by Karen S. Bell
Contemporary Paranormal Time-Travel Romantic
Suspense
Categories: Comedy,
Mystery/Thriller
Publisher: KSB
Press
Release Date:
December 12, 2012
Heat Level: Sensual
Word Count: 102,300
Buy Links
Amazon (Kindle): http://www.amazon.com/Sunspots-ebook/dp/B00ANBR4TQ/
Amazon (Print): http://www.amazon.com/Sunspots-Karen-S-Bell/dp/148230757X/
Blurb
“One can never be, and should never be,
smug about life,” says Aurora Goldberg. An aspiring New York Aurora Aurora
On one of her temp assignments she
meets Jake Stein, a man who could “charm the skin off a snake” and she decides
to follow her destiny as his wife in Austin , Texas Aurora
With the help of friends, family, and
the ghost of Viola Parker (her home's original owner), Aurora
Review
Tahlia
Newland Awesome Indies
“SUNSPOTS
is a moving, beautifully-written mystery about the devastating
consequences of obsessive love.
Bell’s elegant prose not only describes
the events and scenery of this self destructive love story in riveting detail,
but also skilfully evokes the atmosphere both internal and external. The
structure of the story is very clever. At the beginning of the book, our
empathy is aroused for grieving widow Aurora Goldberg. It appears that she had the
perfect marriage to charming Jake, but as the story progresses, we and Aurora
Popular fiction tends to romanticise
love where one looses themselves in the other, or feels completed by the other,
or feels they cannot live or be happy without the other; Sunspots takes this kind of notion to its extreme to show how
disempowering an obsession with the object of our love actually is. Obsession
not only blinds you, it makes you weak, needy and boring. Your partner is
likely to turn elsewhere to get away from your clinging, especially if you end
up harping on at him that he never gives you any attention anymore. It’s
dangerous to let your whole life revolve around one person, for when they leave
you—by death as it is in this case—you are devastated. As the book progresses
we come to see how much Aurora
Bell brings a metaphysical element to
the story with the addition of Viola
Parker, the ghost of the sister of Aurora Aurora Aurora
Bell deals with interesting themes
here, that we tend to repeat patterns until we make a conscious effort to
change them, that the past can be
changed by actions in the present, and that when someone ‘saves’ us with love,
in a healthy, balanced relationship we also to some extent ‘save’ them.
Highly recommended to anyone who likes
psychological depth in their romance. I give it 5 stars and a place on the
Awesome Indies
list.”
Excerpt:
Although I had started to speak, I immediately fell
speechless creating another awkward moment as his dark flame-throwing eyes
studied my face. He was smiling and I could see dimples forming on either side
of his mouth. We just stood there, apart, in silence, yet there was an
unmistakable sexual tension gluing us together like Kelly McGillis and Harrison Ford
in Witness or Omar Shariff’s Dr. Yuri Zhivago and Julie Christie’s Lara
Antipova. When he finally spoke, he asked me if I could recommend a good
restaurant nearby elongating his vowels in a cute Southern accent that I would
later learn was peculiar to Texans.
“If you like French cuisine, there is a wonderful
place right around the corner, La Grenouille. I believe it’s quite popular with
some of the executives here,” I said no longer mute, and handed him a business
card that was kept in a stack on the desk.
“Would it be too much trouble, ma’am, for you to call
and make a reservation?” he asked in a faux subservient manner. “I can’t
understand French accents, especially over the phone.”
“Of course… sir,” I said returning his request
with sugary sarcasm. I was, after all, nobody’s secretary and certainly not of
the vintage that brought forth ma’am from the lips of a virile stranger.
When I got the restaurant on the phone, I looked up and asked casually, “For
what time, sir?”
And then he paused, looked at me with a gleam in his
eye and said quite softly, “Well, let’s see. What time is good for you?”
Shocked but not rattled, I responded without any
hesitation, “Now,” I said steadfastly meeting his gaze, “Now is perfect.”
And that’s how I met Jake Stein and sealed a future
that fate ordained. Life-changing events seem to come when you’re ready even if
you’re not aware of their import. Intuition can nudge feelings into your
conscious space making a seemingly ordinary encounter, like a dropped book, one
of great significance. Somehow, I understood that then and I understand that
now. Meeting Jake Stein was my dance with destiny.
We instantly harmonized, interacting on two levels.
The overt reality of the commonplace chitchat, sexually charged banter, and
frothy intellect contrasted with a covert reality, a place where everything had
deeper meaning, connection, and familiarity. In some cosmic way, our unspoken
language was far more important than the spoken. Scientists might describe our
attraction as the interaction of airborne pheromones—chemical messages emitted
through our skin conveying our primal sexuality. Indeed, we seemed to be
enchanted at the deepest levels of our instincts. Two realties happening at
once—the outer and the inner—one a slick manifestation of the intelligentsia,
the other a calming and gentle journey afloat a timeless river.
Throughout our initial encounter, playing faintly in
my mind was the music from the sappy but tender, A Man and a Woman,
my mother’s favorite movie when she was a teenager and strangely at odds with
her penchant for a counter-culture way of life. She played the album all
through my childhood—sealing my connection with whispery French sounds to all
things romantic. And so that haunting melody was my personal soundtrack as we
walked to La Grenouille.
My prudent study of this man, this Jake Stein, as we
nonchalantly strolled along, was intentionally unintentional—I absorbed him as
if he were liquid. My senses were on high alert, a spy observing my target in
secret. Now, wafting about my face and filling the air around me was a hint of
soap and expensive cologne. Now, smooth fingertips lightly touched and guided
my arm bringing an explosion of sensuality but also feeling like a safe harbor.
Now, upon my ear, the pleasant cadence and timbre of his voice sounded like a
sweet symphony. My darting eyes savored his honey-tanned and smooth complexion
and nose of quality, straight and sharp (but not too sharp). Luxurious thick,
jet black, wavy hair fell casually over intense brown eyes. There was strength,
a physical strength to his tall, elegant, Jeremy Irons frame. A noble grace to
this huckster businessman. And his sensuous lips with just a hint of fullness,
lips that I could almost taste—wanted to taste—formed words so provocatively.
Later, in the privacy of my own thoughts, I would relive, with a slow and
deliberate progression, these mesmerizing details that stirred me to my core.
About the Author
Walking with Elephants was my first novel, although I am not new to writing. I
was a theater critic and celebrity interviewer for a weekly tabloid in
With my second novel, Sunspots, I
continue to be in awe of the magical and wondrous phenomenon called life. As an
observer and obvious participant in feminine values and approach to our human
challenges, I bring this perspective to my work. Fascinated by the mysteries of
the unseen forces that perhaps play a role in guiding our choices, I search for
answers in the mundane as well as in the cosmic forces that surround us.
Connect
with Karen S. Bell
Email: karen.bell@yahoo.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KarenSueBell
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