I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
If you’ve read the other two books in the series, you know that this author writes with all of her heart. Forever Sheltered is no exception.
Tina doesn’t do attachments. Not again. Not anymore. One and done is her motto. She spends her days as an art therapist at a hospital. When she meets the mysterious Dr. Darion Marks, she begins to second guess her rules. Darion. A doctor with a secret. Or two. He isn’t supposed to get involved with anyone. His time and efforts are dedicated to his sister. But the moment he comes in contact with Tina, those rules are gone. Two people. With secrets. With rules. For the first time these two may have found a reason to break them.
“Let me shelter you.”
The characters of this story is Forever Sheltered will stay with me for a long time. While Darion is mysterious, he is an amazing, self-less, loving man. His love for his sister knows no boundaries. He loves with truth and conviction. And Tina? She is a free spirit. Brave and feisty. Despite her past, she is strong. You felt their connection the moment they met. And their connection grew deeper the more they were around each other. Both believed that their pasts and circumstances made them unworthy of love. This is no insta love. We are dealing with two strong, stubborn individuals. But each encounter peels back the barriers over their hearts. Their story is consuming and well worth the journey.
Forever Sheltered is one of those books that grabs you from the first page and doesn’t let you go until the end. This story of love, loss, discovery, and the meaning of forever was beautiful. The flawless writing of the style immerses you into the lives of Tina and Darion. It has been a long time where I’ve read a story where both characters are vulnerable and open where they grow in love. Their story of love and hope gives meaning that love heals all. That with love, you take risks. Because the person most deserving of your heart will make it worth it. What a wonderful addition to this series.
The voice that came from the door was like an icy blast. “Do you have any more personal questions that are completely out of line for your relationship with my patient?”
I whipped around. Dr. Darion stood in the door, glowering like a gargoyle.
“I—I was just asking about a song Cynthia performed for me yesterday.”
His eyes narrowed. I wondered what I possibly saw in him before, because now he was clearly the biggest jerk in the universe.
He snatched my arm and dragged me from the room.
I tried to wrench free as he moved us down the hall. “What is going ON with you?” I asked.
“Hush,” he said.
We turned down a narrow corridor, and he buzzed us through a door with his ID. I had never been in this part of the hospital and tried to figure out where we were. The back side of ICU, maybe.
He shouldered open a door marked Surgical Suite B. The room was dim and empty. Boxes were stacked along one wall, and it had an unused smell to it, stuffy and antiseptic. A pair of gurneys were pushed together next to a line of cabinets.
“What is this about?” I asked, jerking my arm out of his grasp.
“Why were you in Cynthia’s room asking questions?”
“Why are you dragging me through the hospital like a lunatic?”
We were only inches apart, me defiantly on my toes to try to eliminate the advantage of his height.
“You have no business questioning my patients or their family.”
Oh, I wanted to punch him. My hand curled into a fist. “You are an awful man, Darion Marks.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up, then down, like he had swallowed something nasty. “I’m sorry I dragged you down here,” he said.
I shoved at his chest. “Sorry? You just embarrassed the hell out of me! No telling who saw that.”
I pushed him again. I was really in a fury. “Are you TRYING to get me fired?”
The contact between us sparked, like a match being lit. I forgot why I was mad. He was so freaking close. He wore cologne, just a hint of it. He smelled like heaven. My heart sped up. Crap.
I tried to think how to get out of this. I needed to just walk away. We were alone in a dark room.
Shoot. I could already tell my body was getting ahead of my head. It was calculating distance. Seeing how far I could push this man. How close I could get.
Remembering how long it had been since my last tryst with anybody.
I would have to do the one-and-done with Dr. Darion after all.
I leaned in, just to see what he would do.
Deanna Roy is a passionate advocate for women who have lost babies. She founded PregnancyLoss.Info in 1998 and runs many online and in-person support groups. She is the author of several two-hankie reads, including Forever Innocent, Stella & Dane, and Baby Dust.
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