29 March 2017

Where Dragonflies Hover by AnneMarie Brear - Blog Tour + Excerpt!


Where Dragonflies Hover by AnneMarie Brear
Genre: Romance
Rating: 4/5


Lexi has found her dream's home but it seems that her husband doesn't like the idea of a change... While she explores the beautiful house she finds a diary of two lovers during war time. While she reads their beautiful story she starts to re-think her life... Will her marriage be strong enough for big changes?

This is a love story from the past and mixing to the present, how you discover that loving someone is a mixing of care, trust and concessions, learning that no one is perfect, neither you!
This is a beautiful story, you will read it in one stand, the story will touch you and will make you fill loved in your heart.
I don't read a lot of stories where the main characters are strong and brave enough to face that if their partners can not understand and fulfil their needs they need to split up, even if they still love each other. So I was quite surprised to see how AnneMarie Brear has created a strong woman character that knows what she wants and needs and is ready to fight for it! Good for Lexi!
AnneMarie has created a lovely story to enjoy no matter what your mood is, because you will be enchanted on how powerful is love!
How much do you love your partner?

Interested in reading it? Here's an excerpt for you to enjoy!

Where Dragonflies Hover By AnneMarie Brear
Excerpt

The late sunshine enveloped the house in a golden glow. Again, it seemed to call to her, begging for attention. A path on the left of the drive looked inviting as it meandered through a small strand of poplars. Lexi grabbed her keys, locked the car and took off to explore again. She had nothing to rush home to now, and if she got caught for trespassing, then so be it.
The overgrown pathway brought her out on the far side of the grounds near the end of a small lake. She gazed over the water towards the back of the house and noticed a paved terrace area. From there the lawn then sloped down to the water. She’d not been around the back before and fell even more in love with the property. She could imagine the serenity of sipping a cool drink on a hot summer’s day and looking out over the lake.
Lexi stepped out along the bank. A lone duck swam by, its movement serene on the glassy, dark surface. This side of the lake was in shadow from large pine trees, and she stumbled on fallen pinecones hidden in the long grass. On the opposite side of the water were some small buildings, a garage, fruit trees in early blossom, and an overgrown vegetable patch, complete with a broken, rejected-looking scarecrow.
She wandered over to a narrow shed on her left and peered through its sole, dirty window. Unable to make out much in the dimness, she walked around to the front and was surprised when she was able to pull the bolt back on the door. Why didn’t people lock things? A covered rowboat took up most of the space inside. She smiled, seeing herself rowing it on the lake. Growing more excited, Lexi edged around it to peer at the workbenches and the odd assortment of tools and useless things one found in abandoned sheds. It was like treasure hunting in an antique shop. She used to love doing that with her grandfather.
She glanced about and spied a dusty painting leaning against the wall. The scene was of a child and a brown dog. Behind the canvas were more paintings, some framed, some not. Lexi flicked through them. The ones that caught her attention she took out and set aside.
She looked for somewhere to sit and study the paintings. A small tin trunk wedged under a workbench seemed the only offering. Thinking it empty, she went to tug it out, but it remained fast.
Using both hands, she heaved it out and was showered in a puff of dust. Squatting down, she inspected the latch that was held tight with a small lock. ‘Why are you locked?’ she murmured. The shed was open to anyone passing by, yet this ugly little chest had a lock on it. The trunk was nothing special, plain and in parts rusted. No ornament or writing hinted at its use.
Intrigued, she grabbed a hammer from the workbench, but then hesitated. She had no right to open someone else’s property. Lexi closed her eyes momentarily. What was she thinking of breaking into the trunk? What am I doing? Never had she broken the law and here she was guilty of trespassing and breaking and entering! She looked around the rowboat as though expecting someone to jump out and arrest her.
Something inside urged her on. She knew she couldn’t stop now. Sucking in a deep breath, she bent and hit the lock hard. The ringing sound was loud in the quiet serenity of the garden. The metal dented and with another few solid whacks the lock gave.
Shivers of excitement tingled along her skin. Gently, she eased up the lid.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for featuring me and my book. I'm so pleased you liked it!

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