Friday, November 4, 2016

Laura Strickland shares Awake on Garland Street, Liza Reviews

AWAKE ON GARLAND STREET
part of The Wild Rose Press' "Ghost Story Series"

by Laura Strickland


Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Romantic Comedy




Brendan O’Rourke hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep since he arrived back at the family home in St. John’s, Newfoundland. The famed Celtic fiddler’s being haunted by the ghost of his great-grandfather, Charlie, who’s bent on keeping Brendan from ruining his life with the same selfish choice he made between music and the woman he loved.

Grace Dawe was finished with Brendan O’Rourke eight years ago when he chose music over their relationship. So why can’t she look at him now without going weak in the knees? And why, when he offers everything she’s ever wanted, is she considering his welfare above her own? Not until a beautiful old tune shows them the true meaning of love will they find a way to play their own song.



How unfair could life be? Grace Dawe bit the inside of her lip so hard it brought tears to her eyes. She’d been telling herself for days—ever since she learned Brendan O’Rourke had landed back in St. John’s—she could cope with seeing him. She’d resolved that she wouldn’t avoid her usual haunts on his account, wouldn’t change her habits. And now here she stood in Fitzgerald’s facing him and wishing she could fall through the floor.

He had no right to look so good—better in fact than he had when they parted in a storm of tears and bitter recriminations eight years ago, a break that had shredded her heart. She’d put that heart back together in the intervening years—or thought she had. Yet here she stood with it bleeding in her chest.
Because those intervening years had been kind to him, very kind. No longer the boy with whom she fell so wildly in love, he’d become the man she’d foreseen, his long, lanky legs clothed in a pair of faded jeans, shoulders encased in a worn leather jacket that looked soft as butter, his reddish-brown hair—full of wave—tumbling over his brow as it always had. The beard was new, but it became him. The lean cheeks, marked by long dimples when he smiled, remained the same, as did those hazel eyes, bright with intelligence and a spark of devilry, set under level brows.

Oh, heaven help her, she still wanted him. And she couldn’t let him see it. She absolutely could not let him see.





Review of Awake on Garland Street by Laura Strickland

This is a story of love. Not just between a man and a woman, but between a musician, his instrument, and his music…and which should take the priority. Brendon believed his music must come first.

The author takes her time setting the stage.  She even drops in two ancestral ghosts to guide Brendan and Mary Grace  from their past mistakes. But a drunk ghost is not always the best choice to take advice from.

Honestly, I thought the story took too much time in the first half, but when matters began unraveling, the pace perked up, by the end I was literally crying. (I won’t tell you if they were sad or happy tears or both.)

My advice is to read this book. You’ll be glad you did.  While I gave the first half only 4 stars, the second half got 5 stars, which leaves me at 4.5 and since it made me cry, I’m rounding up.

 An ARC was provided in return for my honest opinion.





Born and raised in Western New York, award-winning author Laura Strickland has pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. She's made pilgrimages to both Newfoundland and Scotland in the company of her daughter, but is usually happiest at home not far from Lake Ontario, with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Awake on Garland Street is her sixteenth book with The Wild Rose press.




Brendan O'Rourke's Irish heritage and his family tree are both important to him, so to celebrate the release of his story, Laura Strickland is giving away a Celtic Tree of Life pendant and earring set, specially hand-crafted by Pam of Mum's Other Job!


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