It’s not often I read a book like Forest of the Forsaken, as a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a book as much lately.

Here is my review on this tale written by my dear friend Joanne Brothwell.

This tale pulls you in with a captivating twist that does not disappoint. Brothwell pens a fresh perspective on the fairy tale by masterfully blending sensuality, romance and fear with amazing world building that comes to life. In the end I wanted more, simply because I was so invested in the characters and did not want the book to end.

I invite you to learn more about this wonderful tale.

 

In this eerie twist on Hansel and Gretel, the fairy tale ending may be far from happy.

Following her mother’s death to cancer, Meg’s world crashes in around her. Her father re-marries within weeks of their loss, her step-mother is cold and rejecting, and her new step-brother, Joey, has some rather unusual sexual preferences. Meg’s only hope is to move away and leave her father and the dark memories behind.

When her father forces her to attend his honeymoon with this new and unwanted blended family, Meg finds herself in the remote wilderness of the Rocky Mountains, miles from civilization. Meg begins to see things in the forbidding forest—strange, unexplainable things she believes are the result of compounding stress. But when her father and step-mother disappear, leaving Meg and Joey to fend for themselves, lost and without supplies, she realizes her terrifying visions are not merely her imagination after all.

Will Meg and Joey find their way back to civilization? Or will they submit to the darkness within the Forest of the Forsaken?

Author Joanne Brothwell lives in Canada.  Learn more about her on her website

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Insecure Writers Support Group

When considering this month’s IWSG it was a good feeling to know that I’m not that insecure today!  Yippee!  Toss the confetti!

But… yep, there is something bugging the crap out of me. What if being secure is a bad thing? Think about it, you’re cocky, walking down the street saying “yeah, every little thing is all right” and Bam!  You get blindsided by a bus full of bitter-angry-romance-hating reviewers.  It can happen.

The good news is that tomorrow I will probably wake up not so sure I’m secure.  Do you have days like these, when all is well in your world, yet you keep looking around waiting for the shoe to drop?