist and bend,
giving us a way through.
We walked forward,
no longer lost.
The idea of
family is foreign
to me. Growing
up, I had
a family, but
I always felt
like I didn’t
belong. I was
the black sheep
wearing a second
skin, the unknowable
one, bearing myself
to every one,
the odd one
out. I was
alone within my
family. I never
fit in. I
wanted too much,
needed too much.
I loved the
wrong people. They
were not my
family. Since then,
I’ve built a
family of the
heart, friends that
I love like
sisters and brothers,
a family chosen
with the heart
and not by
chance. When I
met my partner,
I knew that
he had a
large family, a
mother and uncles,
aunts and cousins.
I worried over
this, not having
much experience at
fitting in to
a family, being
part of a
tribe. I didn’t have
that within my
roots, so could
I find that
within the leaves?
I approached this
family unit with
some trepidation. How
should I behave?
He looked over
at me and said:
“They’re going to love you as much as I do.”
Over time, I
grew to know
all of them.
They were good
people, kind people.
They proved to
me that families
didn’t have to
be broken or
dysfunctional. They could
be a unit,
be a tribe.
As more time
passed, the branches
on the tree
that rested inside
of me began
to grow new
buds and grow
new growth. As
even more time
passed, I grew
to love them.
Recently, while at
a family gathering,
one of the
uncles looked at
me and said:
“I’m so glad your part of this family.”
The leaves unfurled
completely and flowers
started to bloom.
I was no
longer the black
sheep. I was
one of them.
Jenna Carver is another woman than before.
Before, she hid from the man she loved in the name of protecting her daughter. Before, she shied away from the passion that Farrell brought out in her. Before, she was constantly afraid. Now, Jenna is on the run from people that wish to kill her, she is far from her daughter and she is wanted by M16, Germany’s Federal Criminal Office and Homeland Security for murder.
Hiding out in Paris, Jenna and Farrell know that they have few friends left in the world. They also know that they are running out of time. When Jenna’s father died, Jenna found a key. That key led her to information about the Marburg virus, an Ebola like virus that could kill millions.
Someone wants to kill them to get that information. Fleeing from London to Denmark and then to Paris, they still can’t escape those that wish them harm and they aren’t any closer to finding out who is behind the virus.
They only have one lead: CBT Financial. Farrell knows that it’s a front and that within the buildings walls information awaits. However, the information they find there leads them on a chase of a lifetime and they are running against the clock.
For her part, Jenna is astonished to find that, for once in her life, she is not worried. She is not afraid. She knows that her heart, body and soul belong to Farrell and Jenna is finally starting to realise that she’s okay with that, that her heart is the greatest gift that she can give him.
Farrell’s heart already belongs to Jenna. He wants her with a passion that is unrivaled. Watching her become the true woman she is drives his passion into overdrive and his need to protect her. Will he be able to let her risk her safety if it could save others?
When they finally get a lead from a person inside CBT Financial, they know that they will have to work with agent Kane from the FBI. He gives them forty-eight hours to prove that they didn’t murder and that they are innocent. That amps up the stakes tenfold.
They are in a race against time to save the world and each other…
I am constantly blown away by Michelle’s writing. It gets better with each successive book. This one is my favourite of her romance novels, hands down. It had everything you could want: passion that sets the page aflame, a couple that is so real they could be people you know and a race against time that left me breathless.
Michelle proves that she doesn’t do the same thing twice, even within the same trilogy. There was a real change in the feeling of this book. The stakes were higher, the threats deadlier. Cap it off with an ending that leaves the fate of the world in the balance and you’ve got yourself a total winner.
Farrell isn’t your typical mobster. He’s got a heart, and he’s got good sense and street smarts. He knows that there are situations that call for violence, but will avoid those when he can. Jenna isn’t your typical heroine. She’s a real woman, flesh and bone, and is capable of making her own decisions. She stands up against Farrell when she needs to and Farrell respects her decisions.
Following them throughout Savage, Primal and now Eternal has been a revelation. Watching Jenna come into her own and realise her own power and her own strength has been quiet the journey and an emotional one.
I can’t wait to see what happens in Covenant, Paris Mob Book 1! Until then, I’ll have to re-read Savage, Primal and Eternal so I can experience Jenna and Farrell’s story all over again.
I always say
I love you.
But those words
don’t encompass everything
I feel, every
emotion that runs
through my body
every time you
look at me
or run your
fingers along my
jawline. Simply saying
I love you
doesn’t capture the
emotion that stimulates
my every thought
when I think
of you, so
strong that it
seeps into my
dreams. Just uttering
I love you
doesn’t capture the
fact that you
are the person
I’ve dreamed of
for so long,
but didn’t know
that it was
you that I
was dreaming of,
a dream made
real. Simply whispering
I love you
doesn’t encapsulate everything
you’ve given me
and how you’ve
re-written my life
completely. So I
will simply say
You are the
most beautiful gift
that life has
ever given me
and I will
always cherish you.
When I came
out of the
closet, after finally
being truthful about
who I am
and what I
was, my mothers
reaction was better
than I could
have hoped for.
The only thing
she said that
worried her was:
“Now I will worry more over you. You can be hurt in a fall, in a crash, but now you can also be hurt because of your sexuality.”
I pushed that
aside, thinking she
was being silly.
Sure, I was
bullied, teased, ridiculed
but never physically
hurt. However, I
am hurting now.
I’ve been trying
to process what
happened, but I
can’t. I’ve been
trying to wrap
my brain around
what took place,
but it cannot.
My spirit has
been trying to
comprehend what occurred,
but it can
only hide itself
in shock. The
whole world is
grieving and I
along with it.
These were people
that I did
not know, people
that I had
never met, but
it’s as if
a piece of
me has been
lost along with
them. I feel
it inside of
me, struggling to
find light. So
I do the
only thing that
I can think
of doing. I
sit quietly, looking
at the pictures
of their faces,
at their smiles,
at the photos
from a moment
caught in time.
I say a
lament for all
of them, for
their lives cut
short, all for
being brave enough
to be their
true selves. As
I gaze at
the photos, the
light within me
grows brighter, from
a small spark
into a flame.
“I will remember you.”
I say. The
flame inside of
me grows even
brighter. Soon my
skin sparkles with
it, the internal
light becoming external.
“I will remember all of you. You will live on inside of each of us and you will shine on through us.”
I light a
candle and hope
that the light
can reach their
spirits, that it
can find them
amongst that clouds
of forever and
bring them solace.