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Startled to find a brawny stranger at her mother's house, Nancy is even more surprised at the heat...

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"An erotic romance in a suspense vehicle on overdrive. . .sizzles!" —Romantic Times

Blood Will Tell

When their adored foster mother is murdered, the D'Onofrio women come together to hunt for her killer. The law can only do so much and the three sisters are on their own—until three mysterious men get involved. . .

Startled to find a brawny stranger at her mother's house, Nancy is even more surprised at the heat of passion that flares between them. Liam is intense and instantly protective. But is it wise to trust him with every secret? Her sister Nell has turned to Duncan, her new boss, for help. An expert on the dark side of cyberspace, he's so sexy it's scary. All Nell has to do is say the hardest word of all: yes. What about the youngest of the D'Onofrios, wild and willful Vivi? She's on the verge of falling in love with Jack, who's all about fierce vigilance. . .

The sisters embrace the ultimate in passion as danger stalks them all. Unknown and unseen, the killer is very, very near. . .

"McKenna expertly stokes the fires of romantic tension." —Publishers Weekly

Praise for the novels of Shannon McKenna. . .

"Pulse-pounding suspense. . .searing sex and raw emotions." —Romantic Times

"McKenna blasts readers with a highly charged, action-adventure romance." —Booklist

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"Art-hungry psychopaths" and three daring couples enliven this trio of linked romantic suspense novellas from McKenna (Ultimate Weapon). The D'Onofrio sisters' adoptive mother is a former Italian contessa who dies while being interrogated by an agent of Ulf Haupt, a Nazi SS officer's son who has picked up his father's search for the invaluable Renaissance-era sketches in the Contessa's possession. The Contessa has left clues to the location of the sketches for her daughters, who find themselves with a puzzle on their hands. Each novella follows one of the daughters as they pursue their mother's killer and the treasure she has left for them-all while seducing and enlisting the help of three helpful lovers. Though the Nazi art angle is as moth-eaten as the crooks are over-the-top, McKenna expertly stokes the fires of romantic tension.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780758228635
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 8/1/2009
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.40 (d)

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Tasting Fear


By Shannon McKenna

BRAVA BOOKS

Copyright © 2009 Shannon McKenna
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-2863-5


Chapter One

"Are you girls going to be all right?" Elsie's white brows knitted anxiously above her faded blue eyes. "I can stay, you know."

Nancy plastered what she hoped was a calm, reassuring look on her face as she gently nudged the old lady out the door. She gave Elsie's wrinkled cheek a kiss. "We'll be fine. We just need some downtime."

"But ... but I'm sure Lucia wouldn't have wanted you girls to be all alone, at such a terrible time," Elsie fussed.

"We have each other, Auntie Elsie." Nancy's sister Nell grabbed the elderly neighbor's hand. "Thanks for the casserole. You've been wonderful. Lucia was lucky to have you for a neighbor. We all are."

When Elsie was finally nudged and flattered out the door, Nancy collapsed against it, sliding until her butt hit the floor. "God. It took forever to get rid of them all. Lucia must have known everyone in town."

Nell sank down to join her. Vivi flopped onto her back onto the scratched floorboards. She clapped a hand over her eyes to block the late afternoon sun. They were all in black, for the graveside service, and Vivi's fiery locks seemed the only color in a room leached of color.

Nancy stared at her sisters, feeling empty. She always felt as if Lucia's house was a benevolent entity, enveloping and protectingits people. Now, it just felt tired and old. As if the life had been sucked out of it.

Well, it had. The warmth, the benevolence, the life that had been Lucia. The house was just a house, faded and creaking with age.

Nothing like a funeral to pop the bubbles of one's imaginative fancies. She was desperately glad Vivi and Nell were there with her.

Nell blew out a sharp breath. "I can't believe it," she said. "I hadn't been up here to see her for over a month. I thought, we'll be celebrating her birthday soon enough, so I just took on extra shifts and put it off."

"Me, too," Nancy said wearily. "I've been swamped. Two albums to cut. Mandrake going on tour. Blah blah blah. Who gives a shit, right?"

"Lucia's birthday was today," Vivi said. "We should have been drinking port wine, eating one of those grape focaccias she made. Funny. I hated that thing, but I'd give anything to be crunching grape seeds in my teeth, telling her to get with the new millennium and make fudge brownies. Getting the lecture about the importance of tradition."

"God, Vivi, please, no," Nancy pleaded. "Don't get us going."

The warning came too late. Vivi's face convulsed. The grape focacia set the three of them off. For the umpteenth time.

They carefully avoided each other's eyes when the sobbing eased down. Nell's fingers found Nancy's. "I'm so sorry you had to find her alone," Nell said. "I don't know what I would've done if it had been me."

"Same thing I did," Nancy said wearily. "Called nine one one. Fallen to pieces. I was already nervous. I'd called her two evenings in a row. She didn't pick up. Not like her. So I guess I was braced for it."

"The asshole might have called an ambulance when he saw she was having a heart attack," Vivi said. "The bastard murdered her, even if the coroner did decide not to call it that. Natural causes, my ass. Since when is being scared to death a natural cause?"

"Ironic, isn't it?" Nell mused. "The thief takes the jewelry, the stereo, and the TV, and leaves the Fabergé picture frame and the Cellini bronze. Ignorant dickhead."

"Speaking of which. We can't leave Lucia's fine art here," Nancy said. "You're the sculptor, Vivi. Why don't you take the bronze?"

"Yeah, a priceless Cellini satyr would look great on the dashboard of my van. Right next to the air freshener and the plastic Madonna."

"I thought you were through with the crafts fair circuit," Nancy said. "Didn't you say you wanted to stay in one place these days?"

Vivi shrugged. "Theoretically. Maybe someday. I guess two studio apartments in Manhattan the size of gnats' asses aren't much better than a Volkswagen van for museum-quality art exposition, huh?"

"No way," Nell said. "All I've got are books. Volumes of epic poetry don't have much direct trade value for crystal meth or heroin. How about you, Nance? Isn't your block protected by the Hells Angels?"

Nancy shrugged. "Yeah, but even so. The crack houses the next block over do not inspire confidence. So, what? A safety-deposit box?"

"We can't put Lucia's precious intaglio writing table in a safety-deposit box," Vivi said. "Damn."

The three of them dubiously regarded the table in question.

"Should we get an alarm?" Nell suggested, her voice full of doubt.

Vivi harrumphed. "Seems silly, since the house is empty."

"I'll go out tomorrow and buy a plastic tablecloth," Nancy said. "Something hideous, for camouflage. I'll take the bronze, and you take the picture frame, Nell, until we come up with a better plan."

This attempt at brisk practicality petered out into sad silence. Vivi rolled onto her side. Nancy slid her hand into her sister's long, silky mane.

"It feels so strange," Vivi said quietly. "She was our foundation, wasn't she? Now she's gone, the world's lost all its structure."

Nancy tugged Nell into the embrace. "We'll make a new structure. We've got each other, right? That's what Lucia would have said."

The group hug was a sure detonator for another sob explosion. The doorbell jangled in the middle of their sobfest, making them jump.

"I can't handle another condolence call," Nell whispered, mopping her face. "Check the peephole. Don't make any sound."

Nancy peeked out. A bored-looking young man stood there, holding a box. "Looks like a delivery guy," she told her sisters.

"More flowers?" Vivi asked.

"No, it's a smallish white box." Nancy pulled the door open. "Yes?"

"Special hand delivery from Baruchin's Fine Jewelers," the guy said. "For Lucia D'Onofrio."

"She died a week ago," Nancy said. "Today was the funeral."

The guy blinked rapidly, mouth open. This scenario was not covered by the very simple flowchart in his head. He looked helpless.

Nancy took pity on him. "I'm her daughter. I'll sign for it."

"Ah ... ah ... lemme call my boss." He called, muttered for a moment into his cell, passed the clipboard, waited as she scrawled her name. "Uh, sorry for your loss," he mumbled, abashed.

Nancy took the box into the house. "Baruchin's Fine Jewelers since nineteen thirty-eight," she read. "Anybody else want to do the honors?"

Vivi and Nell exchanged nervous glances. "Go for it," Nell said.

Nancy pried open the seals. Inside were three small identical leather boxes. Nell flipped open each box. They leaned over. Gasped.

A rectangular gold pendant was inside each box. Each was adorned with a delicate cursive letter, each done with a different color of gemstone. The N for Nancy was done in tiny sapphires, the A for Antonella in rubies, and the V for Vivien in emeralds. Diamond brilliants clustered around the letters for contrast. Each pendant had a halo of white, lacy white gold openwork swirling above the top of the rectangle. They were exquisite. It was cruel. The three of them turned away from the table and totally lost it. For at least ten minutes.

Finally, Vivi dragged a shredded Kleenex out and blew her nose. "She was going to give them to us on her birthday," she said.

Nancy nodded, loosening the V from its velvet nest. She reached around Vivi's neck, fastening the clasp. She did the same for Nell, and then her own. "We'll wear them always," she said. "In her honor."

Vivi fled to the kitchen, clutching her pendant in her hand.

Nell clutched hers, her wet eyes faraway. "She saved us, you know," she said. "At least me and Vivi. Maybe not you, Nance. You were born grown up. You could have saved yourself from the cradle. "

"Ouch," Nancy said sourly.

"It's a compliment," Nell said. "I respect and admire you for it."

"Right. Stolid old Nancy," she muttered. "Hit me over the head with a brick. I barely even blink."

"Wrong," Nell snapped. "Solid. Solid is different from stolid. You're tough. Not flaky. Tough is sexy. There's nothing sexy about flaky."

Nancy grunted. "Yeah? Ask any of my ex-fiancés."

"Hell, no." Nell made an exaggerated pantomime of spitting on the ground. "Not unless you want me to slug them out for you."

Vivi burst out of the kitchen, eyes alight. "I found it!" She waved a yellowed scrap of paper in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

"Found what?" Nancy asked.

"The recipe! For that horrendous grape thing! Schiacciata all'uva! We even have some grapes, with seeds! Elsie left some with the casserole. The recipe's in Italian, but you read Italian, right, Nell?"

Nell adjusted her glasses, took the paper out of Vivi's hand, and peered at it. "The measurements are metric, but we can find a conversion table online with Nancy's BlackBerry," she said.

Nancy was bemused. "I thought you hated the grape thing!"

"Oh, I do," Vivi assured her. "But that doesn't matter. It's the perfect thing for Lucia's wake. Just us three all sniveling together, a couple of bottles of port, and the gross grape focaccia."

Nancy grabbed her and hugged her hard. "Okay," she whispered.

None of them were good at pastry, but they put their hearts into it for Lucia's sake. Their ragged version of sciacchiata all'uva was a far cry from Lucia's elegant traditional Tuscan dish, but whatever. The oven timer did not go off. The smoke detector did. But the quantity of port they had drunk made them indiscriminating enough to actually eat some of it. It was as wonderfully awful as ever, especially burned.

They toasted Lucia until dawn, alternately laughing and crying at the impenetrable mysteries of life and death. The cruelty and the beauty of it. Il dolce e l'amaro, as Lucia would've said. The bitter and the sweet.

Nell leaned out of the passenger-side window of Vivi's gaudily painted Volkswagen van the next morning. "Take-out dinner, eight o'clock, my place," she reiterated forcefully. "Be there."

"If I can," Nancy hedged. "I've got a million things to take-"

"To take care of, yes. You always do, but you still have to eat," Vivi scolded, leaning over Nell's lap from the driver's side.

"If you're not there, we'll think you don't care," Nell warned.

Vivi's taillights glowed in the morning mist until they turned at the corner and were gone. The sky was heavy with bruised-looking clouds. Nancy's head felt bruised, too. No surprise, considering the port they'd sucked down in their drunken revels. Cathartic, yeah, but this morning she felt like something scraped off the bottom of a shoe.

Too bad. Time to get busy and do all the normal things in her crazy schedule, plus everything that had been put off last week because of Lucia's death and funeral. Fortunately for her, frantic activity was her favorite coping mechanism, considering her career choice-an agent manager for singer-songwriters and folk bands. Back in college, she'd wanted to be a musician herself. She'd learned, to her cost, that she didn't have the chops for it, and decided to make the best of it, and help the musicians who did. And that she was good at. Damn good. She had just the detail-minded, dogged determination for it.

She had nudged her handpicked group of folk artists and ensembles out of the pub and coffeehouse concert series circuits and into theaters and more prestigious folk festivals. They were getting better record deals, more airtime on radio stations. Some were poised to break into the big time. If that happened, her hard work would start to pay off. This was the last push toward that glorious day when she could hire a staff, instead of being a one-woman agency. She'd been working sixteen-hour days, sometimes working nights as well, for years.

But that was fine with her. A woman zipping around at three hundred miles an hour, six hands waving like a dancing Shiva, a cell phone in every one of them, did not have time to feel this sour, sucking hole of grief inside her. Or at least, if she did feel it, it would be on the periphery of her consciousness, not smack-dab in the center.

Even so. She pressed her hand against the ache in her middle. It was going to take some crazy scrambling to distract herself from this.

First, something hideous to cover the writing table. She got into her car, zipped down to the dollar store, and stood in the aisle for several minutes pondering the merits of hideous florals or plastic plaid in dull hues of beige and taupe. She concluded that in the understated simplicity of Lucia's front room, the quietly ugly beige and taupe mumbled "Don't notice me," whereas the checks and hideous floral squawked "What's wrong with this picture?" Or perhaps she was giving the burglars too much credit. As if those drugged-up bottom-feeders were going to be listening to what plastic tablecloths whispered to them.

It was raining when she got back. She held the package that held the tablecloth over her head as she darted up the steps.

"Excuse me, miss?"

The deep voice jolted her, and she let the package drop. It slid down the stoop, landing at the feet of a man who stood there. He stooped to pick it up. Rain sparkled on the spiky tips of his short brown hair. He stood, looked up, and her breathing stopped. Everything stopped. Time stopped. Or seemed to.

"Sorry to startle you." His words started the clock again.

That's okay, her lips tried to say, but her lungs were still immobile.

She gave him a jerky nod. Her glasses were spotted with rain. She dried them on her sweater. Even out of focus, he was amazingly good-looking. No, good-looking was too pallid a term. Cut it down to just "amazing."

She couldn't focus in on any particular detail. His broad, strong-boned face was wet with rain, but it was his eyes that did it to her. Beard stubble accented all his chiseled planes and angles of his jaw. His eyes were silvery green, the color so bright it seemed to catch the light and reflect it back. Huge shoulders. Fabulous thighs, nicely shown off by faded jeans, although she'd bet money he wasn't conscious of it. She'd also bet money that he had an ass to match.

He looked solid. Strong. Balanced. Like a rock, an oak, the earth.

He observed her for a timeless moment as the rain pattered down, and she had the sensation that everything important about her was written in a language that he could read in a glance.

She put her glasses back on. In that moment of grace before they spotted up again, she flash memorized every detail. The sweep of the dark hairs of his brows, the grooves that bracketed his mouth.

He wiped rain off his forehead with the sleeve of his wool shirt.

"Are you Nancy D'Onofrio?" he asked.

This epitome of manhood knew her name? She nodded, wishing she hadn't opted not to wash her hair. She'd slicked it into a tight bun. The peeled-onion look. She was still in yesterday's funeral black, and her breath must reek of liquor, considering how hungover she felt.

This guy, by contrast, looked clear eyed, clean living. He'd probably gotten to bed at ten and was up at five to meditate, or do yoga or some such. He probably drank something austere, like green tea. Not the sugared-up, high-test espresso she guzzled to get revved for her crazy days. She saw him in her mind's eye. Shirtless, in a yoga pose.

And, God, what was she even doing having thoughts like this, at a time like this? How freaking shallow was she, anyway?

Distraction, came the answer from a calmer place deep inside. He was eye candy. Fantasy material. Better even than frantic work as a way to not think about the ragged hole in her life. Her eyes were fogging up, and the guy's mouth was moving, and had been for some seconds already. And she'd just been staring at him.

Mouth open, no doubt.

"... Mrs. D'Onofrio here?"

Ah, God. Not again. Irrational anger flared inside her. Why was it always her goddamn duty to announce it to the world? She'd been the one to find Lucia's body. She'd called the cops. She'd called her sisters. She'd told the neighbors. She'd told the delivery people. She'd written the obit. Could somebody else please take a fucking turn?

Not his fault, she reminded herself. She shook her head.

"Lucia's dead," she croaked.

The man's face went blank. "Oh, my God," he said. "When?"

She swallowed hard, rubbed her eyes under her glasses, and tried again. "Last week," she said thickly. "The funeral was yesterday."

He was silent for a long moment. "I am so sorry," he said finally.

There was no good response to that. She'd learned that this week. Painfully. Nancy sniffed and said, "Me, too. Who are you?"

(Continues...)



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  • Posted February 16, 2010

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    Underwhelmed

    Okay Shannon...what is your deal lately??? Seriously. Cutting this book into three parts and making them into little mini rushed romances was annoying. What happened to the good ole days of "Behind Closed Doors" and the like. Do you wanna become a Harlequin novelist with some crazy psychos mixed in???

    I did not like Nancy's story at all. She seemed like a snotty bag and he seemed like a wash rag. My fav story was Nell and Duncan. Vivi's story started out promising but nose dived. Sorry but not one to brag about.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 5, 2009

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    Although a bit over the top, these three interwoven romantic suspense thrillers are fast-paced and filled with action

    "Outside the Limit". The coroner ruled that Lucia died from natural causes; having suffered a heart attack. Her three adult adopted daughters know otherwise. The intruder who broke into Lucia's home watched her die; that thug could have saved her life with a 911 call. Nancy, Nell and Vivi vow to bring the killer to justice and to recover stolen priceless Renaissance art that the D'Onofrio siblings believe is the motive. Nancy arrives at her adopted mom's house only to meet a stranger inside. Contractor Liam finds himself needing to keep Nancy safe; while she finds herself feeling safe with him and willing to tell him what she knows though she also believes it could prove costly to her and her sisters.

    "Ask for More". Nell knows who best can assist the sisters; her boss Duncan, who she is attracted to, is an expert on the deadly cyberspace underworld from his former government operative days. She asks for his help in finding clues to the missing masterpiece and he agrees to assist her as he is as attracted to her as she is to him.

    "Ready or Not". Vivi has ferocious government operative Jack who seeks justice at the limits of the law to look after her. Even he is shocked how much the wild Vivi turns him on and keeps him somewhat calm.

    Although a bit over the top, these three interwoven romantic suspense thrillers are fast-paced and filled with action as murders occur driving each couple closer to one another. Fans will enjoy this exciting tale of three sisters in the anger stage of grief seeking vengeance and recovery (of the lost masterpiece) but finding love with hunks who want to keep them safe from nasty killers.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted April 15, 2009

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    BLOOD WILL TELL

    Nancy . . . Nell . . . Vivi . . . Three sisters who know there is no force on earth greater than love . . . unless it is the desire for vengeance. When their adored foster mother is murdered, the D'Onofrio women come together to hunt for her murderer-and track down a family legacy gone missing; rare, priceless art from the Renaissance, a treasure worth killing for. The law can only do so much and the three sisters are on their own-until three mysterious men get involved . . .

    Startled to find a brawny stranger at her mother's house, Nancy is even more surprised at the heat of passion that flares between them. Liam is intense and instantly protective. But is it wise to trust him with every secret? Her sister Nell has turned to Duncan, her new boss, for help. He's an expert on the dark underworld of cyberspace, where other clues may lurk. And Duncan is so sexy its scary. All Nell ahs to do is say the hardest word of all: yes. But what about the youngest of the D'Onofrios, the wild and wilful Vivi? She's on the verge of falling in love with Jack, who's all about fierce vigilance . . .

    The sisters embrace the ultimate in passion as danger stalks them all. Unknown and unseen, the killer is very, very near . . .

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 27, 2012

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    First off, I have to say I am a huge fan of Shannon McKenna. Her

    First off, I have to say I am a huge fan of Shannon McKenna. Her writing was incredible, stories face paced, intriging with great characters and fantastic storylines. This book was different. It was three storylines with the same plot. The women have problems with relationships and sex. Having said this, I still enjoyed the book, but just not as much as her previous ones.

    Rating: 3

    Reviewed by: KellyR,My Book Addiction Reviews

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2012

    This is a great series.

    Well written, suspenseful, with people who are at least semi-believable. And the love stories are hot and romantic.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2012

    To much and Lacking

    To much cursing, to much sex to enjoy the story. Not a good read for a person who likes a more wholesome book.

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  • Posted July 26, 2012

    Not the greatest book I've read. The D’Onofrio sisters w

    Not the greatest book I've read.


    The D’Onofrio sisters were adopted by Lucia D’Onofrio when they were young teens in foster care, but they are as close as blood sisters. When their mother is murdered in a burglary, the house is vandalized after the funeral and a scrap of letter is found and a jeweler’s family connected to Lucia’s last gifts to her daughters are murdered the sisters get a bad feeling. A really bad feeling that more is going on and they could be the next targets.

    This story is told in three parts with each sister getting her own story complete with her own danger and her very own knight in shining armor. It was a bit too convenient that these guys showed up at just the right time when the poor idiot women needed them.

    Ok. The only thing that kept me reading was the mystery of the homicidal serial killer, his employer and what they were looking for that they were going to such lengths and expense to find. The mystery wasn’t a bad one, but the serial killer was an inept idiot. Though in his own thoughts he did say that while he was a professional (I had my doubts) everything about this job had gone wrong from the very beginning. Ok, I can believe that he was probably usually good at his job and this one was one of those jobs where Murphy’s Law takes over. It happens. He was just a bit too bumbling idiot for me though.

    The first story with Nancy and Liam did nothing for me but make me alternate between rolling my eyes and grinding my teeth. Nancy was a wimp of the first order and Liam was one of the biggest jerks I’ve come across in a long time. Didn’t like either of them. At all.

    The second story with Nell and Duncan was my favorite. I actually liked them even though Nell made me mad with all her carelessness when she knew someone was after her.

    The last story with Vivi and Jack was better than the first, but not by much. I liked Vivi, but Jack was also a jerk. Though it turns out he had his reasons and it’s not always easy to let go of our childhood experiences.

    So, I hung in there for the mystery and to see the bad guys get what’s coming to them, but it’s not a book I’ll ever reread. Well, ok, I might reread Nell and Duncan’s part, since I liked them and it was a hot story, but not the rest of it.

    *The publisher provided a copy of this book to me for review. Please see disclaimer page on my blog.

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  • Posted March 15, 2011

    tasting fear

    its ok

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2010

    Great

    Shannon Mckenna is just one of those authors where you cant put down her novels and when your finished, you want to gobble up another one. It was definetly worth the purchase, though some of the story lines could have been a little more creative and longer. but all an all a good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2010

    Interesting concept.

    I have read many Sharron McKenna novels but found this one unique - three sisters with individual love stories that coalesce in the final pages of the book. The individual characters are truly 'individuals' with their own foibles that somehow are brought together in a reasonably realistic manner. A duo of very nasty villains provide the catalyst that brings all three couples together in a finale that seems a little too abrupt but still remains entertaining.

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  • Posted September 18, 2009

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    THIS WAS ANOTHER GOOD BOOK FROM SHANNON MCKENNA. ALWAYS A FAN. KEEP THEM COMMING.

    The three sisters were all great characters all stuborn and determined and unique in their own way. Nancy is a lover of music and of Liam. Nell is a lover of poetry and literature, and Duncan. Vivi is a lover of art and Jack. The love scenes are not total scorchers in this book but not bad either. John and Haute were not impressive as bad guys, unless constant irritation and bad breath count, but it kept the momentum of the book going, and gave it the proper amount of thrilleresque quality. The simalarities in the three sisters stories were just that too simalar, as they each got caught by the bad guys and the big bad boyfriend came along and saved the girl, but the characters were interesting enough to keep your interest. I wanted more of the after story the happliy ever after, and you are left with a feeling of "and then what?" Overall I enjoyed the book and will read it many more times, as I do all of my Shannon McKenna books. She has a great writing style, and a flare for drama, and in alot of her books a great sense of humor and wit. Hot Night is still my favorite. The McLoud brothers series is also great.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2009

    More like Nora than Shannon...

    As an avid Shannon McKenna fan, I was disapointed in this book. I felt like I was reading Nora Roberts, rather than Shannon McKenna. Perhaps she is trying to go a little more "Main Stream". Not a bad book, just wasn't what I was hoping for.

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  • Posted August 23, 2009

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    Great read

    Tasting fear was incredible. Shannon McKenna gives steamy sex scenes as well as a good dose of suspense.

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