Chenoire
Susannah Sandlin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat level: mild
Publisher: StoryFront
Date of Publication:
December 18, 2013
ASIN: B00GMTVZYI
Number of pages: 50
Word Count: approx. 15,000
Book Description:
When Faith Garrity’s
twin sister died, she lost a part of herself. Unable to move past the
pain, the once-driven ornithologist is at risk of losing her career
as well. To save her job, she heads to the oil-ravaged wetlands of
Louisiana. There, in the bayou community of Chenoire, she encounters
the handsome but guarded Zackary Préjean, still suffering from a
great loss of his own.
She’s drawn to Zack, but
soon finds that the Préjean family isn’t what it seems… They
have dangerous secrets—and deadly enemies. Caught up in a feud that
threatens the area’s uneasy truce, Faith and Zack must learn to
trust each other. Survival will require enormous sacrifice, but it
just might also give them both a way to move on.
My Review:
★★★★☆
Faith is looking to do some research on birds but ends up finding way more than she bargained for. She really isn't having a great day when she meets Zach. I found her predicament to be pretty funny, though I wouldn't feel that way if I had been in her situation myself. I really enjoyed both of their characters and found it easy to understand their emotions throughout the story.
The story is well written and I really liked all the characters. The only complaint I have is that I wish it was a full length book. I would have loved to see the progression of the relationships and learned more about the family's history.
Also, I loved that the main character Faith has a twin named Hope. I have a set of twins in my family with the same names, so that made me smile.
The story is a good read with a little twist in it that I thought was going to be there and was glad that it was. I recommend this to anyone that wants a quick read that is fun and entertaining. It does touch on some sad subjects, but isn't too emotional or depressing.
Short Excerpt:
Zack Préjean wiped the
blood from his skinning knife onto the faded blue bottom of the apron
he wore, scanning the bayou that backed up to his papa’s back
porch. Something had drawn his attention, but he couldn’t figure
out what.
He’d been working on the
small gator for half an hour, figuring to take off enough fresh meat
for dinner and prep the rest to deal with later—it was too small
for the skin to be worth much. The calls and caws of the birds and
cackles of swamp hens soothed him, and God knew he needed soothing.
Spending the whole month of gator season at Chenoire wasn’t what he
wanted to be doing. But Papa had asked him outright for help, and he
had to honor that.
Finally, he figured out
what had caught his attention; the bayou was too quiet. He wedged the
knife through his apron ties, covered the gator with a towel, and
closed his eyes to focus on what he could hear. Footsteps coming from
the path leading down to the house—heavy ones, stirring up a whiff
of anger.
Zack tripped on his way
through the kitchen, catching his toe on the edge of a chair because
he’d been staring out the front window instead of watching where he
was going. All this family time must be getting to him, because for a
moment he swore he’d seen not a man on the path that angled toward
the small circle of houses where the Préjeans had lived for
generations.
No, he thought he’d seen
an angel.
Except angels didn’t
stomp their feet, curse like sailors, and swat at bugs, which is what
this one appeared to be doing. What the hell was a woman doing on
foot way out here at dusk?
Crossing his arms over
his chest, Zack leaned against the frame of the front door, silent
and still, waiting to see what trouble she brought. She looked like a
city woman, and city women always brought trouble.
He couldn’t keep the
grin off his face. Whatever else she was, his citified swamp angel
was pissed off and dirty as sin. Bits of mud flaked off what might be
a long, lean pair of legs underneath the grime that covered her from
her shoes to the bottom of her khaki shorts—or maybe they were
mud-covered black shorts. Hard to tell. Her hands flew around her
head, batting at what Zack knew were probably the armies of tiny
no-see-ums that swarmed near the small stand of trees this time of
day. Occasionally, she swatted at her own head, giving her short
blond hair a disheveled look he’d mistaken for a halo.
“Damned gnats. I’m
gonna—” The angel finally spotted him and stopped in her tracks,
dark-blue eyes growing wider as her gaze dropped from Zack’s face
to the vicinity of the knife.
He cleared his throat and
stifled the laugh that threatened to escape. “You lost, Angel?”
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