Some time ago, I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of author Anise Eden and am honored to call her a friend. Since her recent debut with All The Broken Places, book 1 of her series The Healing Edge, I have also become a fan. I was so excited to read book 2, All The Wounds in Shadow, which just released this week.
I have posted reviews of both books online but please read on for my review of All The Wounds in Shadow. In the meantime, Anise is going to tell us a little bit about the book and share the book’s music playlist.
Congrats, Anise!
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Here’s a bit about my new release, ALL THE WOUNDS IN SHADOW (The Healing Edge, #2). You may recall that in the first book of The Healing Edge paranormal romance series, ALL THE BROKEN PLACES, Cate Duncan is a therapist who is struggling to cope after her mother’s death. Cate’s world is forever transformed when she learns that she is an empath and is recruited to work for the MacGregor Group, a clinic staffed by a unique group of paranormally gifted individuals. ALL THE WOUNDS IN SHADOW picks up right where the first book left off. Here is the description:
For fans of Karen Robards and Shiloh Walker, Anise Eden brings us the mesmerizing sequel to her paranormal romantic suspense novel All the Broken Places.
Cate’s enemies aren’t just surrounding her―they’re inside her head.
Therapist Cate Duncan has just accepted a job with the MacGregor Group, a unique collective of alternative healers. She’s excited by the prospect of honing her empathic healing techniques among others like herself―aura readers, telepaths, crystal healers, and more. The fact that Cate just started dating Ben, her magnetic new boss, is an added bonus.
Before Cate can settle into her new routine, the poisoning of a prominent neuroscientist draws the entire MacGregor Group into both a federal investigation and an even more insidious threat. Protected by Ben’s former Marine Corps unit, Cate and her colleagues must use their alternative healing methods to solve the crime as their patient clings to life.
The responsibility of discovering crucial information falls to Cate and her parapsychological powers. But for Cate, unraveling the mystery means reopening wounds that had just begun to heal―and in the environment of the Marine Corps unit, differences between Cate and Ben become clearer, straining their budding romance. When a new crisis looms, Cate must trust in her colleagues’ gifts and the strength of Ben’s love, finding the courage to confront her deepest and most terrifying demons―or her own life will be at risk.
I’m so excited to share this new installment in The Healing Edge Series with readers! The third book, ALL THE LIGHT THERE IS, will be coming out in Spring/Summer 2017. Readers can always find the latest information about my work on my website, AniseEden.com, which also has all of my social media links. Thank you again for hosting me on your blog today; it has been an honor and a pleasure, as always!
Playlist for ALL THE WOUNDS IN SHADOW (The Healing Edge, #2):
“One And Only” – Adele
“Dindi” – Joseh Garcia
“I’ll Be Seeing You” – Billie Holiday
“Fight Song” – Rachel Platten
“My Baby Just Cares for Me” – Nina Simone
“I’m Kissing You” – Des’ree
“Sabotage” – Beastie Boys
“It Had to Be You” – Frank Sinatra
His features grew soft with affection. “You never stop surprising me, Cate.”
I felt my cheeks redden again. It was time to change the subject. “Let’s talk about something nonserious for a change. It sounds like it’s going to be all serious all the time once we get where we’re going.”
“Good point. Let’s shorten the road. What would you like to talk about?”
Suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything but the mission, which I knew we couldn’t discuss further until we arrived. I racked my brain. “Twenty Questions is kind of a road-trip game, isn’t it?”
“Hmm.” For the first time that morning, he appeared upbeat. “I should warn you, I’m really good at that game.”
At the prospect of playing a normal, lighthearted game with Ben, happiness flitted through me like a tiny fish. Still, I shook my head at his overconfidence. “Is there anything you aren’t good at?”
“Plenty of things,” he said, “but absolutely no advantage will accrue to me if I tell you what they are.” A smile played across his lips. “Ladies first.”
We played a few rounds. It was obvious that we were trying to make it easy for one another. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Ben took the same approach to games that I did—that their purpose was fun, not serious competition. Still, after I guessed his Jaguar in eight questions and he guessed Vani in six, it was starting to get a bit ridiculous.
I glanced around for inspiration. It wasn’t hard to find. “Okay, I have something. Go ahead.”
“Animal, vegetable, or mineral?”
“Mineral.”
“Is it your ring?”
My mouth fell open. “You know, being telepathic is the kind of thing you’re supposed to disclose to the person you’re dating!”
“Not telepathic, just observant.” He nodded at my hand. “You looked down at your ring right before you said you had something.”
I gave him a lengthy glare. Then I put some real thought into my next answer. “Okay, ready.”
“Animal, vegetable, or mineral?”
“Animal.”
“Is it bigger than a breadbox?”
“Yes.”
Ben glanced in the rear view mirror, presumably to make sure that Vani was asleep and Asa and Eve still had their headsets on. Then he asked, “Is it the incredibly distracting woman who’s wearing your ring?”
I pressed my lips together. “You know, for someone who’s so fond of following rules, you’re certainly playing fast and loose with Twenty Questions.”
“You’re right, I apologize,” he said, with no sincerity whatsoever. “Give me one more chance. How many questions do I have left?”
As much as I was enjoying Ben’s playful side, I tried to look stern. “Seventeen.”
“All right.” He frowned in exaggerated concentration. “Is it a mammal?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.” He rubbed his jaw and murmured, “Is it the woman I kissed last night—the one I can’t stop thinking about kissing?”
A fresh blush splashed across my face as I recalled our prolonged session on my couch. “You can’t stop thinking about that either?” I whispered.
His smile was triumphant. “So I guessed right?”
“No, you did not guess right!”
“Oh, too bad.” He arched an amused eyebrow. “And no, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m thinking about it right now, in fact.”
My breath caught in my throat as Ben’s eyes flashed up and down my body like a sultry searchlight. “You’re not even playing the game at this point.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. In my defense, though, it’s hard to concentrate on Twenty Questions when you’re sitting this close to me.”
I tried to disguise my stirring arousal with an eye roll. “Says the master of self-control.”
“Only when I’m able to concentrate fully on that task,” he admitted with a crooked grin. “Right now, at least half of my brain is occupied with driving.”
“I see.” It occurred to me that this information might come in handy sometime. “I’ll have to remember that.”
He shot me an inquisitive look. “Tell me what the answer was, at least?”
I only kept him in suspense for a minute. “It was Tank, the dog from your old Marine Corps unit.”
“Tank!” He leaned back, stretched, and tucked his free hand behind his head. “Well, I was in the right neighborhood, anyway.”
I was in the same neighborhood as a Rottweiler? “Meaning what, exactly?”
“Well, Tank used to kiss me all of the time,” Ben said. “Of course, his kisses were more slobbery….”
Choking back a laugh, I warned, “I’d stop talking right now if I were you.”
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Rosanna Leo 