Soul Scavengers #2
His Wounded Rose
by Lisagh J. Winters
Publication Date: June 25, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
Paranormal investigator Sullivan Wilde and clairvoyant Olivia Emerson make it back to New York without killing one another, and are now joined at the hip for better or for worse. Back home again, Sullivan’s deep ingrained inability to make a commitment causes friction between them, almost driving Olivia to the breaking point. Sullivan’s young daughter Sabrina offers invaluable insights, while Olivia struggles to make their relationship work. Fellow investigators Kelly and Hudson Hayze, a brother and sister duo, along with their producer Arnav Bhandari, make up the rest of the Soul Scavengers family. The team members are excited to meet Olivia, and make no apologies for torturing their cranky colleague over the sins of his past, latching onto his obvious attraction to the fresh-faced clairvoyant. When the Soul Scavengers team find themselves called to a mysterious mansion in rural Illinois, they get a little more than they bargained for. Ghostly giggles, squeaky, bouncing beds, clinking champagne glasses and whispers of sweet nothings make it difficult for the team to concentrate, let alone proceed with their investigation. A hundred twenty-five year old love triangle threatens to expose a long-forgotten secret when the ghost of a heartbroken young paramour attempts to shed light on the mansion’s dark history.~ Purchase Links ~
~ My Thoughts ~
Wow what can I say?? This story left off right where book 1 stopped at and wow. I got to know more of the characters this time around. Even the bull headed Sully couldn't get away from this wild ghost chase, along with falling in love which surprisingly it didn't really shock me about that part. Needless to say their was a lot of love and ghost hunting gone bad this time around. Of course it's always fun with Ollie and Sully.
This time around their was even more shocking truths and lot's more shagging :) I rather enjoyed the story and everyone in it even the ended which really threw me off the wagon. I was going in this with already read the 1st novel and liking it so I was hoping I would like this one as well; which of course I did!!! The author really did do an amazing job much more then the first I have to say I liked this one more : It was never a dull moment hell I had to stay up late just to finish the story and see where it ended and how it ended and I'm not disappointed.
The story had a 2 person POV feel to it as well and a 3rd person read which was really great because I was able to know multiple characters thoughts and actions threw someone else. I have to say this is a must read heck the series so far is a must read as this was my first ghost hunting series I love it.
~My Rating ~
~ Excerpt ~
Olivia reveled in the salty-sweet taste of his skin. She mewed against the hardness of his shoulder as his thumb plied her taut nipple through the lace of her bra. The longer his lips lingered over her shimmering skin, the more possessed with desire she became. The hell with Sullivan saying he was addicted to her. She was the junkie and she knew it. Her fingers tucked just inside the waistband of his boxers and she pushed them as far down his hips as she could manage. He took over from there, kicking them off.
“You make me crazy,” Sullivan murmured between delectable kisses and small, ravenous bites across her collarbone. “My God, I want you so bad.”
Only he was capable of inciting a full-on riot within her body. “You’re welcome,” Olivia rasped, feeling his hands move between their bodies.
He unbuttoned her jeans with one hand, slipping his fingers inside the front of her lace bikini panties. Olivia gasped, her stomach swirling around like fireflies on a moonlit night, and she bit at her bottom lip. He was barely touching her and she was vibrating beneath him.
Olivia squirmed under his hand, lightheaded and delirious. The heat was intense. “Gods…”
“I want you naked,” he demanded, and kissed her on the lips again.
He was gentle, every touch loving and deliberate. Her breath soon grew short and desperate, and she let loose a series of small, urgent gasps. She screamed against his shoulder, convulsing into a string of explosive spasms she couldn't prevent. His strong arms wrapped around her like a life preserver, holding her until she stopped trembling, and he kissed the top of her head.
“I love to watch you, Olivia,” he whispered. “It’s so beautiful.”
~ About the Author ~
I'm Lisagh, and I've been writing since I was a kid. My imagination knows no bounds, I've been told. I wasn't sure that was a good thing or not at the time. Turns out, it WAS a good thing.
I grew up in and around Vancouver, Canada, and have a fetish for snow. Winter is my season. Being born in the dead of it has something to do with that, I figure.
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~ Giveaway ~
***I received this story for free in exchange for an honest review***
No, I haven't. Though, just after my mom died, when I was going through her clothes in the closet and boxing them up, a needlepoint picture that she had made fell off the wall. Kind of made me think...
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