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Intuition (The Premonition, #2) by Amy A. Bartol

4 years ago


Intuition

5 Stars |Goodreads|Amazon|

Yes! I was So glad that I had this novel already loaded on my reader when I finished the first book because I needed it with that ending. Holy Heck! This book. Like really. This book took this series to a whole new level. I loved the first novel, but it didn't SEAL the series for me. I could have walked away. After this book? Not a chance. Amy takes things to a while new level with this book. We are introduced to a slew of new characters that oddly I found myself intrigued by. What we really got with this book though, was a story line that had endless possibilities. With the end of book one we had some ideas where things could go, but with this novel that is thrown out the window and you are left to just sit by and enjoy he ride that Reed, Russel and Evie are taking you on. Well, really just Evie because she wants to handle everything. The synopsis. When I got to that point in the book my heart was breaking. I wanted so bad for a knight in shining armor to fix it all, but I am glad that things worked out the way they did because I had no idea where they were going and it kept it a great read. Lots of suspense. 5 stars. I am jumping right into book three. I can't help it.

Synopsis:

I don’t open my eyes so I can’t see him, but I can smell him. He thickens the air I breathe, choking me with his scent…his aroma. I shiver. I have to resist. If I’m not strong, then I will be relegated to the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects me even now. But now, I crave him and he knows that; he has been counting on my need to end the gnawing pain. How he would savor my surrender. I’m alive, but how much longer will it take until I beg him not to be?