The Saint by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

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*Please note: This is not a romance. The Saint is a dark suspense.*

My life was simple; God, business and myself, in that order.

Then I met an angel, and everything changed.

Only an angel can save the damned.

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I’m having a hard time deciding how I feel about The Saint.  It was an intense and bizarre story.  For the most part, I was completely intrigued with every turn of events, but I felt unsettled, unsatisfied with the ending and that left me frustrated.  Honestly, if the current blurb had been the one I had read when I decided to read The Saint, I might have passed this one over.

The Saint is billed as a suspense, but I didn’t feel like it really lived up to that genre.  I never had the feeling that something ominous was looming on the horizon.  Never had any desire to try to figure out who was behind anything, because we knew who was behind everything, almost as soon as it happened.  The Saint felt like the first three-quarters of a dark romance, with none of the payoff of a satisfying conclusion.  To me, it felt like the book started as a romance, then the author wasn’t sure how to redeem the anti-hero, so she cut the ending short, called it a suspense novel, then hoped her loyal readers would take it at face value.  The Saint could have been a phenomenal story had Ms. Lovell clung to Saint’s ominous persona and fleshed out the relationship with him and Eden, all while he was keeping his secrets. It would have kept with the tenor of the story and given the reader some sense of closure regarding the story.

“You’re acting crazy…crazier than normal. Why would you employ Eden?”

“So we can watch her.” There’s no we about it. 

He snorts. “Two weeks ago you wanted me to kill her. Now you’re giving her a job. I see the way you look at her.”

Anger starts to bubble like lava, just waiting to spill over and destroy everything in its path. “And how is that?”

“Like she interests you. And nothing interests you aside from money.”

So he sees it. “My interest in her is money because she threatens it. Her brother threatens it.” The lies pour so easily from my lips with enough plausibility to fool my brother — he who knows me so well — the only one who would notice my attentions slipping.

“You aren’t focused.”

“I’m fine!” I instantly regret the slight loss of control, the snap in my voice because it proves an element of truth in his words. Pushing to my feet, I move to the bar and pour a half glass of whiskey before knocking back a full gulp and slamming the glass on the bar. I walk straight past him and yank the door open with a heavy groan of old hinges. I storm from the room, right into Eden. We collide, and she staggers back, dropping the tray of glasses in her hand. The crash can be heard over the music. 

She drops to her knees immediately, scrambling to pick up the glass. “I’m sorry,” she says, glancing up at me through long lashes. My cock twitches, my lungs shrink, and my pulse hammers out a staccato rhythm against my eardrums. She’s on her knees before me. Worshipping me, praying at my altar. The thought makes my cock painfully hard, and I can’t…think. A breath hisses through her lips, and she snatches her gaze away, lifting her hand. Blood pours from her finger, cascading down her hand so hypnotically. I drop to a crouch, grabbing her wrist and tugging her closer. The soft jazz music swells around us, and I know there’s a room full of people, but all I see is her…and her blood. So red, so vibrant. Our eyes meet, and I hold my breath, fighting the torrent of images flashing through my mind. Wings. Flames. Blood tears. Blood, blood, blood. Wings of crimson. An angel on her knees, a sacrificial offering. For me. To me. And she looks so good in blood, the crimson against that pristine, pale skin. No!

Shoving to my feet, I stagger away from her. “Clean that up,” I grunt before hurrying away. 

She tempts the very darkest parts of me to the surface. Which is precisely why she should be dead, a little voice pops up in my mind. It would be so easy, her existence washed from this planet and thus my mind, as bleach washes germs away. I would feel cleansed. Fixed. Right. But if an angel is the voice of your conscience, encouraging good, then this…craving must surely be the work of the devil. Burning, burning, burning. 

She tests me with her simple innocence and naivety, and how truly damned does that make me — that I should crave the destruction of something pure? She plays to my weaknesses, and that troubles me in ways I cannot fathom. This is what He wants, to watch me lose control, to watch me struggle for Him. 

I need to get out of this club. 

l’ve never run from anyone, but I’m fleeing from the monster she entices from deep inside me. I should never have offered her a job here. I keep walking, moving through the club and straight out of the front door, racing towards the salvation that I sorely need

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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The Saint by LP Lovell ~ COVER REVEAL

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I thought I knew exactly who I was. Until I fell for a man with no soul, and gave him mine…

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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Cards of Love: The Pope by LP Lovell ~ Sarah A’s Review

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I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

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The Pope was a decadent thrill ride that kept me glued to the pages and had my heart racing with all the secrets and insanity. I’ve read a lot of forbidden romances, all different types including some involving priests, but the twists in The Pope were entirely new and fresh. I was simultaneously enraptured and horrified by all of it.

The Pope was wicked in the best way possible. Usually romances are about making the people better, having them find their light in the dark. The Pope took another path, Judas saw the darkness in Delilah and knew helping her embrace that piece of herself would free her from the constraints she was holding herself under. Watching that immorality blossom in her was disturbingly satisfying and made me feel a strange sense of fulfillment that she’d finally found her place in the world, no matter whether it was socially acceptable or not.

If you’re familiar with Bible stories at all the significance of the characters’ names, Delilah and Judas, is immediately evident. I loved how Ms. Lovell injected the biblical characters into the personalities of the leads in this story. There were wonderful parallels that came into play as far as both Delilah and Judas’ betrayals of things they held dear to their hearts. It was a glorious tie-in, and I really appreciated it.

LP Lovell has slowly but surely won me over with her dark, depraved romances. She’s found a balance between the things we as humans find inherently wrong and the beauty of love and romance under any circumstances. I find myself craving her twisted worlds and treacherous storylines because they are so fascinating and engrossing.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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NEW RELEASE!! Cards of Love: The Pope by LP Lovell

We’re celebrating the release of Cards of Love: THE POPE by LP Lovell! One-Click today!

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.

She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.

Little does she know…

For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologize for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy. 

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Cracks duet by LH Cosway ~ Sarah A’s Review

Life used to be simple.

I was a city girl with humble dreams. Then Dylan O’Dea broke into my flat, held me against the wall and told me to stay quiet.

It was like in the movies, where the universe zeros in on a single scene. I looked into his eyes and knew he was going to change me.

For Dylan, the sky was always falling. He showed me how our world is a contradiction of beauty and ugliness. How we choose to ignore the awful and gloss over it with the palatable. How you need just a tiny drop of something unsavory to create every great scent.

Pretty deep for a pair of teenagers living in a block of council flats in inner city Dublin, right Probably. But we weren’t typical. We both had our obsessions. Mine was growing things, Dylan’s was scent. He taught me how to use my nose, and I introduced him to the magic of flowers.

I had no idea that one day he’d build an empire from what we started together. But before that, there was love and happiness, tragedy and epic heartbreak…

My name is Evelyn Flynn and I’m going to tell you about the crack in everything.

**A Crack in Everything is Book #1 in L.H. Cosway’s Cracks duet.**

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I almost don’t want to review this book before I have read the second.  It was a fairly difficult read, for me, mostly because Evelyn and Dylan’s story feels so unfinished.  It left me in a VERY uncomfortable place, I’ve read a lot of cliffhangers and generally don’t have an issue with them, but this one felt different to me.  Likely because of the other events going on in their lives.

A Crack in Everything is NOT a stand-alone at all, it is the first in her Cracks duet.  I would highly suggest reading them in quick succession because right now I am DYING to get the How the Light Gets In.  A Crack in Everything is told in first-perspective in Evelyn’s voice.

A Crack in Everything felt naïve, immature even (not the writing, but the tone of the book), which was perfect because Evelyn and Dylan are children – 17 & 18, respectively – and it was reflected in the novel.  It was interesting to get that feeling from a book, as I’ve read several YA novels that don’t have that same naïveté come across.  Even the gloom and doom of Dylan’s worldview felt like the lamentations of a teenager, rather than the world-hardened cynicism of an adult.

If I were to decide a theme for this book, it would be loss.  Though not all the losses were experienced within the timeline of this book, the losses Dylan and Evelyn experienced were profound.  They’d allowed the losses to affect them differently, especially at the end of the book, but there was never any doubt that each of their lives was filled with tragic circumstances.  I can’t wait to see how they cope with they continue to deal with their losses during their ‘in between.’

I won’t lie, I have several LH Cosway books on my kindle, but this is the first one I’ve read.  I’m impressed and will be moving those others up my TBR.  Right now, she has me so worked up to find out how Evelyn and Dylan’s ‘after’ plays out I can hardly stand it.  She did an exceptional job of building up tension and anticipation, and I NEED to know how it all works out.

He came back to me 16 minutes and 59 seconds into Beethoven’s Symphony no. 7.

We parted amid tragedy, so it seemed poetic. Dylan O’Dea, my childhood sweetheart, had once meant everything to me. Now we were strangers, and honestly, after eleven years I never thought I’d see him again.

I lived in the world of the average, of getting paid by the hour and budgeting to make ends meet. But Dylan, he lived in the world of wealth and success. He’d achieved the great things I always suspected he would. The dissatisfaction he’d felt as a teenager had obviously been an excellent motivator.

He started a business from scratch, pioneered a brand, and created perfumes adored by women across the globe. I was just one of the people who’d been there before. Now he was living his best life in the after.

And me, well, I’d been in a dark place for a while. Slowly but surely, I was letting the light back in, but there was something missing. I was an unfinished sentence with an ellipsis at the end. And maybe, if I was brave enough to take the chance, Dylan could be my happy ending.

How the Light Gets In is Book #2 and the concluding installment in L.H. Cosway’s Cracks duet.

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This was a far easier, far lighter book than its predecessor. How the Light Gets In was the beautiful butterfly to A Crack in Everything’s caterpillar, the eleven years in between the metamorphosis.  Evelyn and Dylan had both changed so much, grown into different, more mature versions of themselves.  One jaded by life, the other finally able to see the wonder in things where only darkness was present before.  It was fascinating to have the roots of the same people, while the foliage appeared so different.

How the Light Gets In is the second book in LH Cosway’s Cracks duet; you MUST read A Crack in Everything before reading How the Light Gets In or you will lose the integrity of the story and the foundation of Evelyn and Dylan’s story.  The story is written in first-person perspective, narrated by Evelyn.

First, I want to tell you how thankful I am the Ms. Cosway didn’t drag out the separation between Evelyn and Dylan in this book.  Too often second chance romance prolong the pain of the separation to build anticipation, I had quite enough tension built in the final pages of A Crack in Everything, so I didn’t need any more in this book.

How the Light Gets In felt more grown-up than A Crack in Everything did.  The tone was far more mature, the characters more attuned to the world outside the corner they’d known their entire lives.  Evelyn and Dylan mellowed, neither held quite the extreme world-view they had in the first part of their story.  It was delightful to be able to feel how much they’d changed in this book.

This second book in the Cracks duet didn’t have a continuous theme like the first book did.  Instead, it focused more on Evelyn’s journey to accepting the part of herself that she’d lost while reconciling her old feelings for Dylan with the new pieces of themselves they’d found during their separation.  I loved watching them reconnect, recalibrate their relationship, and rediscover all the things they’d always loved about one another.

I hope this duet is indicative of what all of LH Cosway’s writing is like.  These books were intriguing and kept me invested in not only the main characters’ happiness but that of the secondary characters as well.  Her writing was intelligent and conveyed the perfect tone for her characters.  I was well impressed with how well she portrayed her narrator as both a teenager and an adult, it was fascinating and something I’d never even considered before reading these books.

L.H. Cosway lives in Dublin, Ireland. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books. She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories. L.H. is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.

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