Friday, August 16, 2013

I Breathe You - Book Your (V)


When a tragic accident leaves Rhane Evans -- lead vocalist for the rock band Fate's Crazy -- permanently unable to speak above a whisper and kills the love of her life, she moves across the state to pick up the pieces. Shattered, Rhane struggles to understand what happened the night of the accident, an accident everyone blames her for, even though she wasn't driving the car.

Enter Ian Callahan. He's the one person who may have a more tumultuous past than Rhane. Though they try hard to deny the sizzling attraction between them, it proves nearly impossible. When Ian's troubled past threatens to tear them apart, they begin to believe happiness isn't in their cards.

Review—I Breathe You by Lori L. Clark

“No!  Dalton, come back!” “Why are you leaving me?” The dark timbre of his laughter vibrates through me, and he taunts me unseen, “You killed me, Rhaney baby. Are you happy now?”

Rhane Evans is no longer the woman she once was.  After months in the hospital following a tragic accident, Rhane can finally go back to her life…or what’s left of it.  Without her voice, Rhane is just an angry shell of who she used to be; forever a reminder of the loss she suffered, her career, her spirit, her soul mate.  Disowned by more than just her parents, she finds solace with her Uncle Thomas “T” and Gwen, the nurse hired to care for her in her new home; left to her by her grandmother many years before.  Forced to make something out of nothing, Rhane is bitter.  Not being able to remember how she ended up the way she is now doesn’t help her already short temper. 

“Being pissed off is something I’ve mastered over the years.  But I felt it was much more productive when I was actually able to vocalize it. I’ve got to find a way to release all of this built-up energy or I am going to lose my friggin’ mind for good.”

The house Rhane has inherited is less than shiny and new.  The pipes leak and creak, the basement is dark and damp (not to mention—spiders) and over all needs a good sprucing up with some TLC.  Rhane and Gwen set out to make a list to give to T in order to have repairs made.  What Rhane never counted on was the copper-headed, gorgeous man to show up on her doorstep…
Ian Callahan.

“All at once it becomes crystal clear to me.  My fascination with Ian isn’t just because of how attractive he is or how his presence affects my breathing and heart rate.  No, it’s because, in so many ways, he reminds me of Dalton. F~ck.”

This man. This rugged, strong man.  A man with his own demons, cannot possibly know what lies in store for him with Rhane Evans.  To him, she is just “Sunshine.” Drawn to her as she is him becomes too much to bear and neither one is willing to give up the stubborn streak they share.  The differences between Rhane and Ian fall on deaf ears as gossip swirls and pasts come back to complicate their new and fragile relationship.  There is always more to the story than what you hear on the street…and Rhane is scared of what that means for her and Ian; but it can’t be any worse than what she’s running from in her dreams.

“Let’s face it, I’m falling. Hard and fast, and I’m powerless to stop it.”

Seeking an outlet and finding none, Rhane’s temper flares more and more often.  Because of her outbursts, as well as her lack of sleep (for fear of nightmares) along with her memory staying locked up tight; not only is she seeing a doctor but is also enlightened on a family trait she had no idea about.  Deciding to redirect her anger and focus on her music, Rhane knows it’s only a matter of time before she has to face the truth of her past; and how it will affect her future…with or without Ian…

“Something my grandma used to always say to me pops into my head. ‘If someone takes a piece of your heart, hunt ‘em down and get it back.  You’re a strong girl, Rhane, but ain’t nobody able to live with half a heart.’”

This review is one of the harder ones for me to write.  When a story touches me, but in many different ways, I find it difficult to pin-point and share my thoughts…especially, without giving too much away.  So, here goes:

I loved this book, absolutely loved it.  It was a very smooth, easy read; filled with both heartwarming and heartbreaking moments.  The way the author uses her characters is wonderful.  I never expected things to go the way they did and I am so happy I was surprised by many different elements.  I love how the dialog was clear even though there wasn’t a clear voice, and how communication never ceased, no matter who was doing the talking.  I loved the inner struggles of each character and how real it made them in my eyes.  This is definitely a story that will haunt me…it holds a rhythm all its own. 

**4 Speaking Without Words Stars**

Author Bio:

Ten things about me: 
1. I'm an only child. 
2. I love dogs! 
3. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa and lived in Iowa until January 2007. 
4. I worked as a professional psychic reader for 2 years. 
5. I'm a Pisces Sun, Leo Moon with Aquarius rising. 
6. I've written 6 books and am in the process of brainstorming a 7th. 
7. I don't look or act my age! 
8. I ran my first 1/2 marathon at age 50. 
9. I love 80's hair band music. 
10. I'm a claims payment analyst for one of Fortune 500 Magazine's "Top 100 places in America to work.

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Excerpt #1: 

He cupped my face with his rough hands, fingers calloused from years of guitar playing, and the passion in his eyes snapped and crackled between us. He shook his head, as though trying to clear his thoughts before he spoke again. His voice was deep, thick with emotion, "Ray, you'll always have a little piece of my heart," he said, suddenly serious. "Don't ever leave me babe. A guy can't live with part of his heart missing." He pressed his lips lightly against mine and breathed a feather soft sigh across my skin.
"That's just crazy talk right there," I told him. "Everyone knows we're a team, you and me. If this team ever broke up, it will be because you leave me. Probably for some bleached blonde bimbo with huge tits, if I know you."
"Well, now that we're going to be making some serious cash, maybe you can fix part of that equation," he teased as his eyes dropped to my non-existent chest. "But, Ray, don't ever fuck with the hair." His fingers slipped around my neck, trailing down the middle of my back until he found the elastic holding the braid I always wore in my hair.
I rolled my eyes, "No boob job for me, thank you very much."
The twins blasted the van's horn as they pulled into the parking spot next to us and the blaring echo effectively dissolved the tender moment between Dalton and me.
The van's driver's door creaked open and Ronnie's spider-thin legs planted on the concrete near Dalton's small car. He bent at the waist and peered into the passenger side window cautiously at me. I scowled and mouthed what? He reached for the door handle while I unfastened the seatbelt and swung my legs out of the cramped car. At five-ten, without heels, I still had to look up to meet Ronnie's eyes. With heels, when we stood toe-to-toe, my eyes were nearly level with his. I planted my hands on my hips and asked, "What are you gawking at?"
He shrugged sheepishly and grinned, "Since you two were still in the car, I didn't know whether you were fighting or fucking."
I shoved at his scrawny shoulders playfully, "Stop! Please. You act like that's all Dalton and I do."
By that time, Donnie and Dalton had joined us between the cars. Donnie piped up, "You have to admit, Rhane, he's got a point."
I huffed. "That is so not true." It was kind of true. The sexual tension between us was so strong that if we weren't having sex, we often wound up fighting. It took a lot to get him mad, but once the fuse was lit, it wasn't pretty. My temper was much quicker to rear its ugly head and was usually fueled by my insecurities. Jealousy often caused the rages I'd been known to fly into.
"I call group hug," Ronnie held out his arms and the three of them wrapped their arms around me, cocooning me inside with their warmth and affection. "Aww, now see, that's what I'm talking about. Love, sweet love."
Dalton groaned and ducked out from under Ronnie's arms, "Let's get to the party before Ronnie breaks into 'Kumbaya' with all this sentimental crap."

"Dude, you wish you were as in touch with your sensitive nature as I am mine," Ronnie protested with a laugh. "Chicks dig that shit."

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