REVIEW TOUR: Haunted Melody by Alyson Santos

Haunted Melody: A Ghost Story, a hauntingly beautiful paranormal romance by Alyson Santos is NOW LIVE!

They say death is the end.

I thought so too until I learned it's just the beginning.

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I'm so unsure how to rate Haunted Melody. I'm torn between a 3 and a 4 star rating. Honestly, Alyson Santos is usually a 5 star read for me. Her writing is lyrical. It's poetic. Even with this book. Her story telling is perfection. The blending of her words. The torment of Milo. His pain. I can't forget the actual lyrics either! This woman, she can write some insanely talented songs. Ones that I wish I could hear with Milo's gravely and gruff voice. Plus I have to say the entire storyline and twists in the book are fantastic ideas.

While this book had the signature feel of an Alyson Santos book, I was missing a few things. I loved the opening chapter but was a bit confused with what the actual story behind the house had to do with it being the landing zone for the dead. Did I miss a correlation here? I also spent the first 50% confused which really isn't a bad thing as that happens a ton lately with plot twists... I love a good surprise. Plus I really understand that we weren't supposed to know what was going on.

More than all that, I think my main issue is I didn't feel like I really got to know the characters. I felt like the character development was a bit off. Which, I feel horrible saying as I have loved every character from this author. I still can't think of Jesse without swooning. It also seemed like they were immediately in love. I'm all for some insta love when it's believable but this seemed too fast. I'm also aware that this is completely different from Miss Santos normal books. I was looking forward to that. I read a huge range of books and often skip from genre to genre because just romance is a bit too much love and happiness all the time (lol). I kind of wish she had stayed on the path of Grave Lady and not gone the love story route.

Anyway, at this point I'm rambling. It's hard to say you liked a story when you aren't sure if you did and I'm pretty much in the middle of the road. So much of it was good but it wasn't a fit for me. I will continue watching for this author. Her writing is truly beautiful and her stories are always unique.

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.

About Alyson Santos

I'm a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it's a real problem.
I write what needs to come out, whether it's pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.
I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you.

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Sometimes you need to let yourself fall…

Recently divorced Sienna Porter has the life she’s supposed to. A house, career, even a hot young contractor working upstairs to distract her. At thirty-eight, she’s entitled to a little fun (according to her best friend, anyway).

Pain, though— it’s so clever in the way it infects hope and poisons happiness.

Jace Beckett should be flying high. Talented, driven, and disciplined, he’s far beyond his twenty-three years. He’s used to the game, the attention his looks and highly-trained body get from women. Doesn’t mean he likes to play.

Doesn’t mean his own secrets aren’t intent on tearing him down.

It’s just a fling. Sexy. Temporary. It’s not supposed to last. It’s not supposed to transform into love. It’s certainly not supposed to become the air you breathe and everything worth fighting for.

EXCERPT:

His smile is patented Jace Beckett, but the rest? I forget all about my own drama.

“You okay?” I ask, pulling back and searching tired aqua eyes.

“Fine, yeah.” Another quick smile and he’s heading to the stairs. “Mind if I take a quick shower? I came right from work.”

“Of course.”

I follow his exhausted climb to my suite and watch as he fishes through a bag he brought. A bag? Who takes a suitcase to work?

“You sure everything’s okay?” I ask.

“Absolutely. I’ll just be a minute.”

There’s nothing sexy about watching the man you care about lie to you. This time when he strips and cleans up there are no games, no flirting glances from either of us. He’s focused, shoulders sagged, and I’m hurting for him. I only wait for a few minutes before I decide to distract myself by preparing food. I leave him to finish up and head down to the kitchen.

I’m chopping lettuce, veggies, and grilled chicken for a garden salad when he joins me, looking much more like the sexy, confident man I know.

“Looks great,” he says, moving behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. My body instinctively relaxes into his, my knife stalling on the cutting board. We’re so beautifully connected right now, so why is he lying to me?

I let go of the knife and turn so we’re facing each other, but his lips erase any chance of a confrontation. I weave my fingers through his damp hair to take in more. He hardens against me, and my hips respond with an agonizing jerk. His reaction intensifies, and soon we forget all about food and lies. We are hands and mouths and need, undulating in unison against the counter. I moan at the effect of his mouth on my neck, his hands running over my curves, god, my need to feel every line of his body. I push my hands over his ass, forcing our hips into perfect alignment.

“Dessert first?” he breathes against my ear.

“Yes, please.”

I pull off his shirt, suffering—savoring—the streams of tiny explosions firing through my body as I enjoy my favorite picture: Jace Beckett, bare, hungry, messy hair falling in his beautiful eyes, that guitar pick chain slightly askew against his tanned, hard chest. I could stare all day and never get enough. I reach for him with trembling fingers. If I touch him will he be real? But the heat radiating through my fingers is from skin not stone. His eyes close as he draws in a long breath.

“What’s really going on?” I whisper, tracing the stubble along his jaw.

I almost shudder when his eyes return to mine. “I’m scared, Sienna.”

Oh god. The glisten in his eyes is so painful. Something I never thought I’d see, never wanted to see. I’m filled with a sudden intense hatred for everything in this world that would hurt him.

“Please tell me.” I center his face with my palms, brushing lightly with my thumbs.

It’s right there. Whatever it is, is about to shatter my world too when—

“Oh my!”

Jace’s gaze locks on her first, and I twist my head back. Crap! As if I needed more reasons to resent my mother.

“We’re having a private conversation, Mom. Can you give us a second?”

Her brows lift, lips forming into a thin line. “I can see that. I’ll be in my room.”

Mortified, I’m almost afraid to face Jace again, but his face has come alive with humor when I finally turn back.

“Who would’ve thought it’d be your mom getting in our way?”

“I need her to go back to Florida,” I whisper because I’m still ten years old when she’s in the house.

His laugh, usually so soothing, shoots a wave of disappointment through me, regret for the moment we lost. It’s not the sex I miss, but the intimacy of the secret he’d been about to share. The opportunity is obviously gone when he backs away and pulls on his shirt. I study him for another second as he starts gathering utensils for dinner.

He’s scared. I believed it fully in that moment. Now? He hides in plain sight like no one I’ve ever known. Another pang shoots through me.

“Jace… What you were saying before—”

He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Want me to start the carrots?” When his back turns, I know he’s gone. I’ve lost, stuck once again with the version of Jace Beckett everyone gets. It’s not fair because he’s the only one who sees me. I try to muster anger at the injustice but he’s impossible to resent. I just end up smiling at the way he attacks the carrots and cucumbers.

“Those peelers are meant to glide over vegetables, not hack them to death.”

“What’s with this thing anyway? Don’t you have a normal peeler?”

“What’s a normal peeler?” I ask.

“I don’t know. The ones with the”—he waves his hands in an unhelpful demonstration—“the thing with the thing.”

“Ooh, right. The thing.”

He snorts and bumps my shoulder with his. “Sorry if I’m not a gourmet chef.”

“No one’s perfect.”

He hands me the shredded carrots to chop. “You pretty much are.”

“Me?” I choke out.

Zero: the number of times I ever thought that.

Zero: the number of times others have.

“Why are you so shocked by that?”

“Because! I…” …what? Just because.

That cucumber looks dangerous in his hand. Then again, I bet he knows how to kill someone with it.

“Do we need to have this discussion again?” he asks, jabbing it toward me.

“What discussion?”

He lowers the vegetable to a safer angle. “Sienna, you’re amazing. You are instinctively compassionate. It’s incredible the way you want to jump in and save everyone.”

“You’re one to talk,” I mutter.

He smiles. “And you’re so smart. You picked up the guitar, the karate stances, everything, so quickly. And your career? I couldn’t begin to figure out all those numbers and spreadsheets.” He shakes his head. “I have no idea what you see in me.”

I stare over at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

He shrinks a bit, smile growing at my animation.

“Unbelievable,” I say. “What I see in you? Do you honestly not understand what I see in you?”

I drop my knife and force him to face me again. “You...” My voice gets lost in his gaze. “You’re everything,” I whisper, pulling him in for a long kiss. He deepens it, and I know, I know, Jace Beckett will be the love of my life. No doubt, no turning back, and no choice left except to absorb the abject terror of that reality.

About the Author:

I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem.

I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.

I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you.

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COVER REVEAL: Young Love by Alyson Santos

Title: Young Love

Author: Alyson Santos

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Bruiser Designs

Release Date: July 25, 2018

Blurb

Sometimes you need to let yourself fall…

Recently divorced Sienna Porter has the life she’s supposed to. A house, career, even a hot young contractor working upstairs to distract her. At thirty-eight, she’s entitled to a little fun (according to her best friend, anyway).

Pain, though— it’s so clever in the way it infects hope and poisons happiness.

Jace Beckett should be flying high. Talented, driven, and disciplined, he’s far beyond his twenty-three years. He’s used to the game, the attention his looks and highly-trained body get from women. Doesn’t mean he likes to play.

Doesn’t mean his own secrets aren’t intent on tearing him  down.

It’s just a fling. Sexy. Temporary. It’s not supposed to last. It’s not supposed to transform into love. It’s certainly not supposed to become the air you breathe and everything worth fighting for.

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I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem.

I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.

I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you.

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They may be refugees but Andie Sorenson never chose to flee when government forces abduct her to the “safety” of a military-operated compound. Caught in an ugly civil war no one understands, she’s now a number, a uniform, her future reduced to three stale meals a day with the strangers who share her fate. She’s nothing, no one—until a random act of compassion and an electric smile turn her prison into a refuge.


It’s his eyes, his heart, his beautiful soul drowning in an ocean of secrets. Lance Corporal Kaleb Novelli is an enigma, but with each plunge through another layer, Andie finds herself captured in a way she never imagined. She knows they have no future. They can’t even have a present, but that doesn’t stop her heart from committing to a man she can never have. The only one she trusts in this battle of lies and manipulation.


But they’ve found their paradise in hell, and she can’t shake the feeling that Kaleb Novelli is not just a player. He’s the game.


This novel is a work of fiction and intended for mature readers. Events and persons depicted are of a fictional nature and use language, make choices, and face situations inappropriate for younger readers.

 

Alyson Santos is one of the most underrated authors I have ever read. Her stories are so full it heart and soul that you can feel the pain and emotions that Ms. Santos puts into her stories. So much of this book, at least 50%, helped build Kaleb’s and Andie’s characters so that I felt so close to them. I was drawn in by the originality that Ms. Santos produced by alternating the point of views. However, she decided to give the reader Andie’s point of view first followed by Kaleb’s point of view. I really enjoyed the flashbacks and memories. Both seemed to help connect the characters and the events. 

I’m not going to go into the storyline of this book. I really feel like it’s too easy to slip up on some spoilers and I don’t want to tell you anything you didn’t read in the blurb or and excerpt. Besides the fact that this is spoiler possibilities everywhere I just don’t think I could form words that would give this any justice. I can’t even figure out how to classify Traitor into a genre. I’m not sure where it would fall since it has several possibilities like dystopian, some type of war novel, romance, or drama, perhaps its suspense... it just hurts!! It dark and gripping, seriously gut-wrenching; a book that will stick with you long after you finish.

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.

 

 

 



 

EXCERPT:

 
His teasing smile plunges through me, settling low, hot and pulsating. It’s a dangerous offer, because soon, I’m on his lap, grasping his hair, claiming his mouth before he can change his mind. Our kiss intensifies, and my brain surrenders to instinct. It wants more, weeks of imagination straining for release. I want to own the smile that melts me, the eyes that haunt me, the compassion that transforms me.


He braces his hands on my back, and I gasp at the flames ripping through my veins. My groan leaks out when he hardens beneath me, and my body instinctively tries to pull him in. God, he feels so good, tastes so good. He’s infinite. There is no enough of this man. There are too many layers, and each one leaves me aching for the next.


I grip the collar of his shirt as he tugs at my hem. Fabric can be damn frustrating, and I’m desperate to fight through it. I want it all: mind, body, and soul, but he pulls back. Eyes clenched, captivating in that moment—overwhelming—I can’t bear the pain of the separation about to come. I’m already suffering the chill of the space between us. I breathe in my own recovery while he hauls himself together, but I don’t object. I care about him too much to make his battle unbearable with a direct assault on his will. I know his struggle against feelings he’s not supposed to have. A relationship he’s not allowed to have. I already broke my promise and won’t cause more agony for the man I’m terrified I’m coming to love.


It takes all my strength to distance myself when he can’t break us apart this time. His expression mirrors my heart, anguish and relief, as I round the corner of his desk to lean on a safer side. Our eyes lock through the gap, both of us aware of what happened, and all the reasons why it shouldn’t have.



 

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I'll go through hell to get her back.
And I just may have to.

Heaven knows Hell is ruled by Roberto Novelli, leader of the free forces.

Rynne may belong to him.
But she'll always be mine.

Of course I’d return for her.
Of course I wouldn’t leave her alone with Roberto and his temperamental vengeance.
She better get used to having me around, because I'm prepared to fight death itself to protect her.

After two years as his second-in-command, I can say with certainty that he isn’t human. No, the man I revered, the man I considered a mentor, is a demon. A soulless apparition that values nothing above his Cause. It earned his son a death sentence and me a hard truth about the man I served.

But I’m a rebel—a warrior—and after defying his orders, I’m back to face the monster no one’s been able to tame. My first objective though? Convince him not to kill me too.


About the Author:
I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem.
I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.
I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you.


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I’m unpredictable.
A genius, an underachiever.
I’m the song, the voice, the passion, the pain.
I am failure.
I do music because it’s what I am, but sometimes that’s not enough.
A slave to my nature, I wait for it to show mercy and drop a gift in my lap.
Because the music chose me.
I’m its victim not its gift.

She destroyed my career.
Ruined my life.
Pushed me from the shadows and exposed my lies.
She’s the fire that destroys lesser men,
and now her flames are aimed at me.
She loves to watch me burn,
but the part we never saw coming?

Sometimes it takes a fire to ignite a spark
And slay the darkness.

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About the Author:

I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it's a real problem.

I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other.

I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you.

Connect with Alyson!

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