Author: Tanya Holmes
Genre: A Gothic paranormal romance with a twist.
Cliffhanger: **YES** This is a two-part serial
Volume 1 Page Count: 358
Release Date: June 22, 2015
When the ghost of her best friend begs for her help, psychic detective Denieve Knight goes undercover as a live-in domestic to catch a killer. She sets her sights on the most likely suspect: her friend’s mysterious employer, Doctor Braeden Frost.
Dubbed “Dr. Death” by the press, the notorious hematologist is linked to nineteen other suspicious fatalities—all are former patients. The brooding recluse is a man of many secrets, the darkest of which may be lurking beneath the leather gloves he never removes.
Nook link will be available on release day
THE DARKEST FROST, VOLUME 1 PLAYLIST
1) That’s Enough For Me by Paul Williams
2) A Mariage D’amour Richard Clayderman
3) Gymnopédies by Satie
4) Mozart Fantasy in D minor
5) Dream On by Aerosmith
6) Patience by Guns N Roses
7) Con te Partiro by Andrea Bocelli
When I started this book I am going to admit, I thought it was a bit slow. But as I kept going I realized how important every detail was to the story. I always wonder (with any book) if the background or descriptions are beefed up to increase word count. Well, that is NOT the case here.
Nope, Tanya is very deliberate and thoughtful in her writing, and it shows with each chapter. The development of not only the characters, but also the entire scenario is amazing and truly pulls you in. I want to tell you all about this book, but that is hard to do without spoiling it for you, so this is all you get.
Braeden is quite the main character. He is difficult to read, yet you desperately want to know more. As we are allowed to learn about him, Braeden becomes the flame to this moth. I needed more, all the time. And Denvieve (also Danielle – love the name btw) is a heroine you can root for. Determined to uncover the truth, she puts herself in, um, interesting positions that really pay off for the reader. And let’s not forget Xavier. Who is he you ask? Well, that’s for you to find out 😉
Oh, by the way, if you are looking for some heat look no further. Also, you may want a pair of leather gloves to hold the kindle – you never know when it might get hard to hold 😉
Amazon Bestselling Author Tanya Holmes is a Golden Leaf double-finalist, a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist, a recipient of the Maggie Award, the MICA Award, as well as Overall Winner of the Sandy Haddad Award and a two-time finalist and one-time winner of The Emily (Best of the Best). She’s happily married with children and loves reading, writing and a good cup of coffee—but not necessarily in that order. She has two novels coming out in 2015: The Darkest Frost, a two-part Gothic paranormal serial romance with a twist, and in 2016, Temptation’s Edge, a contemporary romance.
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Frost set the book aside with casual grace, then prowled toward me, his gloved hands clasped at his back. The quiet thud of his footsteps matched the pensive rhythm of the ticking clock, amping my fear.
Despite his cool demeanor, I was sure the man had his temper on a short tether. That’s why I didn’t look above his neck for fear of seeing that anger twisting his face, or worse, blazing in his eyes.
Silky chest hair peeked from beneath his T-shirt. And he seemed dark and dangerous in those faded jeans. The soft denim hugged his muscular thighs while loosely cupping the masculine bulge between them, the bulge my body was all too familiar with.
Down low, my sex clenched in remembrance as he made his approach.
“Now that you mention it,” he mused in the gentlest of tones, “needles are a tad frightening.” He dipped his head, forcing me to look at him. “Tongue depressors are even worse, but you should be especially wary of thermometers. One can never be quite sure where they’ve been.”
“Really, Dr. Frost. Ever since….” My gaze followed him until he disappeared behind me.
“Go on,” came the soft voice at my back.
I swallowed. “E-ever since I was a child I’ve been afraid of thermometers—I mean needles!”
Frost reappeared on my right side. One of his brows rose a fraction. “You know, if you’re going to lie to my face, at least do it better. On second thought, just leave. I have no patience for nonsense today.”
“But I’m not lying.”
Yeah, I was.
He slammed to a stop in front of me, his expression a complexity of shadows. “You must believe I’m a fool.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, really, I.…”
“Enough. How about some brutal honesty?” Now his tone was menacing and sharp. “You think I couldn’t read your face? That I wouldn’t recognize mistrust and contempt? Or fear? Especially in someone I’ve—” He inhaled sharply through his nose and looked away. “Someone like you,” he finished, returning his gaze to mine.