Thursday, September 17, 2015

Awakened, by Sennah Tate: Mini-Review/Excerpt/Giveaway!!

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(Soul Shifters, Book 1)
Sennah Tate
Kindle Edition, 201 pages
Red Lily Publishing
June 14, 2015
Cover Artist: Sennah Tate
Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

Gemma Fellings, a recently out of work school teacher, is looking for a fresh start. She’s never allowed herself to have friends, relationships, or even fun. Carson Sanchez has an abundance of friends, but he’s plagued by the skeletons in his closet and no one can help him escape his past.

A chance encounter leaves them both fantasizing, but they never even exchanged names!

When Gemma’s new friend – Carson’s sister – goes missing, the two find themselves thrust together again. It can’t be a coincidence, can it?

The strange happenings in town are much bigger than Gemma or Carson imagined and they’ll need to use their connection to each other to harness new paranormal abilities in order to save the ones they love.

Available FREE on Amazon 
Sept. 14th to Sept. 18th!!!

Reading this short excerpt has instantly hooked me on this book! I can just tell that this will be a very sweet, romantic tale, with lots of passion as well! 
The author gives us a very detailed look into Carson's inner world in just a few paragraphs, and I love what I've discovered! In spite of being an ex-con, Carson is definitely a good guy. He has realized that he did wrong (Tate doesn't mention here exactly what he did), and has paid his debt to society. However, he still feels he hasn't done enough, and wants to help people whenever possible. So he goes to help a stranded stranger, in the pelting rain.
Gemma is herself a compelling character, although we don't know much about her yet. You can see that she, too, is a good person. And the attraction between her and Carson will, I know, rock my world!
I've already acquired this novel free on Amazon, and can't wait to start reading it!! 

The rain beat down on his cherry-red Camaro, but it didn't bother him -- the car needed a good wash anyway. He'd had a hell of a day -- the Lake County sheriffs weren't exactly known  for their hospitality to ex-cons. They had no reason whatsoever to think he was connected to the string of robberies half an hour away. Lack of evidence didn't stop them from holding him as a 'person of interest' for nearly ten hours. His shoulders ached from being tensed for so long, and he wanted nothing more than a boiling hot shower and a cold beer before turning in for the night.

Flashing lights up ahead made him tap on the brakes -- figures, there were always accidents in this kind of weather. He slowed to a crawl, peering through the thick sheet of rain to analyze the extent of the damage. There was only one car on the side of the road, and he soon saw that it wasn't an accident at all. He could make out movement in the car, but not much else was visible through the weather.

He debated stopping -- he should just mind his own business, take his happy ass home and leave the rescuing to someone else. He should. Then he thought of what his best friend would say.

"You made a promise to the Universe, remember?" Aaron's voice chimed in his head.

It was hardly fair to hold that over his head; he was sitting in front of the parole board, he would have promised anything to anyone if he thought it would get him out of jail. For years he lived without caring for anyone. Without caring how his actions affected others. He'd hurt so many innocent people and taken so much away that by the time he got out, he was ready to settle the score. He had a lifetime's worth of bad karma added up, and he couldn't pass up an opportunity to tip the scales toward the good side.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him that the police hadn't fed him, and the two double cheeseburgers he scarfed down on the interstate were long gone.

He clenched his teeth and cursed silently. He couldn't just drive past.

Carson parked the Camaro in front of the incapacitated car and turned his flashers on. He steeled himself for the hot shower he was about to get.

"So not what I had in mind," he grumbled as he opened the door and hurried to the stranger's window.


"Roadside Assistance, are you safe?" A young, friendly voice crackled through Gemma's cell phone.

"Yes, I am. I just have a flat," she answered, feeling silly for needing help.

"Okay, may I have the name and number found on the front of your membership card?"

Gemma gave the woman the information she requested, and waited as deft fingers tapped her details into the computer.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Fellings, it looks like your membership has expired," the woman sounded genuinely apologetic.

A lump rose in Gemma's throat as she forced back tears. She saw headlights in her mirror, but didn't think much of it.

"What? That's not possible. It says right here on my card; it expires May of this year," she insisted. With a car nearly as old as she was, Roadside Assistance was a necessity; she'd never gone without it.

"Yes, ma'am, and it's June 6th," the representative answered politely. 

Of course it was. How had that completely slipped her notice? She'd gotten so wrapped up in moving that she didn't even notice a little thing like her membership expiring.

"Okay, thank you," hitting the end button on the call before the other woman could respond. What was she going to do now?

"Think, Gemma, you're resourceful." Her phone beeped, letting her know the battery was going to die soon. "Of course you're going to die now."

There was a car charger somewhere in her vehicle -- she remembered seeing it earlier that morning -- but the car's dim overhead light didn't do much to help her locate it. While the boxes in her back seat were meticulously organized, the stray belongings in the front seat were anything but. The floorboard was covered with trash, receipts, sweaters and various other things that Gemma thought she might need someday while on the road. A charger was definitely among those things; she just had to find it. She crawled over the passenger seat, rooting around on the floorboard for the elusive white cable, when a loud knock on her window startled her.


He cursed himself with every hurried step he took through the pelting rain. Droplets hit his exposed skin like stinging nettles, and Carson had no sooner gotten out of his car than he wished he could just climb back in. But there was someone in distress, and he had an obligation to be the Good Samaritan, no matter how much it sometimes irked him.

He cupped his hands around his face and pressed his nose to the foggy driver's side window.

At first he didn't know what he was seeing, but the primal recesses of his brain pieced it together quickly, and he felt his blood suddenly heat.

A gust of wind swept down the highway and sent a chill through Carson, reminding him that he was standing like an idiot in the rain, ogling a stranger. He wasn't fresh out -- he shouldn't be losing all the moisture in his mouth at the sight of a nice body. He took a step back and rapped his knuckles against the window.

She jumped. Her head struck the underside of the glove compartment, and Carson winced for her as she rubbed the fresh knot. She crawled back to the window on her hands and knees, and Carson couldn't stop himself from imprinting the image on his memory banks. The window retracted, and he got his first good look at her as the wind blew rain into her face.

"Do you need help?"

"I...." She tried to shield herself from the onslaught. Carson side-stepped to block the wind for her. "It's just a flat, but my jack is rusted," she answered.

He could tell that she was at her breaking point. Her car was stuffed to the brim -- was she running from something...or someone? The thought of someone threatening this woman brought out a protective instinct in Carson he'd forgotten he had. The shadows in the car gave her a soft look, and the frustration in her eyes made something deep down inside him come to life. He wanted to take her frustration away. Needed to.

"Don't worry, I have a jack," he said. The instant relief that crossed her face made him swell with male pride. The smile that tugged at her lips tugged at his heartstrings in turn. Never before had he felt this instant urge to right every wrong. It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone. Maybe it was just desperation getting the best of him.

Then she batted those long lashes of hers, and he knew he was lost.

"That is the best news I've heard all day," she said.

Maybe being the Good Samaritan wasn't so bad after all.


The man worked quickly in the pouring rain to jack up her car. Gemma stood on the side of the road under her floral umbrella, feeling completely useless.

"You have a spare?" he asked after getting the car jacked.

"A donut. I don't have much further to go," she said, opening the trunk.

"Oh,right," she muttered, looking at the boxes that stood between her and the spare tire under her trunk.

"I've got it, don't worry," he said, nudging her out of the way. His white t-shirt clung wetly to him, and did nothing to hide the outlines of strong muscles beneath the translucent fabric. Suddenly her mouth was a desert. She licked her lips absently, trying not to picture taut flesh rippling over his muscles as he flexed, and rearranged her belongings. What was wrong with her? She'd never in her life been instantly attracted to someone like this.

Her hands flew to cover her cheeks; they were burning hot! He lifted the spare out of the trunk without any of her things getting damaged by the rain.

In the ten or so minutes it took for the man to change her tire, the rain stopped completely and the sun was already out, forcing them both to sweat despite their damp clothes.

He dragged the back of his hand across his forehead before dusting his hands off.

"Well, I think that just about does it," he said. The deep timber of his voice sent shivers down her spine.

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Sennah Tate is an up-and-coming Florida author in the world of romance. She likes writing about fiery heroines unashamed of their curves and the sizzling hot shifters that can't get enough of them.

When she's not writing and drawing dinosaurs, she enjoys the outdoors, her friendly retriever mix, and Disney World. Her exuberant personality brings cheer to dark days and she firmly believes that redheads will inherit the earth.

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  1. Nice review! A similar story with an ex-con was "Worth it" by Linda Kage! I like how redemption is showed in these novels!

  2. Hi, Alexandra!

    Oh, I haven't heard of "Worth It", but I'll check it out! Thanks for recommending it!

    As for "Awakened", I can't wait to read it! It just sounds SO good!!

    Thanks for dropping by and commenting!! : )


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