Chenoire
Susannah Sandlin
Susannah Sandlin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat level: mild
Heat level: mild
Publisher: StoryFront
Date of Publication: December 18, 2013
Date of Publication: December 18, 2013
ASIN: B00GMTVZYI
Number of pages: 50
Word Count: approx. 15,000
Word Count: approx. 15,000
Book Description:
When Faith Garrity's twin sister died, she lost a part of herself. Unable to move past the pain, the once-driven ornithologist is at risk of losing her career as well. To save her job, she heads to the oil-ravaged wetlands of Louisiana. There, in the bayou community of Chenoire, she encounters the handsome but guarded Zackary Préjean, still suffering from a great loss of his own.
She's drawn to Zack, but soon finds that the Préjean family isn't what it seems… They have dangerous secrets-and deadly enemies. Caught up in a feud that threatens the area's uneasy truce, Faith and Zack must learn to trust each other. Survival will require enormous sacrifice, but it just might also give them both a way to move on.
She's drawn to Zack, but soon finds that the Préjean family isn't what it seems… They have dangerous secrets-and deadly enemies. Caught up in a feud that threatens the area's uneasy truce, Faith and Zack must learn to trust each other. Survival will require enormous sacrifice, but it just might also give them both a way to move on.
Short Excerpt:
Zack Préjean wiped the blood from his skinning knife onto the faded blue bottom of the apron he wore, scanning the bayou that backed up to his papa's back porch. Something had drawn his attention, but he couldn't figure out what.
He'd been working on the small gator for half an hour, figuring to take off enough fresh meat for dinner and prep the rest to deal with later-it was too small for the skin to be worth much. The calls and caws of the birds and cackles of swamp hens soothed him, and God knew he needed soothing. Spending the whole month of gator season at Chenoire wasn't what he wanted to be doing. But Papa had asked him outright for help, and he had to honor that.
Finally, he figured out what had caught his attention; the bayou was too quiet. He wedged the knife through his apron ties, covered the gator with a towel, and closed his eyes to focus on what he could hear. Footsteps coming from the path leading down to the house-heavy ones, stirring up a whiff of anger.
Zack tripped on his way through the kitchen, catching his toe on the edge of a chair because he'd been staring out the front window instead of watching where he was going. All this family time must be getting to him, because for a moment he swore he'd seen not a man on the path that angled toward the small circle of houses where the Préjeans had lived for generations.
No, he thought he'd seen an angel.
Except angels didn't stomp their feet, curse like sailors, and swat at bugs, which is what this one appeared to be doing. What the hell was a woman doing on foot way out here at dusk?
Crossing his arms over his chest, Zack leaned against the frame of the front door, silent and still, waiting to see what trouble she brought. She looked like a city woman, and city women always brought trouble.
He couldn't keep the grin off his face. Whatever else she was, his citified swamp angel was pissed off and dirty as sin. Bits of mud flaked off what might be a long, lean pair of legs underneath the grime that covered her from her shoes to the bottom of her khaki shorts-or maybe they were mud-covered black shorts. Hard to tell. Her hands flew around her head, batting at what Zack knew were probably the armies of tiny no-see-ums that swarmed near the small stand of trees this time of day. Occasionally, she swatted at her own head, giving her short blond hair a disheveled look he'd mistaken for a halo.
"Damned gnats. I'm gonna-" The angel finally spotted him and stopped in her tracks, dark-blue eyes growing wider as her gaze dropped from Zack's face to the vicinity of the knife.
He cleared his throat and stifled the laugh that threatened to escape. "You lost, Angel?"
He'd been working on the small gator for half an hour, figuring to take off enough fresh meat for dinner and prep the rest to deal with later-it was too small for the skin to be worth much. The calls and caws of the birds and cackles of swamp hens soothed him, and God knew he needed soothing. Spending the whole month of gator season at Chenoire wasn't what he wanted to be doing. But Papa had asked him outright for help, and he had to honor that.
Finally, he figured out what had caught his attention; the bayou was too quiet. He wedged the knife through his apron ties, covered the gator with a towel, and closed his eyes to focus on what he could hear. Footsteps coming from the path leading down to the house-heavy ones, stirring up a whiff of anger.
Zack tripped on his way through the kitchen, catching his toe on the edge of a chair because he'd been staring out the front window instead of watching where he was going. All this family time must be getting to him, because for a moment he swore he'd seen not a man on the path that angled toward the small circle of houses where the Préjeans had lived for generations.
No, he thought he'd seen an angel.
Except angels didn't stomp their feet, curse like sailors, and swat at bugs, which is what this one appeared to be doing. What the hell was a woman doing on foot way out here at dusk?
Crossing his arms over his chest, Zack leaned against the frame of the front door, silent and still, waiting to see what trouble she brought. She looked like a city woman, and city women always brought trouble.
He couldn't keep the grin off his face. Whatever else she was, his citified swamp angel was pissed off and dirty as sin. Bits of mud flaked off what might be a long, lean pair of legs underneath the grime that covered her from her shoes to the bottom of her khaki shorts-or maybe they were mud-covered black shorts. Hard to tell. Her hands flew around her head, batting at what Zack knew were probably the armies of tiny no-see-ums that swarmed near the small stand of trees this time of day. Occasionally, she swatted at her own head, giving her short blond hair a disheveled look he'd mistaken for a halo.
"Damned gnats. I'm gonna-" The angel finally spotted him and stopped in her tracks, dark-blue eyes growing wider as her gaze dropped from Zack's face to the vicinity of the knife.
He cleared his throat and stifled the laugh that threatened to escape. "You lost, Angel?"
My Review:
I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.
Faith Garrity goes to the bayou community of Chenoire to study birds. Along the way she runs into a little trouble. She gets her car stuck in a very big mud hole and ends up with mud on her from her head to her toes and ends up walking the rest of the way to the Préjean's place. Upon her arrival she sees this very handsome man. He is hot up one side and down the other. This hot dude is Zack Préjean. Zack is visiting his family because his dad asks him to come and help them out during gator season, Zack's family hunt gator for a living.
When Zack see Faith he is like whoa, an angel. There is one problem though most angels don't cuss and Faith is doing a whole lot of it. Not only is she covered from head to toe with mud she is swatting gnats and cussing like a sailor. Zack is just tickled pink to hear her walking down the road and hearing such language coming out of an angel's mouth.
Faith tries to talk Zack into letting her rent one of their boats so that she can go out on the bayou to study birds. But Zack tells her that she will have to talk to his father about renting the boat. Zack is surprised and happy when his father tells him to take her out in the boat. While they are out on the bayou they run into a little trouble with a gator attacks Faith. While Faith is trying to get away from the gator she finds out that Zack is hiding a secret from her and she is determined to find out what that secret is.
I have never read a book quite like Chenoire before but I really liked it and also like the fact that it was different than any other book that I have read so far. Susannah Sandlin is a brilliant author and I love her work. I have read The Penton Legacy and thought it to be amazing. In my opinion Susannah is one author to keep your eye on. I will definitely be reading more of her work hopefully real soon.
Faith Garrity goes to the bayou community of Chenoire to study birds. Along the way she runs into a little trouble. She gets her car stuck in a very big mud hole and ends up with mud on her from her head to her toes and ends up walking the rest of the way to the Préjean's place. Upon her arrival she sees this very handsome man. He is hot up one side and down the other. This hot dude is Zack Préjean. Zack is visiting his family because his dad asks him to come and help them out during gator season, Zack's family hunt gator for a living.
When Zack see Faith he is like whoa, an angel. There is one problem though most angels don't cuss and Faith is doing a whole lot of it. Not only is she covered from head to toe with mud she is swatting gnats and cussing like a sailor. Zack is just tickled pink to hear her walking down the road and hearing such language coming out of an angel's mouth.
Faith tries to talk Zack into letting her rent one of their boats so that she can go out on the bayou to study birds. But Zack tells her that she will have to talk to his father about renting the boat. Zack is surprised and happy when his father tells him to take her out in the boat. While they are out on the bayou they run into a little trouble with a gator attacks Faith. While Faith is trying to get away from the gator she finds out that Zack is hiding a secret from her and she is determined to find out what that secret is.
I have never read a book quite like Chenoire before but I really liked it and also like the fact that it was different than any other book that I have read so far. Susannah Sandlin is a brilliant author and I love her work. I have read The Penton Legacy and thought it to be amazing. In my opinion Susannah is one author to keep your eye on. I will definitely be reading more of her work hopefully real soon.
About the Author:
Susannah Sandlin writes paranormal romance and romantic thrillers from Auburn, Alabama, on top of a career in educational publishing that has thus far spanned five states and six universities-including both Alabama and Auburn, which makes her bilingual. She grew up in Winfield, Alabama, but was also a longtime resident of New Orleans, so she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football, cheap Mardi Gras trinkets, and fried gator on a stick. She's the author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance series, a spinoff novel, Storm Force, and a new romantic thriller beginning this month with Lovely, Dark, and Deep. Writing as Suzanne Johnson, she also is the author of the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series.
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