FINDING FATE
Author: Kennedy L. Mitchell
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 25, 2018
ABOUT
THE BOOK
Three men hunt
her. Two eager to harm and one desperate to save. Who will get to her first?
FINDING FATE is
a sexy, standalone romantic suspense where love grows in the most unlikely of
places.
Master hacker
Fate Haley has one objective on her mind – vengeance. A year after an
unthinkable tragedy destroys her family, Fate has the two men responsible in
her sights and a plan in place to ensure they won’t slip through the CIA’s
fingers again. At the edge of insanity, Fate’s prepared to risk it all until he
slips in one dark night set on saving her.
Nash Bartley
enjoys his new gig with the Contract Special Operations team. The constant
travel and dangerous missions keep distance between him and any potential
long-term relationship. He’s done that before and swore he’ll never do it
again. Until the woman he’s sent to rescue blindsides his heart, altering his
outlook on love and the future.
Attraction
sizzles the moment the two meet and affection blooms during the long humid
nights in the African jungle. When the evil zeroes in, Nash is forced to
sacrifice a piece of himself to protect the woman he’s grown to love. But will
it be enough to save them both?
Can this
unlikely duo abandon their wounded pasts and let go of their secrets for a
chance at a happily ever after?
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Our Review
Finding Fate is full of twist and turns with underlying dark and
dangerous situations, Fate and Nash are thrown into the worst of the worst
falling in love was not part of the plan.
Fate was doing her best, she was a hacker doing contract work for
the FBI and CIA, her life was destroyed in one moment. Finding vengeance was
the only thing keeping her going, when she came up with a plan no one could say
no to her. Fate has 4 weeks to execute her plan, when the cavalry arrives ahead
of schedule her selfless actions effect more than just herself. Nash had found
his calling, being part of a Special Operations team, he was given a mission to
get in and get out with ‘Poppy’ when a split decision changes his course he is
left fighting for survival. Just when you think they are safe you are left
trying to figure out who is good or bad.
This my first Mitchell novel and I enjoyed the plot, while there
were some aspects that were pushing the boundaries the outline structure was solid.
Finding Fate took me on a journey that kept me guessing and on the edge of my
seat.
Ratings;
Plot: 3/5
Characters: 3/5
Heat: 3/5
Writing Style: 3/5
Overall: 3/5
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Kennedy lives
in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s
a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the
campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans
of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a
great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep
their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.
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EXCERPT
A groan pushes past my lips as I roll to
face my neighbor, but it's cut short, turning into more of a gasp when I find him
staring back.
"Hi," I croak. "What's
your name?" Nice. The sentence I’ve been planning all day came out smooth
and not awkward. Five hundred points for Gryffindor.
"What do you want it to be?"
he says.
Okay, wait. Why does that line sound
familiar? It's right at the tip of my tongue….
"The guys call me Snowflake."
For the first time in weeks, maybe
months, a true laugh builds in my chest. "Snowflake. Seriously. You don't
look like a snowflake." You look like a gladiator is what I want to add to
the end, but I keep that part to myself. My arms tremble beneath my weight from
all the scrubbing as I crawl across the floor and lean against the wooden
planks.
"Yeah, well I'm the youngest of our
little group, and they think since I'm a damn Millennial, I'm as delicate as a
snowflake. Always getting my feelings hurt or offended by stupid shit." He
huffs a laugh. "The hair and tattoos don't help with their
misjudgments."
"Are you?" Okay, how and why
is there a smile pulling at my lips?
"Fuck no. They just like to give me
a hard time. Fuckers." Shouting outside the shack makes him pause until it
dies down. "If you don't want to call me that, Nash works too."
"Nash," I mumble. Knew it
would be something unique. Unique like him.
"So, Pops, let’s talk about
rules."
I snap my head up to meet narrowed brown
eyes. "Rules?" I question.
"Okay, rule. You got me there. One
major rule."
Beneath my veil, I search his eyes as I
wait.
"Do not, under any circumstances,
risk your life for mine again. They’ll do all that beating shit again to get
information out of me, and next time I need you to keep your mouth shut."
Great, he thinks I'm an idiot.
Embarrassment drops my gaze to the dirt.
"I can't watch them hurt you again
because of me," he sighs. The wood vibrates at the back of his head
falling against it. "If we're not careful, they'll learn my weakness isn’t
my own pain."
Not sure how to respond to that bit of
honesty, I avoid responding and crawl to the dinner pan, taking a sip of water
from the cup beside it. Halfway through the overcooked beans, I glance over.
He's lying on his back, hands resting on his chest, staring at the ceiling.
"Do you hear that?" I whisper,
then close my eyes, relishing the silence.
"What's that, Pops?"
"Nothing."
"Okay…," he says, not
understanding where I'm going with this. Of course he doesn't. He wasn’t here
when the girls were being raped on a nightly basis.
"There's no crying. No calls for me
to help them. No soft, broken whimpers in the corner or out there." I nod
toward the camp, which of course he can't see. "You did that. You saved
them. I know you’re here because of me, but you have to know, to understand
what you did for them and me. Thank you. Thank you for taking them away from
this shit hole."
A long pause of silence stretches before
he says, "You haven't asked where they are."
"They're not here. That's what
matters."
"But you are."
Ignoring that bit of truth, I go back to
eating. When I'm done, I lie back to savor the glorious silence.
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