Thursday, February 25, 2016

New Release + Review + Excerpt: Elastic Heart by Mary Catherine Gebhard

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Title: Elastic Heart
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard
Genre: Dark Romance
Publish Date: February 25, 2016
Review Source: eARC
 
What do you do when the man who raped you has the entire police force in his pocket? When you’re called a slut, a whore, and a liar? You get your own justice.

My name is Nami DeGrace, and six months ago I was a normal college student. I was volunteering on the campaign of a man I believed in, a man I thought to be good and noble. Then one night that man forced himself on me and everything changed.

The media reviled me. The police didn’t believe me. My friends abandoned me. I dropped out of college and only have one mission in life: make him pay. That is, until Nick Law came in to my life.

Indomitable, infuriating, and irresistible, Law is complicating things.

The first few pages had me wondering what the hell. The middle of the book had me in tears. By the end of this dark romance novel, I was in complete and utter shock over everything that happened from page one to the end. Wow. Just...simple as that. Wow. I will say this much before proceeding; this novel focuses on rape as well as abuse, and needs to be taken into consideration when one-clicking this novel.

Nami Degrace just wants some sort of end to come to the hell that has been her life for months now. The mane that raped her will never get what he deserves. The press would turn on him, and make his life, his family's life, and her own life a living hell. Sadly, her plan to turn him in backfires, and the media takes her down a few notches. Hiding in the darkness she retreats into her apartment where she works a graveyard shift, and becomes one with the night. Until she comes out for coffee one afternoon. All hell breaks loose for her closed off world. When a stranger with a familiar voice breaks against her walls, she isn't sure how to react. The one, and only time, she had heard this man's voice was when the man was talking with "him". The one that raped and rocked Nami's world. She doesn't trust him. Doesn't want to trust him. And refuses to let him into her life.

This novel was just wow. I have no idea where to go with this review because of it. It was very dark - there were moments that I was just beside myself with words because of the terror that Nami faces on a daily basis when she leaves the safety of her home is just unfathomable. When Nick Law steps into the picture Nami is against the idea of it. All of it. And I was right there with her as she built up her walls only to have them come crashing down. The reader will be into this novel from page one. And to top it all off it's well-written, a wonderful 5 Bars to Mary Catherine Gebhard on a hard subject to tackle, and doing with a style that made her heroine strong, and independent.



Another knock sounded on the door and I burrowed farther into my couch. If it couldn’t hear me, then it couldn’t get me, right?

“Nami open your door! It’s me, Law!” I perked up a bit, looking at my door with less hostility and more interest. Why was Law here? Still, my interest was not enough to get me off the couch. Law was persona non grata in the DeGrace house.

“Go away!” I yelled, curling myself in blankets.

“I will stay here and wake up all of your neighbors if you don’t let me in!”

“Go ahead!” I yelled back. “They hate me anyway!” Silence radiated through the wood, and I hoped that Law had decided against staying. When I’d all but settled back into my alcohol-induced comfort, I heard something truly disturbing.

Singing.

Loud, operatic singing.

I could hear Law clearly through my door, though the language was unknown. He was bellowing the notes, his voice getting higher and louder. It was beautiful, but it was also incredibly annoying. I didn’t mind him waking up my neighbors—they’d been less than kind to me; I did mind, however, my neighbors calling the police. I didn’t want to deal with the police. Ever again, if I could help it.

I opened my door, angry, slightly tipsy, and using my blanket as a cape. Law didn’t stop singing even though I opened the door. He continued, his voice an operatic majesty that did not belong in my hallway. He even gesticulated with his hands.

“Stop!” I yelled. Law continued to sing, gesturing at my apartment that I blocked with my body. I glared furiously at him as I let him enter my apartment. He only stopped his song when I closed the door behind us.

“What the hell was that?” I fumed, trying to block him farther entry into my apartment. If I could keep him contained to just the entryway, then I technically hadn’t lost.

“Puccini. Madama Butterfly.”

I scoffed and, remembering why I hated Law, got to the point. “Why did you come here?”


“I decided that I do care what you think of me.” Before I could respond, Law pulled me in both arms and kissed me on the mouth, hard.

Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew and sometimes calls herself Eva Natsumi. She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.

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