Genre: Contemporary Romance
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A Lovely Reality
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Other books in the series:
A Lovely Dream
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In this thrilling sequel to A Lovely Dream, Seneca and Michael battle to survive a plot initiated by a murderous man from Michael’s past. Innocent people fall prey to the psychopathic killer, who then kidnaps Michael. Seneca must save the man she loves and keep their children, family, and friends safe from harm. Her determination to find Michael before it’s too late leads her into a dark world where espionage and murder are accepted and expected. Forced to trust a dangerous man who has his own agenda, Seneca has to use every resource available to her in order to bring Michael home to the lovely reality they created before his disappearance.
Barbara Cutrera has really written an exception thriller when she wrote A Lovely Dream and A Lovely Reality. Barbara is able to take a story where two main characters become a part of the readers life. You can feel the suspense in your bones as well as the love that Michael and Seneca have for each other and their family. The journey readers will embark upon will take them through dangerous waters and perils that keep readers on their toes until the very end of the book. Barbara is able to use her creativity with words to engage the readers attention and hold it from the beginning of the book. Before you read A Lovely Reality make sure you read A Lovely Dream.
The story line of The Lovely Reality is what initially caught my attention. I am a book adrenaline junkie. The Lovely Reality was a major fix to my addiction of thrillers. I wanted to figure out on my own the who, what, why, and where of the mystery. Barbara really keeps you guessing on finding these answers. The story wasn’t a simple quick closed case. You have to find the secrets and mysteries locked within each chapter. I will also say that the story does contain quite a few surprises. Even the ending is a major twist for the reader. I will leave that for you to experience. Trust me you will want a cup of Joe and a big bowl of popcorn while reading A Lovely Reality. I loved how fitting that name is as well.
What also was a huge factor in my rating was the main characters. When I read both books I felt like these characters were ones that I could relate to and that they were one I could imagine as the story went along. Michael and Seneca were devoted to each other. Seneca was this wife that would fight for her husband until the death. She was a strong woman whom never let defeat become a word in her vocabulary. Seneca was a character that I thought I would like to be like. She maybe a fictional character but I felt like I understood her while I was reading the story. Seneca needed to have a strong definition with her personality in order for this story to be able to go in the direction that it did.
I am looking forward to more from Barbara Cutrera. She is an author that is well worth keeping on your must read books’ list.
Born and raised in Louisiana, Barbara Cutrera was destined to be a storyteller. The author of contemporary romance, paranormal romance, romantic suspense, fiction, and mystery novels, she became addicted to reading and creative writing at an early age. She moved to Florida’s Gulf Coast with her husband, son, and Cairn terrier in 2004 and enjoys its relaxed, diverse atmosphere. Barbara, who is visually impaired, believes our minds are only limited by the restrictions we place upon them. She has a passion for writing, reading, family, friends, music, Nutella, and A & W Cream Soda.
Excerpts from A Lovely Reality
By the time we reached our room, Michael and I had an hour to change and go downstairs. Michael slid the digital key into the lock and held the door open for me then followed me inside. Within seconds, his powerful body was pressing against mine as my back was pressed against the wall. His mouth was on mine, and my arms encircled his neck.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmured when he moved his mouth to my throat.
“Michael, we don’t have time,” I protested weakly.
“Like hell we don’t.”
“But we’ll have to shower before we go downstairs,” I pointed out in a feeble attempt at resisting what I always wanted when it came to Michael.
He stopped and straightened, and I was torn. I looked up into his bright blue eyes and knew I had no reason to wonder what we should do. We were going to have sex. The animal inside of him was pulling hard on the leash.
We were both naked in under a minute. He led me to the bathroom. While I washed my face, Michael punched buttons into a panel on the wall and rock music with a driving beat poured into the bathroom from speakers I couldn’t seem to locate. He stepped into the enormous shower and started the showerheads going on some sort of mist setting on the three sides. When I stepped in, he immediately pulled me to him. I always adored the sensation of his wet skin against mine, and he knew it.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“A writer once said all’s fair in love and war. I think he might have been onto something.”
Once I was certain Hadeel had chewed and swallowed her food, I offered her some juice. She shook her head and said clearly, “No, Mama.” Pointing to the rice and pasta mixture, she demanded, “I want more of that.”
I gave her another spoonful before looking at Krystal, who looked as surprised as I felt. Krystal waited until the toddler had finished chewing and had taken a sip of juice before asking, “Hadeel, who is that over there?”
After looking across to where Krystal was pointing, she said, “Daddy and Hani.”
“What is Daddy doing?”
“Feeding the baby,” she replied before reaching for the risotto and saying, “I want more, Mama.”
I gestured to Krystal and asked, “Who is this?”
“It’s Kry-stal!” Hadeel said then giggled before indicating she wanted more risotto. I gave her another spoonful and asked Krystal to get Michael, who was giving Hani a bottle while talking to a male cousin. I watched as Krystal interrupted the discussion and motioned for Michael to follow her. He walked over with Hani in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked worriedly as he sat on the other side of Hadeel’s highchair.
“Hadeel, tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want more!” she exclaimed and indicated the rice and pasta. “I like that.”
Michael looked stunned then amused. I recounted the other sentences Hadeel had uttered and wondered aloud how many others she knew and just hadn’t shared with us, yet. A few moments later, she dropped the stuffed Winnie the Pooh toy she’d been holding and exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! Pooh fell down.”
I was horrified. Michael exploded with laughter and couldn’t seem to stop. Krystal snickered beside me. The relatives in our vicinity asked what was so funny. Michael was laughing so hard he was crying and couldn’t catch his breath.
“I guess you were right,” he said, once he’d regained enough control over himself to speak again. “I suppose I shouldn’t swear in front of the children.” He burst out laughing again, saw my expression, and said, “Sorry. It’s too funny.”
“It won’t be funny when we go to Mommy and Me exercise class and she says that word in front of the other mothers and children,” I declared angrily.
Michael got up, came around the highchair, bent down, and kissed me. Depositing Hani into my arms, he turned to Hadeel and said something to her in Arabic. She answered – in Arabic. Michael turned to me with a huge grin on his face and said, “By Jove, I think she’s got it!”
My anger dissipated in an instant. Michael seemed exuberant. He looked carefree and totally happy. I caught a glimpse of Al out of the corner of my eye and saw him as he intently watched Michael. He himself was grinning madly, and I knew how happy it made him to see his grandson so relaxed and overjoyed.
It was nighttime, and Michael and I were walking down a street in a city I didn’t recognize. He had an arm around my shoulders, and I had one arm around his waist. We were laughing, talking, and having a great time simply being together.
As we reached a narrow alleyway, Michael pulled me off the street and into it. The alley was pitch-black. I asked him what he thought he was doing, and he replied that he didn’t think he was doing anything. What he was going to do was make love to me.
“Here? Michael, we can’t.”
“Oh yes we can,” he countered, as he lowered his lips to my throat and wasted no time slipping one hand up under my short skirt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I gasped and reached for his belt. He laughed and undid my blouse as I unzipped his fly and asked, “What if people hear us?”
“Would it bother you if they did?”
Had there been any light in the alley, I knew I would have glimpsed his smile and would have seen the feral look in his expression.
Coming up behind me, Michael pressed against me and brought his hands to the front of my sweater. He deftly undid the buttons and pulled it off then undid my bra and let that drop to the floor. I brought my hands up and wove my fingers into his hair as he caressed my breasts then slid his hands down and undid my skirt. It fell to the floor, and my underwear soon lay on top of it.
I turned and slipped my hands under his sweater, then pulled it over his head. I quickly undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down. He stepped out of them. I had expected him to lead me to the bed, but instead he picked me up and carried me through the backdoor and across the lanai.
“Michael, it’s freezing! I’m cold!”
“You won’t be for long,” he told me with a mischievous smile. “I want to make love to you on the beach. It‘s a beautiful night, and the moon is full.”
“Hel-lo! It’s also freezing.”
He laid me down on a blanket that he’d obviously spread out on the beach while I was in the bathroom. Before I could object, he covered my mouth with his and positioned his body on top of mine. Although still shivering, I stopped arguing with him and gripped his broad shoulders. I looked up at Michael with his powerful, muscular body poised over me and moved my hands across his naked flesh. I opened myself to him and pulled him towards me. He suddenly appeared ferocious, and I wanted to feel the animal unleashed.
I unleashed a ferocity of my own and completely forgot about being cold.