Touched
by Abbey MacMunn
Date of
Publication: 13th July 2016
Publisher:
Tirgearr Publishing
Cover
Artist: Cora Graphics
Genre:
Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Touched
. . .
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.**
BLURB
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.
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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.
Hmm, lovely…
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.’
‘No, I…’
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?
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Author Info
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.
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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.
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