Paranormal, Romance - novel
TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf
Tammy Sinclair doesn’t have time for anything in her life other than work but when she runs into the handsome gas station attendant she wishes she did. Then the bridge out of town washes out and she’s left stranded. Taking a chance she heads back in the direction of Blake. Just when the heat between them kicks up Tammy has an encounter with a wolf and the explanations given are just not adding up. Blake is keeping secrets and she wants to know what they are but can she handle them once she finds out.
This book was so wacky that it was adorable. There is a lot of interesting dialogue and situations which made for a really entertaining humorous story. I was thrown at the start of the book because it seemed a little rushed but a few pages in and the pace evens out quite well. The book leans more towards erotica than really anything with a serious plot.
Despite the length and almost instant love the author did a really good job of establishing the character connects and why they should be together. I also love how neither character is perfect. Blake isn’t the normal werewolf though he is on the moody side, there is more of a vulnerability than you normally associate with werewolf books. Tammy is a bit of a flake which I not only found amusing but adored about her.
I wouldn’t recommend this book if someone is looking for a serious romance but for easy and fun, Heartbeat is a good one.
Surely it meant he wasn't feeling violent. Could she trust her instincts just this once? Puffing out a breath, she stepped into the second hall and closed the door. Lights came on overhead. It was a normal white hallway without pictures or windows. Testing the door to see if it would open, she was relieved when the knob turned easily. The light blinked off. Gazing down the hall, she watched to see if he would turn to prevent her from leaving. He slowed, but didn't return and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Closing the door again, the light sprang on. The floor had an incline and she was moving downward. Following slowly, she watched him disappear around a turn. Reaching the turn, she stopped and peeked around the wall. A large living room with a blazing fire in the hearth, normal furniture, and decorations greeted her eyes. Stepping into the room, she hurried to the hearth. The furnishings were heavy and sturdy. The room was neat and clean. A rug covered the floor. The sofa was soft brocade with stripes of tan and green. There were
paintings of beautiful scenery on the walls, but no windows. Silence greeted her ears--total silence. The rain had stopped. Turning she scanned the room for the man with her case. He stepped into the room from a hall opposite the room and held out a heavy long bathrobe for her.
"Slip this on. I brought you the phone so you can call your family and let them know where you are stranded. You don't want to make them worry unnecessarily." She saw understanding in his gaze.
"The rain has stopped." Smiling, she advanced to accept the robe and phone. It would be warmer than her thin silk suit. Hitting the call button on the phone, she was relieved to receive a dial tone. She quickly punched in the number.
"No. We are underground. You cannot hear it. Only the rear of the kitchen extends from beneath the store and the side of the mountain."
"Really, that is why you didn't hear me knock? What made you decide to come back to the store?" The phone was ringing in her ear. Her answering machine picked up. "Hi, Mom. The road is washed out. I am on Route Twelve at the small gas station on top of the mountain. The man that owns it has a home underground beneath the store. and I am staying with him." She smiled as though listening to her mother. "He seems like a very nice man, Mom. He said the kitchen is outside the mountain so it isn't totally underground. I will call you later with an update. Love you. Bye." She switched off the phone. As long as someone knew
where to look for her, she wasn't going to worry. He had no way of knowing she had talked to her answering machine, and her roommate would receive the message when she returned home. Were she to disappear, the police knew where to look.
That was enough for her to feel comfortable.
"I returned upstairs because a bell goes off when a car enters the shelter."
Shoving her arms into the robe, she was pulling the lapels together when another man stepped into view. Shifting nervously, she moved closer to the fire. He was handsome in a different way. His features were bold, and on the large side, from his wide mouth and square jaw to his brow. His shoulders were large like a body builder.
"I'm Blake Floyd. This is my partner, Ken Lee," her host continued.
She nodded to Mr. Lee. The name suited him as she realized he did have a hint of Oriental in his features. Partner? Partner--as in wife or husband? Had she intruded into their lives when he had only been flirting and didn't mean a word of what he had said? She forced a smile. "I am pleased to meet both of you.
I'm Tammy Sinclair. Forgive my intrusion into your lives. The road is washed out, and as I told Mr. Floyd before, there is a landslide on the other side of the mountain." Shrugging, she shook from a cold shiver racking her body. There was nothing she could do about the situation. Only, it is a shame. For a few minutes, she had lived a dream of making love to handsome Mr. Floyd. "I will try not to disturb you any more than necessary," she assured them both.
"Is this the lady that was going to help you use up all of the condoms?" Ken asked Blake, a grin tugging at his mouth.
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