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Throwback Thursday Review: A Safe Harbor by Moira Rogers

Posted June 11, 2020 by Holly in Reviews | 0 Comments

Throwback Thursday Review: A Safe Harbor by Moira RogersReviewer: Holly
A Safe Harbor by Moira Rogers
Series: Building Sanctuary #1
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Publication Date: June 4, 2010
Format: eBook
Source: Purchased
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 84
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Series Rating: four-stars

A bootlegger will save her life. A debutante will steal his heart. Building Sanctuary, Book 1

Joan Fuller enjoyed a privileged life-until her wealth and connections garnered her the wrong sort of attention. Her rejection of a textile heir-s proposal comes back to bite her when he turns out to be a werewolf on the prowl for a mate. She may have been turned against her will, but now that she-s part of his pack she sets out to protect all its women. Even if that means joining forces with a witch and a vampire-and leaving the comfort of Boston.

Former bootlegger Seamus Whelan has cleaned up his act, but when his old partner Gavin comes to him for help, he can-t say no-no matter how deadly the threat. Escorting some female wolves to safety should have been easy, except their leader is a prim ex-debutante with enough power to challenge Seamus himself. Her courage captures his interest, and her first hesitant kiss ensnares his heart. But before they can build a haven for their kind, they must free themselves of the past-and the powerful man who-s out to teach her a lesson she may not survive-

Warning: This novella contains a rakish werewolf bootlegger forced to join forces with a teetotaling ex-debutante as they fight epic battles, engage in criminal activities and eventually give in to inappropriate passion on a kitchen counter.

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This review was originally posted on June 11, 2010.

This is a prequel to Rogers’ Sanctuary series, set during the depression era. Although I really loved the romance and learning the backstory on how Sanctuary came to be, I was a bit disappointed that more attention wasn’t given to the time period. I wish more details had been given – clothing and vehicle types, etc – to the era. As it was, the story really could have been set anytime. While that isn’t always a bad thing, in this case, I think it took something away from the story.

The characters were extremely well-drawn. I adored the strength shown by both, though especially Joan. As an alpha werewolf, it wasn’t easy for her to give up control. I love that she was able to share her strengths and weaknesses with Seamus and rely on him to share his with her. Too often with a strong female a line is crossed and she’s seen as bitchy and unbending. Not so here.

Seamus was the perfect combination of tough and caring. He was more than capable of taking care of his people and Joan’s, but he was also man enough to allow her some control. He wasn’t an overbearing alpha, but neither was he too weak or willing to put anyone in danger.

I really liked that they had some time alone together to explore their attraction and deeper feelings for one another. Though the story is short, the romance was believable.

I’m anxious to read more about how Sanctuary came to be, and I’m glad to know there will be more to come in the series.

4.25 out of 5

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Bonus Excerpt: Undertow by Moira Rogers

Posted October 8, 2010 by Holly in Promotions | 0 Comments

Undertow: Building Sanctuary, Book 2Check it out, we have an extra excerpt of Undertow by Moira Rogers. This one is spicy…


Shifting back to his human form too soon would leave him feral and edgy, but staying a wolf too long would exhaust her. After a few hours, Victor began to herd her back in the direction of the cabin, willing to deal with his own discomfort to spare hers.

   She caught on, but stopped short with a yip, and he had to nudge her on before she moved again. She paused again as soon as they cleared the trees by the cabin, watching him carefully.
   He huffed and nipped at her flank, and she danced away and bounded to the door. He’d propped it open before shifting, so she had only to push it wide and run inside.
   Magic rippled through the air as he ran in, and he found her already kneeling by the banked fire, her pale skin glinting in the dim light. “We’ll have to stir this up.”
   Victor nudged the door shut and let her see to the fire. She had the advantage now. Freed from the call of the moon, she wouldn’t fall victim to it again unless fear or pain brought the wolf to the surface.
   He had a harder battle to fight. The moon hung heavy overhead and dug claws deep into his soul. The wolf struggled, demanding another chance to run and revel, to be free and wild.
   Long minutes passed before he knelt trembling on the floor, sides heaving with rough pants.
   “You didn’t have to come back in,” she murmured. “You could stay out. I’ll be fine.”
   “So will I.” Eventually. “I wanted to come with you.”
   The flames jumped and crackled as the fresh logs caught, and Simone stood slowly. “Can I help?”
   She was naked. Beautiful. His to take. Even with pain lingering in his body, his cock stiffened. “That depends. Do you still want me?”
   She tilted her head, and a coppery curl fell over her cheek. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want you.”
   The answer was everything he needed. He rocked to his feet and crossed the space between them, stopping a foot away to admire the wicked curves of her body. Full breasts, flared hips, soft, pale skin… “You’re so beautiful.”
   She closed some of the distance, her fingertips skimming his arms as her gaze drifted down his body. “So are you.”
   He had to make it worth the wait. He had to make up for every moment of pain he’d caused her, erase it all and leave pleasure in its place. The bed was close enough to the fire to benefit from its warmth, so he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the rumpled blankets.
   When he laid her on the bed, Simone bit her lip and held out her arms. “Seems silly to be nervous, but I am.”
   Victor had no idea if Simone had taken a lover after Edwin, and had no intention of bringing the bastard up now. Instead he slid onto the bed, into her arms, and kissed her softly. “Nothing to be nervous about, darling.”
   “It’s easy for you.” She wrapped her hands around him and pulled him closer. “Every time you kiss me, I turn to mush.”
   “Just because I’m getting harder instead of softer doesn’t mean you’re not turning me to mush.”
   Some of the nervousness faded from her smile, and she teased one hand down his side. “An interesting point. One I’ll have to bear in mind.”
   He would kiss her first, he decided. Kiss her until she’d forgotten what nerves were, then trace every inch of her with his tongue. She deserved a slow seduction. Worship. He’d claim her by pleasing her.
   Her mouth opened under his, soft and needy, and she made quiet noises of pleasure. Before long, her body arched to his, hot and seeking.
   The feel of her soft skin under his fingers drove him half-mad. He spread his fingers wide on her abdomen, sweeping his thumb up and down until she nipped at his chin, then gave in and swept his hand up to cup her breast.
   Her gasp echoed in the quiet of the room as her nipple hardened under his palm. “Yes.”
   “You like this?” He teased his thumb over her nipple and delighted in the play of pleasure across her face. “Would you like my tongue? My teeth?”
   Her breath caught, and she slipped her own hand to her other breast and echoed his movements. “Both.”
   So he gave her both, teasing licks giving way to soft nips as his fingers traced her hip and her waist and the soft curve of her belly—anywhere but the beckoning heat between her thighs.
   As Simone’s pleasure grew, so did her confidence. She smiled wickedly and rubbed her thigh against his erection. “Can I touch you?”
   He couldn’t deny her anything with that light filling her eyes. “Any damn place you want.”
   Her hand skimmed his stomach and his hip. “Here?”
   If she wrapped her fingers around his dick, he’d explode. It might be worth it. “Anywhere.”
   “Anywhere,” she echoed softly, the back of her hand grazing his hard flesh. “It’s been a long time, Victor.”
   An answer to the question he hadn’t asked, and all the more reason to take things slowly. She’d tamed the feral edge of the wolf with her first hesitant smile, and it made it easy to roll onto his back. He tugged at her hand, pulling it up against his chest. “All the time in the world to get it right.”
   She sat up, kneeling over his thigh. “You won’t hurt me.”
   The fact that it was almost a question made him want to hurt someone, but he refused to bring anger to bed with them, no matter its object. “Not in a thousand years.”
   Simone released a soft breath, one he doubted she knew she’d been holding, and bent over him until her lips met his bare shoulder.
   It felt good—it felt fucking fantastic, but lying passively was its own sort of torture. He let himself thread his fingers loosely through her hair but didn’t try to guide her. Instead he channeled the need trembling inside him into words. “I’m going to spend hours touching you. So many places I want to kiss.”
   “Here?” She kissed the center of his chest, then lower. “Or here?”
   He tightened his fingers in her hair and lifted her head, giving her a deadly serious look. “I’ll let you lick my cock like an ice cream cone if that’s what you want, but you look me in the eye first and tell me you want to.”
   Again, that gentle smile. “I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to, but I do. I want to taste you.”
   Christ, he really was going to come like an overeager boy. And he didn’t care, as long as she let him keep touching her. “Do I get to return the favor?”
   She laughed and nibbled at his stomach. “Absolutely.”
   He was tempted—more than tempted—to drag her hips around and show her just what he could do with his tongue. Let her ride his mouth while she went down on him, see who lost it first. Tempting—but he didn’t want any distractions when he made her come the first time. Not for him, and not for her.
   Simone stroked his cock, lightly at first and then harder, her eyes locked with his. “I like the way you look at me.”
   “How am I looking at you?” It came out as a growl, but she didn’t seem to mind.
   “As if there’s no doubt at all,” she whispered. “Like you want me.” She touched her tongue to the head of his cock, licking delicately.
   No power in hell or on earth could have kept his hips from jerking up toward the heat of her mouth. “Like I’m imagining how good you’ll look riding me?”
   Her blue eyes darkened with passion. “Like you can’t wait to sink into me.”
   “I can’t.” Victor drove his teeth into his lower lip to keep rougher words from tumbling out. He wanted to fuck her with his tongue until she was limp and trembling. Slide into her cunt before she finished coming. Watch her face when she realized she was his.


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Excerpt: Undertow by Moira Rogers

Posted October 7, 2010 by Holly in Promotions | 0 Comments

Undertow: Building Sanctuary, Book 2Check out this excerpt from Moira Rogers latest release, Undertow.


Chapter One

   Victor hated lobsters.
   A month ago he hadn’t given a damn about the things. They were decent enough eating when someone set one in front of him already cooked, but those days of leisure were long past.
   Now he was on a boat. A boat that reeked of rotting fish, engine fuel and brine. Bad for a human nose but torment to his werewolf senses. Not even the cold could numb the unpleasant odor as Victor slammed the cover onto the bait container. “Does this have to smell so damn bad?”
   “The lobsters like it,” Guy answered matter-of-factly. The smell didn’t seem to bother him, though Victor imagined no one would know if it did.
   Victor bit back his instinctive response—Damn the lobsters—and pounded his fist on the cover of the bait container once, just to make sure it was tight. At least the day’s haul was respectable. In the month the pack had been on the island, they’d been scrambling to get traps into the waters Guy’s family had fished for generations.
   It wasn’t much, but it was food. By the end of winter, Victor imagined they’d all be tired of clams, lobster and venison, but with their tiny little island overrun with deer and surrounded by prime fishing water…
   Well, these days you ate what you could get.
   Victor shifted his attention to the crate of lobsters as Guy steered the boat toward the island’s only dock, a rickety old wooden walkway extending a good twenty feet into the ocean before ending in a floating platform. When spring rolled around, they’d have to rebuild it, and they’d certainly need to make it more permanent, but for now it served as an easy way to unload their catch.
   They were still a hundred feet from the dock when two figures emerged from the path that led up into the twisting trees. Thick coats, scarves and hats obscured shape and features, but even at this distance Victor’s body tensed in recognition. He’d agreed to spend his days on Guy’s boat to get away from her, judging the rough work better than the uncomfortable way Simone scraped his control into tatters with only her presence.
   “There’s an easier way.” He barely heard Guy’s voice over the rumble of the motor. “Ask her to leave you alone.”
   The curse of spending too long with the same companions was their unappealing ability to understand those things left unspoken. Though if anyone had to pry into his business, he supposed it might as well be Guy. Of all the men he’d worked alongside for so many years, Guy was the one who understood him best. He was the only other man who’d been born a werewolf, who’d lived with the same twisting instincts every day of his life.
   Victor jerked his gaze from the shoreline and studied the dock instead. “I can’t.”
   “Can’t or won’t?”
   “Can’t,” he replied, lowering his voice. Sound carried so easily on the water, and Simone had a werewolf’s hearing, after all. “Her instincts bring her back, even when I push her away. I don’t have it in me to push hard enough to crush that. It would hurt her.”
   Guy snorted. “I think it’s better to have done with it. She’ll be fine.”
   Yes, her wizard beau would comfort her. Victor’s fists tightened until his knuckles ached, but there was no fight to be had. His instinctive distrust of witches aside, he couldn’t attack the only healer on their island just because his pride stung. “Stay out of it, Guy. It’s not your business.”
   “Maybe not, but still.” Guy lifted a hand in greeting, and the two women returned his wave. “Don’t know much, but I know any woman would be mortified to discover she’d been making a fool of herself over a man.”
   Victor turned and leveled an unfriendly look at Guy. “That woman has a suitor. She’s not interested in me. And when things settle down and these girls know they’re safe from the corrupt packs, her wolf won’t be interested either. So let it lie.”
   Guy met his glare with a mild look. “What if you’re wrong?”
   Then maybe he’d find some relief from long lonely nights bedded down in the only privacy the island offered—the tiny cabin on his sailboat. “Make up your damn mind. Should I tell her to leave me alone or try to stake a claim on a taken woman?”
   One dark eyebrow shot up. “I wasn’t aware you wanted to claim her. I was just saying a little blunt honesty is better than leading a lady on.”
   Hell. “I said to let it lie.” They’d pulled close enough to the dock that further conversation was inadvisable, so Victor turned and raised his hand as well. The figures were more distinct now, clear enough that Victor recognized Simone’s companion—Rose, a quiet, serious young woman who seemed capable of passing endless hours in total silence.
   The two women had piled buoys on the dock, the paint so fresh he could smell it at a distance. “We heard the boat and decided to come down!” Simone called as Guy killed the outboard engine.
   Victor climbed up on the side of the boat and made the hop to the dock as soon as they were close enough. “Got through all the buoys today?” Inane small talk, but it served as something to say as he waited for Guy to throw him a rope.
   “These are from yesterday,” she told him, nudging one with her boot. “The ones we painted today are hung up near the shed.”
   Because the paint hadn’t dried yet, something he would have figured out if he’d bothered to think about it. Victor caught the rope Guy tossed toward the dock and waited for the other man to flip the bumpers over the railing before pulling the small skiff snug against the dock.
   The now-familiar task left too much room to dwell on the way Simone’s presence prickled along his skin. She wasn’t a very powerful werewolf, but she had a gentle strength that soothed the wildest parts of him. Acrid paint covered most of her scent, but underneath he caught the hint of lilacs, a subtle smell that had begun to stir his body every time she approached.
   Guy nodded to the women as he lifted the crate containing the day’s catch. “Have either of you ladies seen Seamus and Joan? I’ve got a few ideas to run by them before the meeting tonight.”
   “They should be home. Joan said they’re going to spend the afternoon going over the supply lists they gathered.”
   Which meant the alpha was planning to spend the afternoon making love to his new mate. Joan might still be the same prickly little alpha bitch who could shrivel a man’s balls with a look, but Seamus, at least, seemed to be benefiting from whatever sexual escapades went on behind locked doors. Victor hadn’t seen his old friend so content with life in decades, a fact that made his own suffering that much sharper.
   Rose spoke up for the first time, her soft voice barely carrying over the lap of the waves and the creaking of the dock. “It might be best not to disturb them.”
   Guy’s dark eyes twinkled, and he smiled at Rose. “I think you might be right.”
   The girl’s cheeks were already pink from the biting wind, but Victor thought he saw a hint of a blush before Rose smiled shyly. “It’s my turn to manage dinner for the workers. I hoped I could collect some of the catch and get an early start?”
   “Right here.” Guy jumped down to the dock with the crate. “I’ll walk with you.”
   Simone waved at their retreating backs, a rueful expression on her face. “He’s left you to deal with me and the boat. Which is a more daunting prospect?”
   He wasn’t entirely sure. “I think he’s just sweet on Rose.”
   “You didn’t answer my question.” She winked at him. “But I’ll overlook it, just this once, if you’ll tell me when you plan to leave for Searsport.”
   The trip was a week overdue, but the first blizzard of the season had made it smarter to stick close to the island. “Tomorrow or the day after, probably. You still determined to come?”
   “Yes.” She flashed him a brilliant, already familiar smile.
   Too damn charming—and not real. Oh, she was cheerful all right, the most aggressively optimistic person he’d ever laid eyes on, but she only laid it on thick when she thought someone needed encouragement—or to be worked around to her way of thinking.
   Victor quirked one eyebrow. “Still trying your smiles on me?”
   Her grin faded into a soft chuckle. “You’re the only one who doesn’t fall for it.”
   So she thought. That damn smile tugged at him every time she leveled it. “I should think you could toss a few more of them at your wizard and he’d magic you a boat out of thin air.”
   Simone looked away, out over the water. “James isn’t my wizard.”
   His wolf agreed, more than he could allow. Victor squashed that feral curiosity and kept his voice quiet. Gentle. “He hasn’t done anything inappropriate, has he?”
   Her gaze snapped back to his face, disbelief clear in her widened eyes. “What? No. He’s a very decent man.”
   He’s a wizard. Not a bias he could speak aloud, not when they owed the man too much. “Of course.”
   She studied his face, somehow seeing what he didn’t say, and frowned. “James has sacrificed a lot to help us this winter.”
   “I know.” He curled the rope from the boat around his hand tight enough to bite into his skin and let the pain distract him. “We all have our pasts. And wizards go bad too.”
   An unexpected sympathy colored her eyes, but she blinked and it was gone. “I’ll let you get back to your work. Will you be at the meeting tonight?”
   “Of course.” Victor stepped up onto the side of the boat, mostly to get away from her before he gave in to temptation and moved closer. “You’d best go rescue Rose. Guy thinks he’s more charming than he is.”
   “Don’t we all?” she asked breezily. She took a step back and then turned toward the shore, her hands shoved in her coat pockets, shoulders hunched against the chilly wind.
   He’d hurt her. In protecting himself he’d hurt her instead, and his feet landed on the floating dock before he realized he’d moved. He looped the rope around one of the cleats and tied it off in a sloppy knot, then caught up with Simone and touched her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
   She barely paused. “You have nothing to apologize for, Victor. I’ll see you later.”
   He wanted to stop her. Touch her. Hold her. She wanted to leave. Victor had never had it in him to cage a woman who so clearly wanted to escape. “Have a good afternoon, Simone.”
   “You too.” She hurried up the path, practically running now, and disappeared into the thick trees at the top of the rise, leaving Victor alone with a boat and an aching emptiness in his chest.


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Guest Author: Moira Rogers – Undertow

Posted October 7, 2010 by Holly in Giveaways, Promotions | 13 Comments

Today the writing duo that makes up Moira Rogers is here to talk about Undertow, their latest Samhain release.This series is a prequel to the Red Rock Pass series, set in Depression-era US.


Undertow is very unique among my Samhain catalogue, and it’s not because it’s a tale of werewolves and witches set in the 1930s. (It’s actually my second of those, and hopefully will not be my last!)  No, what makes it unique out of the eight books my writing partner and I have written for Samhain is that it’s the only one with no antagonist.

We write books with bad guys. More often than not, our hero and heroine are fighting for the chance to fight the bad guy together. In the end, no matter how much they want to be together, there’s always something tearing them apart–something they can only overcome as a team.

When we started Undertow, we knew it would be different.  They’re not people swept up in extraordinary events, but people who’ve survived years–or decades–of hell, and are fighting their way to a little bit of peace.  Their biggest battle was with themselves, and their pasts, but it was battle enough.

Setting a series of books about traumatized survivors eking out a frontier-style existence on an island during the Great Depression is challenge enough, but we made them werewolves and witches, as well, adding a whole new level of complexity–and trouble.

Between the difficulty of the times, the lack of supplies, the unpleasant winter weather (on an island off the coast of Maine!) and their supernatural instincts, Victor and Simone had more than enough to struggle with.  Getting them to happily ever after was one of the scariest adventures of my life, which just goes to show you don’t need a bad guy to stir the pot.

How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.

By day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com. (Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered imaginations.)

I love stories that focus directly on the couple. Action and adventure is great, but sometimes it’s nice to see two people overcome hurts from their past and accept love.

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Review: Undertow by Moira Rogers

Posted October 7, 2010 by Holly in Reviews | 0 Comments

Review: Undertow by Moira RogersReviewer: Holly
Undertow (Building Sanctuary, #2) by Moira Rogers
Series: Building Sanctuary #2
Also in this series: A Safe Harbor
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Publication Date: October 5, 2010
Format: eBook
Source: Publisher
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 89
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Series Rating: four-stars

Victor left behind a life of crime to focus on a new vision--helping his alpha build an island sanctuary for werewolves. Harsh experiences prepared him for the hardships involved, except when it comes to dealing with the young female refugees of the brutal Boston pack--especially Simone, who rouses his inner wolf like no other. A woman he must resist, or risk becoming just the latest man to make demands on her.

Born to wealth and privilege, Simone lost everything when she fell for the seductive whispers of the textile heir who turned her. Once adrift, now she is fired by a new sense of purpose--the chance to broker peace between werewolves and European wizards. Yet even as Europe beckons, her instincts--the same ones that led to trouble before--keep drawing her back to Victor.

During a sailing trip to the mainland for supplies, Victor finds it impossible to hold himself aloof from the warm, engaging Simone. And when a winter storm traps them together during a full moon, she breaks through his walls so easily and completely, the question is no longer how he'll stay away, but how he'll let her go.

This book is the second in a series of prequels to Rogers’ Red Rock Pass series. Although I don’t feel it’s necessary to read these books before reading the Red Rock Pass series, I would highly recommend reading A Safe Harbor, the first book in this series, before reading this one. Many of the details of the first novella are vital to the story here. I don’t think you’ll have as great an appreciation for the characters if you skip A Safe Harbor. As it was, I had to set this one aside in favor of a re-read of the first book to catch up.

I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about Victor after reading the first book. In it, he was angry, bitter and never minced words. Although I can like that in a man, I wasn’t sure Victor had enough redeeming qualities. I should have know Rogers wouldn’t disappoint me.

Although Victor is gruff and outspoken about the things he dislikes, he’s a very honorable man with strong convictions. His sense of right and wrong is very defined, and he knows his responsibility is to take care of those who are weaker than himself. Since many of the new wolves on the island they’re setting up as a sanctuary were abused in one way or another, his instincts have been battering him like crazy to step up and make them feel better. He’s wanted Simone from the beginning, but he won’t pursue her because he thinks she’s with someone else. He doesn’t want to risk her happiness by forcing his suit if she doesn’t want it.

I liked that he held himself in check because he wanted Simone’s happiness above all other things. I did wish at times he’d say “screw it” and toss her over his shoulder, but that would have gone against everything he believed in and I wouldn’t have loved him as much as I did.

Simone wasn’t an alpha wolf, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t strong. She wanted Victor and she pushed for him to see her as a woman, not as a wounded victim. It wasn’t easy, but she told him how she felt and chided him for hiding his feelings from her. I did find myself becoming impatient with her over her residual guilt for not saving everyone from their original tormentor. Although I understood her feelings, it was hard not to become frustrated when it was obvious there was nothing she could have done. Luckily she had friends who were willing to point this out, so it was a minor thing and not something that took away from my overall enjoyment.

I really liked Simone and Victor together. They had chemistry in spades. It was obvious to everyone – the reader included – that they were meant to be together. It took them a little longer than the rest of us to figure it out, but I enjoyed watching them get there.

There was no outside conflict here. I liked that the demons they had to fight weren’t flesh and blood, but borne of events from their past. I do wish we’d gotten more of Victor’s history. It seemed like there were things he was holding back. I really wanted to see him open up and share his thoughts, feelings and past with Simone.

Overall this is a sweet story of two people coming together to find love, acceptance and understanding. I wish it had been longer so the relationship could have been more fully explored, but enjoyed it for the most part.

4.25 out of 5

The series:
A Safe Harbor: Building Sanctuary, Book 1Undertow: Building Sanctuary, Book 2

Check out my review of A Safe Harbor here.

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