Title: Resurrecting Phoenix
Author: Isabel Lucero
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: September 24, 2015
Anniversaries are usually occasions worth celebrating, but when your fourth wedding anniversary is also the first anniversary of your husband’s death, you’ll only want to drink your sorrows away. And that’s exactly what Phoenix Nightingale does.
In the small town of Breckshire Wyoming, everybody knows everybody, so when Evan Tyler walks into the same bar she’s drowning her grief in, Phoenix knows that he’s new in town. What she doesn’t know is that he’s just moved in a few houses down from her and is about to try his hardest to break through the wall she’s had up for a year.
Phoenix has experienced a tragedy that nobody ever wants to experience. In the year following her husband’s death, she’s had what her parent’s considered embarrassing public meltdowns, and lost some friends along with her career. Just as she feels she’s at her very lowest, Evan barges into her life, forcing her to get out of the house and look at life a little differently.
He vows to help her, encouraging her to rise from the ashes and live once again. Evan doesn’t know that just by being in her life, he’s bound to send her into a tailspin, because both of them are keeping things from each other, and Phoenix may not be strong enough to handle what she finds out.
Will she pull him into the dark with her, or will he be able to resurrect Phoenix, freeing her from the depths of her depression, and show her that surviving isn’t the same as living?
REVIEW
Sometimes there are books that you read, you enjoy, but after
some time and many other books, you forget… sometimes there are books you read,
you are impressed, but still, after time, you forget those too. Isabel Lucero
writes her books with a passion that not every author has. It is this fire you
can feel behind her words, she holds you captive till the very last sentence
and you feel every emotion she tries to invoke. I have read books by many
authors, and of course like many of you, I do have my favorites. Isabel will
always be one of my favorites; I have loved her writing from the very first
book I read by her (The Secrets That We Keep, which is still one of my
favorites – and one of my very first reviews – pre blog life). If you have not
read an Isabel Lucero book, I am telling you as a reader, you are missing out.
Resurrecting Phoenix is romance that deals with love, loss,
and the rebuilding of life in the aftermath. It is a simple story about
realistic people and a tragedy that can happen to anyone of us. I think the
reason I felt so connected to this story is because the characters are so
relatable, so real, and so very honest. Phoenix is a character that is weak,
but very very strong. Her story is devastating and beautiful all at the same
time. I don’t want to give anything away about the story in my review because I
feel like everyone should experience this book like I did, without any
suspicions of what will come.
If you are ready to take an emotional ride with ups and
downs that will give you hope in love, this is one for you. Isabel knocked it
out of the park with this story, I thought she was a brilliant writer before,
but she just proved, it’s only going to get better; she is one to watch out
for!
5 stars
Tonya Nichols @ Eye Candy Bookstore.
“It looks like you have freckles,” Evan says, touching a dot of paint on my face.
I give him a small smile and take a step back. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing the longer pieces back into place. I laugh when he looks back at me.
“You have a large dollop of paint on your forehead,” I laugh.
“What?” he asks, putting his hand to his forehead.
“How much paint did you have on the roller that a huge glob fell onto you? And how did you not feel that?” I say, still laughing.
“Find that funny, do you?” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye as he takes a step forward.
“Oh no. Don’t you dare!” I exclaim, moving back.
“What? I just want you to help me get it off.” He places a small paintbrush near the can of paint.
“I don’t believe you,” I say, moving slowly away from him.
A huge grin breaks out on his face at the same time he lunges towards me. I let out a girly squeal as he grabs me and runs a paint coated finger across my cheek, under my eye.
“You have a streak of paint on your face,” he announces.
I pull away from him, my mouth open in shock. “I can’t believe you just did that,” I say, amusement clear in my voice.
I step past him and towards the paint can. Dipping my forefinger in the thick color, I turn around to look at him.
“I think we’re even,” he says, looking around the room for an escape route.
I wipe my finger across the skin under my other eye, and put my hands on my hips. “Fine. I’ll just finish painting your wall.”
Turning around, I bend down to pour some more paint into the tray. I can hear his slow and cautious steps coming towards me.
“So, we’re good?” he asks.
“Yep. Now, come help me.”
He bends down next to me and as soon as he does, I dip my hand into the paint, coating only my palm, and quickly touch his face and run it down his neck.
I’m up and running instantly.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it!” he calls.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I screech, not knowing where to run.
I go towards the bathroom, laughing the hardest I have in a long time. Evan is behind me and turning me towards him with a pull on my arm. He then puts his own paint covered hand on my cheek.
As we stand in the dim hallway, our bodies touching and chests heaving, I look into his honey brown eyes, and then to his mouth. Our laughter dissipates into a silent staring contest. His lips are perfectly proportioned, both almost the same size. Not too full, but not too thin.
Feeling a little uncomfortable with where my mind is taking me, I speak up. “I guess we’re even now.” My voice is husky as I speak the words.
Those perfect lips quirk up on the side. “I guess so.”
I give him a small smile and take a step back. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing the longer pieces back into place. I laugh when he looks back at me.
“You have a large dollop of paint on your forehead,” I laugh.
“What?” he asks, putting his hand to his forehead.
“How much paint did you have on the roller that a huge glob fell onto you? And how did you not feel that?” I say, still laughing.
“Find that funny, do you?” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye as he takes a step forward.
“Oh no. Don’t you dare!” I exclaim, moving back.
“What? I just want you to help me get it off.” He places a small paintbrush near the can of paint.
“I don’t believe you,” I say, moving slowly away from him.
A huge grin breaks out on his face at the same time he lunges towards me. I let out a girly squeal as he grabs me and runs a paint coated finger across my cheek, under my eye.
“You have a streak of paint on your face,” he announces.
I pull away from him, my mouth open in shock. “I can’t believe you just did that,” I say, amusement clear in my voice.
I step past him and towards the paint can. Dipping my forefinger in the thick color, I turn around to look at him.
“I think we’re even,” he says, looking around the room for an escape route.
I wipe my finger across the skin under my other eye, and put my hands on my hips. “Fine. I’ll just finish painting your wall.”
Turning around, I bend down to pour some more paint into the tray. I can hear his slow and cautious steps coming towards me.
“So, we’re good?” he asks.
“Yep. Now, come help me.”
He bends down next to me and as soon as he does, I dip my hand into the paint, coating only my palm, and quickly touch his face and run it down his neck.
I’m up and running instantly.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it!” he calls.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I screech, not knowing where to run.
I go towards the bathroom, laughing the hardest I have in a long time. Evan is behind me and turning me towards him with a pull on my arm. He then puts his own paint covered hand on my cheek.
As we stand in the dim hallway, our bodies touching and chests heaving, I look into his honey brown eyes, and then to his mouth. Our laughter dissipates into a silent staring contest. His lips are perfectly proportioned, both almost the same size. Not too full, but not too thin.
Feeling a little uncomfortable with where my mind is taking me, I speak up. “I guess we’re even now.” My voice is husky as I speak the words.
Those perfect lips quirk up on the side. “I guess so.”
Isabel Lucero is the author of the romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books one, two, and three in The Escort Series. She also penned the crime drama, WAR.
She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband's career in the Air Force. She's been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world.
Isabel's love for reading is anything but new, she's been reading since before she was a teenager.
She’s a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance.
She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
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