by Abbey MacMunn
Date of Publication: 13th July 2016
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Cover Artist: Cora Graphics
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Tickle, tickle. That was what I got. I got a tickle of paranormal. A tickle of romance. A tickle of humor. A tickle.
I enjoyed Cami. She was down to earth, literally. I found the read easy, casual. The brothers were sweet/hard, understanding/complicated, unsure/focused. They were a perfect counterpoint to each other. Immortals, guardians, half-breeds, a witch, a cat, and of course bad people (Faction), and then the Elders.
The pacing was good. The flow smooth. There were twist and turns. I got a very big smack of what, why, how, where in various different stages. I can see another book coming that would hopefully open up doors and provide more explanations to the what, why, how, and where.
**This ARC was provided via Bewitching Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
When inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.
Jaded immortal Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is until they meet.
Chemistry sizzles between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid’s curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals, Joseph included.
But the fated lover discover her curse is the least of their concerns when a friend’s deadly betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.
He might have just saved her life, but pinned to the freezing concrete by some wannabe hero was not her idea of fun. Cami Wilson shoved the unyielding wall of his chest, fighting not only him but the rising panic. ‘Get the hell off me!’
The guy remained on top of her, using his large frame to protect her from the chunks of smouldering metal hurtling to the ground around her. Icy air met with fiery heat and smoke infused the atmosphere like the fifth of November, but there were no sparkling fireworks to admire, only the flaming inferno, which seconds earlier had been her car.
Maybe if she hadn’t been so intrigued by the antique brooch she held in her hand or distracted by the weird, periodic buzzing emitting from it, she might have seen him coming at her in full, rugby tackle mode.
He lifted a little, easing the crushing pressure on her ribs, but remained inches from her face. Glacier-blue eyes met hers, captivating and intense. ‘Are you hurt?’
His gravelly voice did something tingly to her insides. She went to speak, but no words came. Nothing came to mind. Not the explosion. Not the contents of her shopping trolley strewn all over Morrisons’ car park. Not the fact she could have been killed. Somehow, none of it registered.
She gawped back at him like a doe-eyed teenager, taking in the angular sweep of a jawline peppered with dark stubble, and well-defined lips that parted invitingly as he drew in his breath.
His gaze lingered on her mouth in a breath-taking moment right out of one of those soppy rom-coms she liked to watch.
Forget burning cars and curious brooches… hel-lo, future husband.
Somewhere to her left, an engine revved loudly, and he turned his head towards the sound. Overlong, tousled hair tickled her cheek, and she got a faint whiff of citrus shampoo.
A second later, his attention returned to her. His grave expression burned with an urgency that brought her down from the clouds. ‘Dammit! I asked if you were hurt.’
In a move so swift it wasn’t humanly possible, he leapt to his feet and hauled her up beside him. The brooch slipped from her gloved hand and landed on the ground.
The man cursed under his breath and stooped to retrieve it. With an exasperated look, he waved it in front of her as though she were a baby dropping her dummy for the hundredth time. ‘You need to take more care of this. Don’t you know how important it is?’
Sudden indignation flared. Cami snatched the jewel from his grasp and slipped it back into her coat pocket. Okay, the guy rocked the sexy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look, but his patronising attitude set her teeth on edge. What right did he have to tell her what to do? And what on Earth did he know about a weird, vibrating brooch she’d been given by her adoptive mother, the only clue she had to her past?
Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
INTERVIEW WITH ABBEY MACMUNN
How would you describe your style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
My writing style is a mash up between chic lit, romance and paranormal suspense.
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
I like to have total silence and at least three or four hours to get into the ‘writing zone’. However, in a houseful of four kids, a snatched hour or two here and there is more realistic.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
I people watch – a lot – and I have a bad habit of listening into their conversations too. For my characters, I usually visualize them first, hear how they talk and give them certain traits. Then, as I’m writing the story, their personalities develop and sometimes they even take over and steer the story in a different direction.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
I think I bond with all my characters, even the antagonists, otherwise I couldn’t write about them.
Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
Yes, I haven’t got a name for her yet, but she’s a sexy, fun-loving artist whose success has come at a price.
Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
I guess the need to write is something inside of me that I can’t control. I only discovered my passion for creating stories five years ago, and now, there are so many stories in my head, I couldn’t stop writing even if I tried.