Series: Disaster Crimes #4
Page Count: 304
Digital Price: 4.99
Print Price: 16.99
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
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Beth and Donovan are now happily married, and what Beth wants more than anything is a baby. Her dream of starting a family is put on hold as fires burn dangerously close and Donovan becomes a victim of sabotage.
Donovan escapes what could've been a deadly wreck. Their past enemies have been eliminated, so who is cutting brake lines and leaving bloody messages? He vows to find out, for the sake of the woman he loves and the life they're trying to build.
Amidst a criminal mind game, a fire ignites next to their home. They battle the flames and fight to keep their house safe from the blaze pressing in on all sides, but neither of them expects to confront a psychotic adversary in the middle of the inferno.
Their lives may just go up in flames…
4.5 STARS
Donovan “’We need a vacation.’ Beth laughed. ‘Our vacations tend to be deadly.’ … ‘One day we’ll have a normal vacation.’”
Truer words were never been written before, these two need to stay locked up in their house. Oh wait, that won’t even help them, the antagonist, both natural and human, come to their door step in this newest installment of Disaster Crimes. Disaster is the perfect word for these two, even so I can’t help but love them.
What I liked about this book is that the natural disaster isn’t the main antagonist like it was in Tsunami Crimes. I like the way that Ms. Fey changed that between the two books. It gave the book a different feel which gives the walking, married disaster duos’ situation different enough that the book wasn’t the same old same old. The reader also gets a more in-depth look into Donovan job, Monster Truck racing.
This book gives me hope for more in this series but with a different focus. Thorn perhaps? Lots of steam, lots of love and lots of surviving. 4.5 stars!
EXCERPT:
Beth’s heart clenched at the sight of the smoke stacks, as if a fist had driven through her chest and was squeezing the meaty human drum, paralyzing it. She gripped the door handle. The faster Donovan drove and the closer they got to home, to those tiers of billowing, dark smoke, the more
anxious she became. Donovan’s words replayed in her head.
It looks like it’s right next to our house.
Her heart woke from its coma and punched her ribcage like a boxer attacking a speed bag. Perspiration dampened her underarms and slicked her palms. Please, God, no. I can’t lose my home again.
The smoke stack was soon right in front of them, right where their home was located. Donovan turned down their street, and the tower of smoke loomed above them. Fire consumed the empty lot next to their house. Flames ate their way up the bark spines of pine trees. Orange flickers slithered along the length of the branches, reaching toward the roof. The fire was descending upon their forever home as a raiding army would race toward a city with swords drawn.
Donovan floored it down the street and brought the truck to a jerking stop in the driveway. He jumped out of the truck without taking the key out of the ignition. Beth
shoved the door open and stumbled out onto the driveway.
“Call the fire department, pack some clothes. I’m getting the hose.” Donovan raced toward the fire and slipped around the side of the house.
About the Author:
Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series, a unique concept blending romance, crimes, and disasters. She’s partnered with the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and runs their Goodreads book club. She’s also an editor for Dancing Lemur Press.
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Thank you for the post and the awesome review! XOXO
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