Eternal by Michelle St. James – A Book Review

29794566Jenna 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.

The Most Beautiful – A Poem

I always saykalp9

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.

The Clouds of Forever – A Poem

When I camepray4Orlando

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.

The Secret of Orchard Cottage by Alex Brown – A Book Review

orchard-cottage-new-finalApril Wilson has lost herself.

After her husband Graham passed away from Motor neurone disease, a disease that attacked his body from the inside out and took his zest for life from him, April is at wits end. She spent so long taking care of him that she forgot to take care of herself.

He died eighteen months ago and she is still grieving. She’s unable to move on with her life without Graham in it. Too often, she will curl up with one of Graham’s shirts, watching their wedding video.

It’s her step-daughter, twenty-two-year-old Nancy, that gives April the push she needs to live her life again. When April receives a birthday card from her great aunt Edie, Nancy tells April that she should go and visit her aunt in the picture perfect village of Tindledale and her home Orchard Cottage. April has fond memories of the orchard and Edie from her youth, so April encourages her to go and see her aunt.

When she arrives, it’s to find the cottage in disrepair and her aunt Edie keeps referring to her as Winnie. April soon learns that this is Edie’s sister. The gossip around Tindledale is that Winnie ran off during the Second World War and had a baby with a married man. She was an officer with the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry, or FANY.

April can’t help but think there is more to Winnie than the gossip around town. She turns to other villagers around Tindledale to help her dig through the mystery that is part of her history. One of those villagers happens to be Matt, a local farrier and single father. April can’t deny her growing attraction to Matt either.

With the help of the other villagers and her step-daughter Nancy and Matt, she hopes to put the final pieces of the puzzle together and solve the mystery of Orchard Cottage…

I flat out loved this book. If ever there was a book that you wanted to hug, this one was it. Alex Brown continues to surprise and impress me. This isn’t your normal chick lit. It deals with subjects that normally aren’t covered in the genre: death and disease, aging and Alzheimer’s, World War and the affects that it had on families during the time, step families, life after love and secrets brought to the grave. It goes beyond the genre of chick lit and instead becomes something else all its own.

For all of that, The Secret of Orchard Cottage succeeds because it has so much heart. Every subject the book touches on is done with grace and beauty and this comes through in the pages. This is helped along by the fact that the characters are so real, so lifelike, that hey live off the page and in our hearts.

After three books at Tindledale, it feels like home. Though it’s a postcard perfect town, there are always stories to be told. Alex Brown tells those stories so well, I feel like I know them. Sonny and Cher, Hettie, Sybs and Ben, Meg and Dan. Getting to read another Tindledale book is like going out to the pub with all my best mates.

April’s character really spoke to me. Reading her journey as she grew from this woman who could only mourn what she had had into a woman who chose to live her life and learn to love again was amazing and so emotional for me. This book held a lot of emotional triggers for me (living with a disease, finding love again, loving myself again). It shows the brilliance of Alex Brown’s writing that she was able to evoke all of that within me.

I can’t wait to read the next adventure and to go home to Tindledale once more!

The Light of Glass – A Poem

I’m waling in a landscapeshattered-glass-wallp-long-goodbye

filled with glass. It glitters

like diamonds on the ground,

the sparkle from it like wishes

given form. They are blinding,

but still I look. While I gaze

into the light, I see a land

that I know well, see

a terrain that I’ve travelled.

It moves and shifts, the ground

never staying still for long,

the sky seeming to rush down

upon it like a turbulent sea.

“Don’t look too long upon that, now.”

A voice says. I look up and see a man,

his hair matted and dulled with soot,

smiling at me. He motions to the

glass upon the ground that holds

the familiar path, the one I know.

“It’s best not to dwell on where you’ve been. Only where you’re going.”

I look at him and try to

detect some sort of malice but

there is only kindness coming

from him. I motion towards the glass shards,

containing the ground that will not

remain in the same place.

It is a terrain that I know well.

“How do you know what is inside the light?”

He looks at me, his green eyes flashing

like two emeralds and holds his arms wide.

“I can tell from the way you are standing. You do not look like a happy man. Looking upon the light should fill you with joy, not despair.”

I walk closer to him and smell peppermint

and the scent of wild oranges.

“I’ve tried, I continue to try. But I trip, I fall, I get up again. I know the ground so well.”

“Ah!” He says. “But you get back up again.”

“Yes, so?”

He bends and picks up

a handful of the diamond sand.

“That is your own light shining through. Your will is strong. Leave this place now. It is for the lost. You belong somewhere else.”

I find myself nodding in agreement,

wondering how he could see

inside of me so deeply.

“Who are you?”

He let out a laugh that sounded

like joy released and smiled at me.

“Does it matter? Do not dwell on what has been and what was. You are not the man you were. Focus instead on your own light and moving forward.”

The light from the glass

began to increase so that

it was brighter than the sun.

“It’s so beautiful.”

He laughed again and motioned at me.

“That is not the light from the glass. That is the light coming from inside of you.”

I looked down at myself and saw

that there were several points

along my body that were

aflame with light. That light

poured out of me and shone

brighter than the sun.

I let the glass shards fall

with a tinkle and placed my hand

over the light coming form where

my heart was. It was warm and there

was a vibration coming from it

that was like its own music.

The light grew brighter still

until it was all I could see.

“Walk forward and keep walking. Shine bright and keep shining. That is all there is to it.”

Then there was only whiteness and

the gorgeous hum of light

that came from within me.