The difference between a curse and a gift is only a matter of perspective.
Debra
wrote her first novella thirteen years ago just for grins. That brief
taste into the world of an author started an undeniable writing
obsession rivaling only her love of chocolate. She's an award-winning
fine artist, and loves traveling with her husband."
CIA courier Lucy James never gets used to seeing innocent
people killed, but she copes with it—every day. Cursed with the ability to
glimpse into the future when a death is about to happen, she has a short window
of time to interfere—risking her life in order to change it. No one knows about
her curse, until she saves a handsome Los Angeles firefighter trapped between
her and foreign operatives hell-bent on intercepting her current assignment.
4 out of 5 stars
I really enjoyed being able to read Window of Time. This book gets right into the action within the first two pages and then any back story you need is interspersed with the present action. It helps pull you in quickly and avoids having long gaps of slow, but necessary back story, bogging down the cadence. I love the main female character being so kick ass! I always enjoy having female characters who don't have to rely on a man but who are not anti-male, and this book fits that quota. While this is labelled ‘Paranormal’ it is not the freaky type of paranormal but written in a way that makes it seem completely normal and plausible. There was once or twice during the story words get a little muddled and I had to re-read the sentence a few times. However I understand that the Author has done a new edit since I read this ARC and these may have already been fixed. I really look forward to the next books in the series, and would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys action, mystery, romance and a fantastic strong female lead.
Snippet:
“Johnny,” Lucy
asked, setting her empty cup down next to the bowl of golden liquid, “is this—”
“Egg flower soup,”
he finished for her. “I remember you said you wanted some.”
“You made this for
me?” A familiar stirring filled Lucy’s chest. As angry and as disappointed as
Johnny had been, he still went out of his way to make something special for
her. She searched his dark eyes for any evidence of his remaining bad mood but found
nothing more than concern for her. Her heart swelled.
“Yeah,” he said.
“And for me. I told you I was hungry.” He turned and retrieved a plate of yeast
rolls from the counter. He sat down on the couch next to Lucy but didn’t wait
for her to start eating before he tore apart a roll and lifted a spoonful of
soup.
A strong emotional
urge pushed aside Lucy’s hunger for food. She had an overpowering need to
fulfill it before she could satisfy her stomach. When Johnny dipped his spoon
into the bowl again, she leaned closer to him, turned his curious face toward
her with a gentle touch of her hand, and kissed his warm lips. It lasted for a
brief moment.
“Thank you,” Lucy
whispered, her lips drifting above his, “for taking care of me.”
Johnny swallowed
hard, and said quietly, “You’re welcome.”
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