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Review: Ghost Country by Patrick Lee 07/07/2011

This novel was purchased (paperback) and reviewed by B.H.
Genre: Science Fiction - Time Travel

Blurb

For decades, inexplicable technology has passed into our world through the top secret anomaly called the Breach. The latest device can punch a hole into the future ..."

What Paige Campbell saw when she opened a door into seventy years from now scared the hell out of her. She and her Tangent colleagues brought their terrible discovery to the President - and were met with a hail of automatic gunfire after leaving the White House. Only Paige survived.

Fearing a terrifying personal destiny revealed to him from the other side of the Breach, Travis Chase abandoned Tangent ... and Paige Campbell. Now he must rescue her - because Paige knows tomorrow's world is desperate and dead, a ghost country scattered with the bones of billions. And Doomsday will dawn in just four short months ... unless they can find the answers buried in the ruins to come.

But once they cross the nightmare border into Ghost Country, they might never find their way back ...

Review

The blurb intrigued me so much I had to buy this book. I love ‘end of the world’ novels which is why I grabbed this up even though I never heard about this author before. Ghost Country is about Paige opening a ‘door’ into the future which is desolate and void of life. Now she and her former team member Travis must find out how it happened. With the government after them will they stop it in time.

It started with well written action that really keep the pages turning then it slams to a stop with an information dump. It was difficult to get through these pages where all Mr. Lee has his characters do is go over that past. How this happened, how that happened, I was begging for it to end so we could get back to the story. This slow overwhelming rush of information on Tangent, entities and the characters was such a downer. Still, I had high hopes for this book and was determined to continue on.

Alas, it was just too slow moving and the characters had no depth! The writing turned dull and I struggled another thirty pages or so before I gave up.

What a waste of such a great plot idea.

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Review: Timeless Heart by Karyn Gerrard 06/18/2011

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Genre: Time Travel - Erotica
Ebook - Evernight Publishing - Novel
TBR reviewer: Nat

Blurb

Sandra Cranston, an elementary teacher on leave, discovers a carriage deep in the woods. Inside is a man, Jerrod Ross, who fuels all of her wicked Regency dreams and fantasies.

Ross has been torn from the only world he has ever known—1821 Cornwall, England. How will he adjust to the future and his growing desire for the lovely lady who found him? More importantly, how will he ever return to his time?

Review

I can't possibly tell you how much I'm in love with this book. It's so sweet, romantic, magical! Think about it as a sexy "Kate and Leopold".

Kate and Leopold is one of my favorite movies, and I'll tell you why I decided to relate these two. Ross, while travelling in his carriage when he’s caught by a storm and passes out. When he wakes up, Ross is rescued by the lovely Sara, but 190 years have passed. She takes him to her home and the sexual tension is too much to handle. Kate and Leopold has the same unique atmosphere of love beyond time, prejudice, and the hero is just as hot!

The love scenes were a very welcomed surprise. Ms. Gerrard has written an in depth story, with just the right amount of emotion and sexiness. Ross and Sarah are perfect together. I would like to have seen a bit more of dialog between them. This title could easily have been written as a full novel. By the end I just wanted to read more!

I hope Ms. Gerrard starts a series with the other people that went missing from the carriage. Where did they go? I wonder what this author will be writing next, cause I'll sure read it! Timeless Heart is a spectacular debut and a novel I would highly recommend.

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Excerpt of 'Timeless Heart'

Jerrod pulled on the black 'jeans', as Sandra called them. They were as form fitting as any of his breeches, very form fitting. Sandra had shown him how to operate the zipper contraption, amazing really. He grasped the metal tab and pulled, taking a slice of skin off his finger in the process.

Sandra came running in when she heard the cursing.

"Damn and blast! One can suffer serious injury just dressing."

His irritation dissipated as he followed her gaze toward the matter of his undress. He was quite exposed, even though he was wearing those 'boxer briefs' she had given him. They too, were quite snug. He rarely wore undergarments under his breeches. He hated the loose, flowing small clothes that tied at the sides. He had to admit, the under wear, as she called them, was like a second skin. He liked the feel of it, and obviously it was needed to protect one's privates from these dangerous metal teeth of the zipper. He winced inwardly at the thought of his tackle being caught in such a device.

"I can't work the dammed thing," he snarled quietly. “Would you mind?"

He could have sworn her mouth dropped open. But, to her credit, she did not hesitate. She walked toward him and reached for the tab of the zipper. Her fingers lightly brushed past his cock, his reaction was immediate and very noticeable, making putting up the zipper even more of a challenge. He drew a ragged breath. She stepped closer, lowering her head. The flowery scent from her hair was tantalizing. She pulled. The zipper stuck.

Jerrod heard her sigh. She pulled and tried again. It went up half way. She stepped back quickly like she had been burned.

"You can manage the rest," she mumbled. “The shaving cream and razor are in the bathroom, call if you need me.” Sandra turned as if to flee, but he reached out and softly held her wrist. God's blood, he was aroused.

“Stay, Sandra, please,” he managed. He reached for her hand. Was it his fervent imagination, or was her hand trembling as well? She nodded, and he took her hand. It was small, warm, and feminine, nearly disappearing in his. It felt as if it belonged in his. He let go, quickly buttoned the shirt and stuffed it under the waistband of his jeans, then continued to fight with the zipper. Finally, he got it up.

He rubbed the quite visible whiskers now showing on his face. He was anxious to shave. “Come with me, Sandra?”

Once they reached the bathroom he looked around. Where was the razor? Letting go of Sandra’s hand, he picked up a cylindrical object, and pressed the button on the top. A mighty exhale of air was quickly followed by a mass of white cream. He sniffed, almost a minty odor. Was this the shaving cream she spoke of? He rubbed it between his fingers. Most interesting. Still, he saw no razor. There was something with a handle next to the cream. Jerrod laid down the cream, it went all over the wall, and himself. Grumbling, he reached for a towel and began to wipe.

A sexy laugh bubbled from Sandra, a sensual sound that went straight to his cock, hardening it even more. Her laugh was glorious, but she made no move to assist him. She just crossed her arms and watched him, a sexy, amused grin on her lovely face. Minx. After he removed the mess, he reached for the handled object. He stroked a finger over the top, slicing his skin. A small dot of blood rose to the surface. He sucked on it, while staring at the object. Not a straight razor as he was used to, but some sort of razor nonetheless. He pressed a button and the bloody thing began to vibrate in his hand. He shouted and dropped it like he was handling hot coals.

“The bloody thing is alive!” he cried out.

Sandra bent down to pick it up. She flicked the button and turned it off. “It’s a Gillette Fusion razor, it vibrates, to give you a closer shave. See? Five blades.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Five blades? I am hardly a suckling pig to be carved into bits. Do you perhaps have a straight razor?”

Sandra laughed again. It was such a pleasurable sound, he longed for it to continue. “Only serial killers use those. Is that what you used? It’s a wonder you didn’t lop your head off.”

Jerrod’s handsome face twisted in confusion, frustration and irritation. He felt out of his element, as he had ever since he awoke in her room. She stepped in close, the razor still in her hand. Her countenance was playful, her eyes mischievous. Or was it desire?

“Would you like me to shave you?”Her voice was deep, husky, he would daresay, suggestive.

Jerrod playfully leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Do you make a habit of this? Offering to assist a man in his toilette?” His breath fanned her cheek like a wave of hot sex, covering her body like a cloak. The room became close, the air vibrating with sexual tension and raw, desirous heat. “You do have experience in this, I trust.”

“I shave myself, how different can it be?”

He cocked his brow. “Indeed? And where do you…shave?”

Her face was aflame. She slammed the toilet lid down and pushed him none too gently onto the closed seat. “My legs. Women shave their legs in this time.”

He gave her his sexy, lop-sided grin. “Indeed? Now I am very intrigued.”

Sandra picked up the shave cream and spritzed some into her hands, mixed it between her palms, and leaned down to spread a thin film over his face. He spread his long legs wide, allowing her to step in closer to him. He wanted her as close as she could get. His cock was hard as stone. He looked up at her.

She looked nervous, and excited, he could see desire in her lovely gray eyes. Picking up the Fusion, she flicked on the button, and a low hum filled the silence surrounding them. Her breasts slightly brushed by his cheek, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest. Jerrod reached over with a long finger and swiped the bit of shave cream that was on her sweater, right on the nipple. Barely there contact, but enough to have that flame between them roar to life. He smiled seductively as he wiped the cream on his own throat.

He slid over on the closed toilet seat, so that his thighs were touching her leg, reached behind her back, and eased her down until she was sitting on his leg.

“Shave me,” he whispered hoarsely.