Friday, June 19, 2015

BLOG TOUR Review: Darkest Frost by Tanya Holmes

The Darkest Frost, Vol 1 of a 2-part serial (TDF, #1)

 by Tanya Holmes


A Gothic paranormal romance with a twist.


Cliffhanger: **YES** This is a two-part serial


Release Date: June 22, 2015







When the ghost of her best friend begs for her help, psychic detective Denieve Knight goes undercover as a live-in domestic to catch a killer. She sets her sights on the most likely suspect: her friend’s mysterious employer, Doctor Braeden Frost.


Dubbed "Dr. Death" by the press, the notorious hematologist is linked to nineteen other suspicious fatalities—all are former patients. The brooding recluse is a man of many secrets, the darkest of which may be lurking beneath the leather gloves he never removes.









Nook link will be available on release day






1) That’s Enough For Me by Paul Williams


2) A Mariage D’amour Richard Clayderman


3) Gymnopédies by Satie


4) Mozart Fantasy in D minor


5) Dream On by Aerosmith


6) Patience by Guns N Roses


7) Cote Partiro by Andrea Bocelli





Well that was something totally different! I am a huge lover of Paranormal Romance and this one was brilliant with a new twist I hadn't seen before... Which is always a good thing! NO SPOILERS... With a like this I don't want to give anything away!

Darkest Frost was spooky & intriguing and the sex scenes... crazy sexy. 
It really kept me hooked, and gave me just enough information to keep me begging for more. The storyline was so unique it was difficult to predict what would happen next! 

The only things some may not like is that there are several POV's thrown in the mix and you really have to have your head in the game to keep up with the story. And, there is a hell of a cliffhanger. So if you can't handle that...pull up your big girl panties and handle it like a boss. 

The first book like most in a series is a LOT of information to take in but leaves us begging for more. 

4.5 Stars for sure.



Amazon Bestselling Author Tanya Holmes is a Golden Leaf double-finalist, a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist, a recipient of the Maggie Award, the MICA Award, as well as Overall Winner of the Sandy Haddad Award and a two-time finalist and one-time winner of The Emily (Best of the Best). She's happily married with children and loves reading, writing and a good cup of coffee---but not necessarily in that order. She has two novels coming out in 2015: The Darkest Frost, a two-part Gothic paranormal serial romance with a twist, and in 2016, Temptation's Edge, a contemporary romance.





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Frost set the book aside with casual grace, then prowled toward me, his gloved hands clasped at his back. The quiet thud of his footsteps matched the pensive rhythm of the ticking clock, amping my fear. 

Despite his cool demeanor, I was sure the man had his temper on a short tether. That’s why I didn’t look above his neck for fear of seeing that anger twisting his face, or worse, blazing in his eyes. 

Silky chest hair peeked from beneath his T-shirt. And he seemed dark and dangerous in those faded jeans. The soft denim hugged his muscular thighs while loosely cupping the masculine bulge between them, the bulge my body was all too familiar with. 

Down low, my sex clenched in remembrance as he made his approach.

“Now that you mention it,” he mused in the gentlest of tones, “needles are a tad frightening.” He dipped his head, forcing me to look at him. “Tongue depressors are even worse, but you should be especially wary of thermometers. One can never be quite sure where they’ve been.”

“Really, Dr. Frost. Ever since….” My gaze followed him until he disappeared behind me. 

“Go on,” came the soft voice at my back.

I swallowed. “E-ever since I was a child I’ve been afraid of thermometers—I mean needles!” 

Frost reappeared on my right side. One of his brows rose a fraction. “You know, if you’re going to lie to my face, at least do it better. On second thought, just leave. I have no patience for nonsense today.”

“But I’m not lying.” 

Yeah, I was.

He slammed to a stop in front of me, his expression a complexity of shadows. “You must believe I’m a fool.”

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.” 

“No, really, I.…”

Enough. How about some brutal honesty?” Now his tone was menacing and sharp. “You think I couldn’t read your face? That I wouldn’t recognize mistrust and contempt? Or fear? Especially in someone I’ve—” He inhaled sharply through his nose and looked away. “Someone like you,” he finished, returning his gaze to mine.


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