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 Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales
Publication Date: July 29, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Thirty-four year old Vicki Laramie must learn to trust before she can love, but she might die trying.

 

While Vicki’s children grapple with the death of their father — a man whom she’s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her rebellious teenager recognizes — she must find a way to support her family and find a role model for her boys. She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant Chase, her best friend’s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). She’d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a voice in the decision she makes. With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after her money, a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chase’s repeated attacks, she can only hope to survive the danger she faces. If she doesn’t, her children will be left without either parent.

 

 

 

Shaunna Gonzales currently resides with her family in the greater Seattle area. Married over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of four continue to be her priorities.

 

A storyteller in her youth, she endevored to extend her love of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel. Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn. Once told by her doctors that she would never leave her wheelchair — due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)

 

Shaunna has worked as a professional reviewer for InD’Tales eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.

 

Although she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has learned from the school of life and is often found “giving back.”

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Time lost its meaning as my soul cried out to God. I didn’t think God would care for a single mother of three, but I pleaded anyway. My feelings vacillated between a peace I couldn’t convince myself existed, and frustrated loneliness. Maybe God had left me alone… in more ways than I thought possible. Heck, I didn’t care. Anger laced my emotions, growing dominant. I was mad at life and mad at God for making it so hard. It wasn’t fair! Janine’s words echoed in my mind. “He didn’t promise it would be fair, or easy. He promised it would be worth it.” I wasn’t sure, but Janine proved right about so many things. Maybe I would start paying attention to what she said. Maybe. Of one thing I became sure during those dark hours. It was time for me to stand on my own two feet. Marshall would never return. Hope springs eternal, as a flower poised to bloom in spring, trembling in its reach for the sun. Would I bloom or whither at the first sign of frost?
War is never easy to talk about it, much less explain to loved ones what happened over there to make you act the way that you do. War destroys lives, war changes lives, and war stays with you even when you have come away with your battle scars. Soldiers who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, simply cannot turn off their trigger zones, nor do they expect those around them to understand the affects from the experiences that they’ve lived through. But still there is hope. Gonzales asserts an impossible situation upon a family of four, to show her readers that these things really do happen. Death and loss happen on an everyday basis, to those who do not deserve it and to those who are already gravely suffering from other burdens in life. This author encompasses a sensitive subject and combines it with a second chance at happiness.
Vicki Laramie has three children, and receives the horrendous news that her ex-husband and the father of her children, has died in combat. She looks to her best friend and neighbor, Janine Chase, for her wisdom and guidance on how to break the news to her children and live with the sudden loss of a parent, income, and companionship. When Janine’s son Kelly comes home from his tour, he promises his mother that he would never go back. He has a lot of problems, which make themselves known after he begins feeling an emotional and intimate connection to his friend’s wife, the friend who gave his life during the war, his only request to protect his family after he is gone. Vicki learns that the war has done something to Kelly, making it hard to trust him and it is not his fault, nor can she fault him for not being able to control it. Touching him sometimes triggers a war zone survival mentality, making him potentially dangerous to not only her, but her children as well. Can Vicki learn to trust Kelly enough to make a relationship work for her children’s sake? They need a father, but what are the lengths that she is willing to go to protect them when her happiness may be on the line as well?

Gonzales has a superb story-line and exceptional character development. All of her characters have such depth that will intrigue the reader and allow them to feel emotions like sympathy, hope, and determination. The pace is absolutely terrific; it is fast-paced, inspirational and the content is credible. The oldest child acting out, another child concerned for his mother’s safety, and Vicki’s reliance on religious faith are all credible factors after suffering from the loss of a parent. There are little to no errors in the context, which make it that much more enjoyable for the reader. If you are a reader of contemporary romance, this story will not disappoint.

 

A copy of this book was provided to Turning Another Page by Loving the Book, but this in no way affects our honest opinion of the book or the review that has been written. We provide a five-star rating for Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales.

Was he telling me the truth about Carter calling? I wasn’t sure. The reality of whether or not I’d survive the night and claim I’d made the right choice to accept a ride from such a dangerous man was, as of yet, to be determined. A fierce battle raged within me. Although grateful for the ride, and the warmth of his Jeep, a cold shudder of terror slithered up my spine every time he glanced my direction. The locked door added to my apprehension. Cold overwhelmed me again.

He exercised a considerable amount of care in adjusting the army blanket higher across my chest with one hand. His warm hand brushed against my skin. I flinched, wanting to scream, but managed to keep it in check, in all honesty because I couldn’t … The phantom pressure of his hands lingered at my throat.

 

It seemed incomprehensible. I’d once thought him in need of my comfort, only to have him turn on me, becoming a killer. Never, if I lived forever, would I forget the coldness in his eyes at the moment I knew I’d die. The memory of his eyes, the cold purposeful reflection of them, caused me to shudder. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Would his seeming gentleness be absent, replaced instead by the killer I knew existed behind the veil of concern for my well-being? Though good-looking, he’d proved beyond dangerous — he’d proven deadly. He’d held my life in his hands. The option of my continued breathing his choice and his alone. I wasn’t at all sure by what fate I continued to breathe and feared it had been a calculated move on his part to heighten my terror. He’d measured me well if such were his intentions.

 

It required a firm determination on my part to remain calm. In the subconscious recesses of my mind, I considered myself his prisoner. Distrust replaced my calm acceptance of his explanation of finding me with emphatic surety. I tried in vain to calm my instincts to run should the opportunity present itself.

 

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