Friday, August 12, 2016

Vivian Mackade shares Guns for Angels, Liza Reviews

For three days, I have Viviana Mackade over. You will definitely want to check this book out. So let's get right to it!


Guns for Angels

by

Viviana Mackade


From a rich bedroom, a murder is ordered.

She had to die. Yoga instructor Ann Holloway’s sunny life is wrecked when a group of men break into her apartment and kill her sister. A rough, broody stranger snatches her from the killers’ jaw, but she has no clue about who these people were or the reasons behind the attack.

He was too scarred to really live. Burned-out former Marine and leader of the Team, Mark Carson thought he was doing a teammate an easy favor by picking up a couple of girls. How wrong. When his friend is killed, shadows build over the Team’s loyalty, and Ann’s life starts meaning more than his own, Mark is thrown into a different game. Now it’s personal.

From NY to sunny Miami, Ann and Mark run into a maze of lie, betrayal, and death, where love is the only, terrifying certainty.

And when truth unravels, they will risk all to survive.






Ann swallowed hard.
“The window crashed, probably in the bedroom, and the door sprang open. Mary shouted at me to run. I was close to the kitchen window, so I went down the fire escape and I started running. I heard them behind me, I think they tried to shoot at me but maybe it was just my imagination, it wasn’t noisy like in the movies. I didn’t stop to see if Mary was with me. I was sure she was, she’s always with me when we’re in trouble but...”
Ann pressed a hand on her mouth, shut her eyes against the memory.
“Did you see anyone?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Ah, just a glimpse of one of the men. Tall, I guess. He wore black from head to toe and... he had blond hair, in a ponytail. I’m sorry.”
Mark looked at the window for a long moment. “Mouse had better tell me something more.”
He started to get up, but she stretched a hand over his arm, hard and tanned granite. Surprise at that touch shone in his eyes and it was gone a breath after, but he sat again.
“I told you what you wanted to know,” she said. “I have questions, too.”
“We’ll keep you alive. It’s enough.”
“I’ve just lost my sister.” The meaning of her words bit at her eyes and she had to battle away tears. “There are people trying to kill me and I’m in a terribly bad motel with a man who’s helping me, but in a very rude way. You must see that I need more than your name.”
“Bad motel owners don’t ask questions, this one was too drunk to even see my face. That’s why we’re here.”
“That’s not what I asked and I’m running short of patience myself, Mark.”
She had meant to be at least a little intimidating, but the low rumbling shaking in his chest sounded like a laugh. It was a good sound, given the circumstances.
He scratched his chin, taking some time before the answer. “The Boss calls us the Team. We help people.”
“I thought the police was all about that.”
“Sometimes you can’t call the police. Sometimes you don’t want to.”
“Why wouldn’t you call the police if you’re in trouble?”
“People have reasons. Bottom line is, they’re in trouble, we help them, they pay us.”
“How do Mary and I fit into this?”
“Mouse called me. He knew your sister and–”
“How? I’ve never heard her talking about a Mouse. Not a person called Mouse, anyway. Is that his real name? He must have had such a hard time in school.”
Mark’s voice was dangerously controlled. “When I talk, you don’t.”
Ann mouthed a sorry, gestured zipping her mouth.“I was still in New York after our last case. He worried about a friend of his, Mary. He asked me to see that she and her sister were safe.”
“Safe from what?”
“It looks like your sister stuck her nose into something she shouldn’t have. Mouse convinced her to disappear for a while. We’ll rendezvous in Savannah.”
Ann nodded. “So, you help people, you’re borderline outlaws, and you’re difficult to find. You guys are the A-Team. Hey, stop glaring at me, I didn’t mean to insult you! The A-Team was very cool, and they always won.”
“Let’s go before I hand you over.”
“I’m sure you’d love that. There’s just one tiny problem: you don’t know who they are.” Ann got off the bed, and stretched her legs before she stood in front of him, hands on her hips. “I want to know who did this to Mary, who dared to hurt my sister, break into my home and kick me out of it. You’re officially hired.”
He stood, towering over her and nodded. She had the feeling that from a man like Mark Carson, a nod was all she needed. 

The story begins in high action.
It continues in high action, with sassy moments as Ann and Mark work out expectations. Mark expects to be obeyed, after all he’s trying to save Ann’s life, but Ann does not like being bossed about.

All that tension has to lead to something right?

Yeah, you guessed it, but the romance is NOT an easy ride. For one thing, people continue to try to kill them even when Mark does everything right to travel incognito. Every time they stop somewhere someone tries to kill them. And then there remains the issue that Ann still doesn’t like to be bossed about.

It isn’t until Mark realizes Ann is not going to be tucked away, that she is her own person, and she can help save his life too, thank you very much, that finally we get our HEA. But never has any hero and heroine been under such constant danger as they work out who is trying to kill them and why, then stop them before they are actually killed.
This story is non-stop action. It was super fun. Loved the characters and loved the plot.

I give it 5 stars!



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Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.  

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2 comments:

  1. Liza, thank you for having me (and Ann and Mark) over the week end!

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  2. I can just imagine how crazy life would be for them with death chasing them at every turn!

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