Heroes
Are My Weakness
By: Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Releasing Sept 28th, 2015
Mass Market Paperback
Avon Romance
Blurb
The
dead of winter.An isolated island off the coast of Maine.
A man.
A woman.
A sinister house looming over the sea ...
He's a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She's a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids' puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.
But she's not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they're trapped together on a snowy island off the coast of Maine. Is he the villain she remembers or has he changed? Her head says no. Her heart says yes.
It's going to be a long, hot winter.
This book has left me speechless.
I've read SEP in the past and loved her stuff, but this
wasn't her typical light and fluffy read. All the elements that you would
typically associate with her work was there but this was also more romantic
suspense and mystery. And I loved every moment of it!
I'll admit that while the blurb totally drew me in, I was
nervous about the creepy guy that knew of a million ways to kill with his bare
hands and loved to craft terrifying horror novels. And he lived up to that
description in the beginning! I was seriously wondering how in the world I
would ever like him. SEP did an awesome job of making him creepy.
Theo and Annie were such a great couple. Even before the got
together, I loved all their scenes. They often had me chuckling and laughing
out loud as I read. Even when he was being creepy and she was trying to hide
how scared she was. I didn't think it was possible, but I really did come to
love Theo. He's definitely one of my favorite heroes ever.
I enjoyed the addition of Annie's puppets. They provided a
lot of amusement. And I loved how Theo would annoy her with the situations he
would put her puppets in. And I loved the different personalities they had.
There were some twists and turns that I honestly didn't see
coming in this book. And every time something we revealed, I sat there going, OMG...why
didn't I see that coming!?
This book reminded of the romantic suspense mysteries I read
forever ago. The couple wasn't on the run, but deal with issues as they came up
and fought against them to the best of their ability.
I always knew that SEP was a genius, but this book just
reminded me of why I lover her stories. This is definitely one I'll be
rereading in the future.
Instead of kitchen cabinets, rough
shelves held stoneware bowls and crocks. Tall, freestanding dark wood cupboards
rose on each side of a dull black industrial-size AGA stove. A stone
farmhouse sink held a messy stack of dirty dishes. Copper stockpots and
saucepans¾not shiny and polished, but dented and worn¾hung above a long,
scarred wooden prep table designed to chop off chicken heads, butcher mutton
chops, or whip up a syllabub for his lordship’s dinner.
The kitchen had to be a renovation,
but what kind of renovation regressed two centuries. And why?
Run! Crumpet
shrieked. Something’s very wrong here!
Whenever Crumpet got hysterical,
Annie counted on Dilly’s no-nonsense manner to provide perspective, but Dilly
remained silent, and not even Scamp could come up with a wisecrack.
“Mr. Shaw?” Annie’s voice lacked its
normal powers of projection.
When there was no reply, she moved
deeper into the kitchen, leaving wet tracks on the stone floor. But no way was
she taking off her boots. If she had to run, she wasn’t doing it in socks.
“Will?”
Not a sound.
She passed the pantry, crossed a
narrow back hallway, detoured around the dining room, and stepped through the
arched entry into the foyer. Only the dimmest gray light penetrated the six
square panes above the front door. The heavy mahogany staircase still led to a
landing with a murky stained-glass window, but the staircase carpet was now a
depressing maroon instead of the multicolored floral from the past. The
furniture bore a dusty film, and a cobweb hung in the corner. The walls had
been paneled over in heavy, dark wood, and the seascape paintings had been
replaced with gloomy oil portraits of prosperous men and women in
nineteenth-century dress, none of whom could possibly have been Elliott Harp’s
Irish peasant ancestors. All that was missing to make the entryway even more
depressing was a suit of armor and a stuffed raven.
She heard footsteps above her and
moved closer to the staircase. “Mr. Shaw? It’s Annie Hewitt. The door was open,
so I let myself in.” She looked up. “I’m going to need¾” The words died on her
tongue.
The
master of the house stood at the top of the stairs.
Susan
Elizabeth Phillips soars onto the New York Times bestseller list with every new
publication. She’s the only four-time recipient of the Romance Writers of
America’s prestigious Favorite Book of the Year Award. Susan delights fans by
touching hearts as well as funny bones with her wonderfully whimsical and
modern fairy tales. A resident of the Chicago suburbs, she is also a wife, and
mother of two grown sons.
Website: http://susanelizabethphillips.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sepauthor
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