Author: P.M. Terrell
Published: September 2013
Genre: Romantic Suspense
~ Synopsis ~
Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides when he discovers a journal kept by an uncle five generations earlier, detailing the same type of murders as the Night of the Big Wind swept the Atlantic Ocean across Ireland in 1839.
As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlyn O’Conor, the woman lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.
Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?
As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlyn O’Conor, the woman lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.
Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?
A provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destinies.
One of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards, cross-genre category and a nominee for the 2014 International Book Awards
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p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than twenty books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.
Review
It 's a book very compelling and addictive, you'll catch from the first pages. It 's a complete and rich novel: it is a mystery with a love story, a bit of history and of paranormal.
The detective protagonist of this story is an Irish, grumpy, who speaks little but he knows his job very well done. There were three murders within a few days: they are women all very similar in appearance but seem to have nothing in common. There is a journalist from Atlanta who wants to talk to him but avoids her. He find her in front of his house and discovers with astonishment that it is the woman who for years populates his dreams. He invites her to dinner and end up in bed together. The next day in the office he discovers that the woman has some information that may be useful to solve the case but above that is a married woman. It 's really well written, with a style sliding. Must read for those who love romantic suspense and the Irish
The detective protagonist of this story is an Irish, grumpy, who speaks little but he knows his job very well done. There were three murders within a few days: they are women all very similar in appearance but seem to have nothing in common. There is a journalist from Atlanta who wants to talk to him but avoids her. He find her in front of his house and discovers with astonishment that it is the woman who for years populates his dreams. He invites her to dinner and end up in bed together. The next day in the office he discovers that the woman has some information that may be useful to solve the case but above that is a married woman. It 's really well written, with a style sliding. Must read for those who love romantic suspense and the Irish
Excerpt
They were bites away
from finishing their meal when the sky opened up. There might have been a
warning, had he been by himself and able to observe his surroundings; but by
the time he noticed the trees bending deeply and the gray clouds roiling, the
rain had descended on them in a torrent. Within seconds, their food was
floating.
A tiny shriek escaped
Cathleen’s lips as she vainly tried to keep the rain off her head.
Ryan jumped up, grabbed
her wrist and in one fluid movement, had her on her feet. They raced for the
back door, managing to rush inside just as a wicked clap of thunder sounded,
followed almost instantly by a white streak of lightning.
Once inside, he closed
the door, plunging them both into relative silence. He turned around, an offer
to get her a towel on his lips. But when he laid eyes on her, the words froze.
She was completely drenched. Her hair was hanging in folds from which water
streamed until it formed a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her thin blouse was
plastered to her body and seemed to highlight the black lace bra beneath. It
further accentuated a slender waist before giving way to jeans that she now
appeared to have been poured into. Her feet were soaked and as he took in the
petite toes peeking out, he found himself staring at the pink polish and a
Celtic toe ring before his eyes moved back up her body.
By the time they
reached her eyes, he felt as if he was on automatic pilot. His mind was
completely blank, his emotions swept away. He stepped toward her at the exact
moment he reached out and pulled her to him, the wet blouse teasing his chest.
He didn’t look in her eyes but closed his as his lips locked onto hers.
They were everything
he’d dreamed about; full and moist and soft. But she wasn’t kissing him.
He stopped and took a
step backward, separating them. She stood perfectly still and stared at him
with eyes that had grown round and huge. Her face had lost its color and as she
continued staring at him, he realized she was in shock.
Horrified with his own
boorish behavior, he stumbled over his words. “I am so sorry. I’ve never done
anything like that in my life—”
She rushed at him and
for the briefest of moments, he didn’t know if she planned to slap him or
pummel him or push him to the side to rush out the door. He staggered backward
to get out of her way but when she descended on him her arms encircled his
neck, pulling his head down to hers. When their lips met again, hers were
slightly open and she met his mouth with a passion he had only dreamed about
but had never fully experienced.
Ryan’s arms wrapped
around her; pulling her to him so tightly he had to contain himself to keep
from bruising her. She tasted sweet and fresh, the raindrops mingling with
perspiration and a fragrance that was both soothing and wild and which seemed
to envelop them both in a sensual cocoon.
His large hand found
her face, the palm cupping her chin while his fingers stroked her jaw. Her skin
was as soft as silk and moist from the rain; and as her lips parted further to
allow him in, he thought he could never get enough of her. As one hand wandered
to her hair, weaving his fingers through the long tresses, a mingled scent of
citrus and florals wafted upward, growing in intensity as he fondled her locks.
He pressed his body
against her, tightening his hold on her as his other hand explored her back,
kneading her skin through the thin, wet blouse. Her breath was coming in short
shallow bursts now and he could feel her heart quickening as he pressed ever
closer. When she sighed softly, he opened his eyes and when she moaned, he
reluctantly drew back from her, his muscled chest rising and falling and
yearning.
Her face was flushed,
the heat rising in her cheeks in a way that tantalized him. Her plump lips
remained slightly parted and as he gazed at them, he realized he might have
bruised them despite his efforts to control his passion. As his eyes found
hers, he discovered them staring at him in a way that disarmed him. The gold
flecks he had seen earlier appeared to have grown and now they nearly glowed as
she looked at him. They were tumultuous, the colors dancing under her long,
curved black lashes. But it was the raw emotion in them that gripped his soul;
he’d seen desire before and had witnessed passion but there was something
more—something deeper. It was trust, he realized with a start. As if she was
standing before him, naked to the soul and she was entrusting herself to his
care.
In his peripheral
vision, he could see her chest rising and falling with her jagged breath and
each rise threatened to take him closer to the peak of desire.
Author P.M. Terrell
p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than twenty books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.
Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.
Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee and her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee. The Tempest Murders was one of four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards, cross-genre category, and a nominee for the 2014 International Book Awards.
She is also the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns funded by it, visit www.bookemnc.org.
She sits on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.
For more information visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com, follow her on Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at www.pmterrell.blogspot.com, and on Facebook under author.p.m.terrell.
Website: http://www.pmterrell.com
Twitter: @pmterrell
Any Others: http://www.vickisangelfish.blogspot.com (based on the series Black Swamp Mysteries and the CIA operatives’ front as angelfish breeders) and http://www.bookemnc.blogspot.com (p.m.terrell is the founder of Book ‘Em North Carolina)
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Thank you for hosting me, and thank you for the review of The Tempest Murders. I am honored that the book was one of only four finalists in the 2013 USA Best Book Awards (cross-genre) and it's done so well that a sequel is due to be released in September, entitled The White Devil of Dublin. I'll be checking back later in the day and answering any questions anyone might have for me.
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