I give this an introduction but I don’t think it needs one
Dead love couldn’t go no further Proud of, and disgusted by her Push, shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord, I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe, don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells Hell’s bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company
Dead love couldn’t go no further Proud of, and disgusted by her Push, shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord, I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe, don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells Hell’s bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my knees It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company
In hell, I’ll be in good company In hell, I’ll be in good company
I know this is a little unusual. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you’re probably used to seeing my weekly word-count update around this time.
However, I’m currently on vacation!
I’ve gone to visit my online bestie and media queen, Jenny, and I’m taking some much-needed time to relax and enjoy myself.
Don’t worry! I scheduled the rest of the week’s blog posts ahead of time. The weekly word-count update was the one post I couldn’t prepare as usual, since I won’t have my final numbers until the week is over.
The weekly word-count updates will return next week!
And no, this doesn’t mean I’ve stopped writing.
The words will still be counted. There will undoubtedly still be words written. (I can’t seem to help myself!)
But for once, I’m giving myself permission to enjoy the rest, spend time with someone special, and not worry quite so much about the numbers.
The stories and poems will be waiting when I get back.
And knowing me, I’ll probably come home with a few more words than I left with!
Until next week, happy reading, happy writing, and remember to take a little time for yourself, too!
A guilt-ridden old friend, an adopted son with a traumatic past, and a madman bent on revenge—June’s quiet life is about to be up-ended.
When Ben Conner killed a man in the line of duty and orphaned a young boy, he pushed everyone away, including his friend June Montana—the one woman who might’ve been able to heal his heart. Now, with the guilt and nightmares getting worse, Ben is desperate for a change. He needs June’s soothing compassion, so he heads home to Northstar… only to discover her adopted son Luke is the very same boy he orphaned.
When June adopted Luke, she promised to put his well-being before everything else, but she keeps a special place for Ben in her heart and seeing him again sparks something she never expected—a love that could last a lifetime. But as Luke and Ben work to overcome their entwined traumas, a new threat arises. Someone from June’s past doesn’t want to see them get their happily ever after, and he’s willing to kill to stop it.
A heartfelt friends to lovers romance with a side of suspense… Find out why readers say that “picking up a Northstar novel is like coming home”—grab your copy of SUMMER ANGEL today
My Thoughts
Sunday Books: Summer Angel by Suzie O’Connell
Summer Angel, the third book in Suzie O’Connell’s Northstar series, combines romance, family, and suspense.
The story follows June Montana and Ben Conner, two people whose lives are complicated by past trauma and difficult decisions. Ben carries guilt over a death that left a young boy orphaned, while June has adopted that same boy, Luke. When Ben returns to Northstar, their lives become intertwined again.
I found this to be an easy, enjoyable read.
The characters were clearly developed and believable. Their personalities and circumstances made sense within the story, which helped everything flow naturally.
I particularly appreciated how the adoption angle was handled. It worked well within the storyline rather than feeling like something added simply to create drama. Luke’s connection to both June and Ben gives their relationship an additional layer of emotional complexity.
The combination of romance, family relationships, and suspense makes for a story with plenty going on without becoming difficult to follow.
Overall, Summer Angel was a pleasant read with believable characters and a storyline that came together nicely.
If you enjoy contemporary romance with family themes and a touch of suspense, this may be one worth picking up.
Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues drawn It’s always darkest before the dawn
And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind (I’ve been blind) I can never leave the past behind I can see no way, I can see no way I’m always dragging that horse around
All of his questions, such a mournful sound Tonight I’m gonna bury that horse in the ground ‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn But it’s always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa
And I am done with my graceless heart So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart ‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn It’s always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa
And it’s hard to dance with the devil on your back (shake him off) And given half the chance would I take any of it back? (shake him off) It’s a fine romance, but it’s left me so undone (shake him off) It’s always darkest before the dawn (shake him off) (Oh whoa, oh whoa)
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat ‘Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me (oh whoa) Looking for heaven, for the devil in me (oh whoa) But what the hell, I’m gonna let it happen to me, yeah
Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa
