Genre: Romantic Suspense/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 1st
One flicker of a flame ripped my life apart. For two years now my body has defied my will to live and although the shell of my existence still roams this ungodly world-my heart died along with my wife and son. Their blood is on my hands and living my meaningless life carefree is the ultimate punishment of my self-conviction.
Never lettin’ friends get too close to identify my pain, I suffer in the confines of my own heart, quietly. All they see is the mask-the humbled, empathetic man. Not the guilt stricken tortured soul I truly am.
Our worlds collided like vehement waves of the perfect storm thrashing through the sea. Neither of us expected it, but both of us need to be saved from our own pain and destruction.
But the ship sailed too fast.
Fear and confusion consume me and I make the mistake of leaving her lost at sea just when she needs me the most; just when her greatest predator would strike.
Strugglin’ to survive through the wreckage my heart has been battered with, I have to battle my feelings and decide if I’m prepared to fight the darkest pits of hell to save her and Mend the Seams of her fragile heart or let her go completely. After all, she ain’t even mine to claim.
“Rumors are carried by haters, spread by fools and believed by idiots. I do believe I’d find myself a new pack of friends if I were you gals. Last I checked, I left high school in 2005, so this idol gossip y’all are dealin’ in is highly unbecoming of you.”
“Damn my conscience has a sharp tongue, and sadly it’s usually right.”
“He looks at you as if you stole the breath from his lungs, as if you’re the only person in his sight.”
This volume contained more suspense and had a considerably thicker air of melancholy and regret than the first two, but given the two protagonists and their combined histories of abuse and sorrow, it was to be expected. Mend the Seams was full of anguish, melodrama, and heart squeezing despair. Ms. Webb has an evil knack for maintaining the tension and despondency, while turning me inside out, even when I don’t want to go there. I like most of Sella Webb’s characters, but I completely adore Luke, and want a Happy Ever After for him more than any other character in the series. While I am no fan of angst, I am hopelessly addicted to this series and must know what happens to these larger than life personalities. Although I am desperately hoping the next volume is significantly lighter in tone, and with a return of the clever wit, sass, and steam that I have come to expect from the talented Ms. Webb.
Silla Webb is a Kentucky native, raised in the heart of the Eastern Kentucky coal fields. A coal truck driver’s daughter, and a railroader’s wife, the coal fields own a special place in her heart.
Silla is a work at home, Super Momma to three rowdy boys, who keep her on her feet from daylight to sunset. As a pass time from her everyday life, Silla started a blog-Momma’s Secret Book Obsession, for reviewing romance novels. From there, she realized that not only did she have a natural love for reading and reviewing, but she found that lost love of writing that she once had as a young girl.
When she isn’t conquering the world as a wife, momma and Super Woman, Silla loves to lay on the front porch swing and read while sipping sweet tea, just passin’ the day away.
#embracethewreckage #mendtheseams #LukeAshton #BuriedSecrets
Genre: DARK Erotica/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: Summer 2015
The angry hatred that fills my bones for every damn last
Simon out there.
The starving need to avenge the life I was cheated of.
My father-Matthew Varney was heinously murdered when I was
only three years old. Since learning the truth about his death at fourteen, and
the identity of my real father-the man directly responsible for his demise, I
have hungered for retribution.
Shame hindered the truth of his only son’s existence, but
once he exhaled his dying breath-the plan for my revenge was set in motion. As
the sins of the father devour me, the darkness consumes me whole. With each
life scarred and ruined at my hands-my control of the situation slips further
from my grasp. I crave the blood that spills onto my hands. Debts are due to
me, and I am willing to crawl through the depths of darkness to claim the
retribution of that I seek.
I am the bastard son of Big John Simon and this is my story.