Monday, March 20, 2017

Sins of the Father by Sheryl Browne - Book Reviews, Excerpt & Giveaway


Book reviews


Review by Anniek

After the terrible events that almost cost them their lives, Matthew and his family are picking up the pieces. They're starting to feel normal again. Their little girl Mia is helping them overcome their pain and grief. Matthew and Rebecca have lovingly taken Ashley, Matthew's niece, into their home. Matthew still has nightmares at night and is struggling with the mistakes he made that put his family in danger. When Matthew and Rebecca are introduced to Ashley's friend, Jasmine, no one has any idea what she's been planning for a long time. Now that the law is no longer on his side will Matthew be able to unravel the truth before it's too late and when he is being accused of terrible things will Rebecca stand by him once more?

Matthew thinks he's useless. He's not opening up to his family and this stops his capability to come to terms with what happened in the past. He's passionate about his work and he's both determined and skilled. He is a cop with all his heart. I love how he is as a father and husband. Matthew is sweet, caring and willing to do everything for the people he loves. Family for me means sticking together and he did this and more for his sister and her daughter. He's truly a good guy. I was wishing for him to find peace and to accept the fact that nobody is perfect.

Rebecca is the strongest woman I have ever read about. She's such a loving mother and she truly cares for people. She's Matthew's rock and stands by her man. I'm in awe of her as a person. She has such a big heart and she'll go to hell and back if this means her family will be safe. She needs her bravery now more than ever, especially when she doesn't know if she can trust her own judgment. I kept hoping she'd discover the truth before it would be too late.

Sins of the Father is the second book in the DI Matthew Adams series. This story is raw and pure. It's gripping and the suspense was killing me. I love it when a book makes me feel many different things and really enjoyed Sins of the Father because of this. Rebecca and Matthew are rock solid as a couple. Their unconditional love for each other is what gets them through every time. They're one of my favorite couples to read about. Sheryl Browne always manages to surprise me, I love her thrilling stories.
 
Advice

Sins of the Father is an action-packed, gripping story which will keep you on the edge of your seat. Even though this book can be read as a standalone, to fully understand the story I'd recommend you to read the books of the DI Matthew Adams series in chronological order.

Review by Suze

DI Matthew Adams and his wife Becky have been through a lot together. Matthew's archenemy Patrick Sullivan took so much from them and even though the man is dead Matthew's nightmares won't stop. After three years he's still reliving all the things that have been done to him and his family. Together with Matthew's niece Ashley and their young daughter Mia Matthew and Becky are trying to find happiness again. However, the past has never been entirely put behind them and an old ghost won't stop until Matthew had suffered as much as possible. Will he and his family manage to survive another terrible ordeal?

Sins of the Father isn't an easy read. It's incredibly shocking and I constantly had tears in my eyes when I read about what's being done to Matthew. He's a good man with enemies that are both powerful and crazy. Matthew loves his family and keeping them safe is the most important thing in the world for him, but unfortunately it's something he isn't very successful at. There's so much heartache and there are plenty of horrors he has to go through, but Matthew's strong love is what keeps him going. He's an admirable person with a big heart and he's a great husband, father and cop.

Matthew and Becky have a strong relationship. Even after their numerous past misfortunes they're still very much in love and I loved that about them. Being with Matthew isn't easy for Becky, but there's plenty of affection and support in their home and they are amazing parents. Matthew doesn't talk about his feelings though and he doesn't want to bother anyone. Due to everything that has been done to his family because of him, Matthew feels worthless and my heart ached for him. He's a wonderful father and brother and his connection with his family is impressive. They truly deserve to be happy, but unfortunately fate has something different in store for them and reading about it sometimes literally took my breath away.

Sins of the Father is a gripping disturbing thriller and you need to have a strong stomach to be able to read this story. I was seriously scared when I read this book and Sheryl Browne managed to keep me on the edge of my seat from beginning to end. Her story is unpredictable and filled with unexpected twists and turns. It's a gruesome, but emotional read, that's both surprising and really good. Sheryl Browne's descriptive, realistic and energetic writing always manages to hit me like a ton of bricks and that's exactly what I enjoy so much about her stories.

Advice

If you like gripping and incredibly shocking thrillers you should definitely read Sins of the Father. It's the second part of the DI Matthew Adams series and I'd advise you to start with After She's Gone, so you will fully comprehend the story.

About Sheryl Browne


Heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy, heart-wrenching fiction. A member of the Crime Writers’ Association, Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for the Best Romantic e-book Love Stories Award 2015, Sheryl has several books published and two short stories in Birmingham City University anthologies, where she completed her MA in Creative Writing.

Recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer, Sheryl’s contemporary fiction comes to you from award winning Choc Lit.

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Excerpt

Matthew woke abruptly, hurtled from sleep by a nightmare he thought would never end. Sweat saturating his face, pooling in the hollow of his neck, he pulled himself upright and squinted against the thin trickle of sunlight filtering through the slatted blinds at the window. His first thought was that he had a hangover the size of an airdrome. His second, that they had no blinds at their bedroom window.

Easing his legs over the edge of the bed, a wheeze rattling his chest and nausea gripping his stomach as the room revolved in sick-making revolutions around him, his gaze went instinctively to the bedside table. His inhaler was there, the blue curative he carried with him, lined up neatly alongside his phone. Disorientated, Matthew blinked hard. His vision was blurred. His memory? Where the bloody hell was he?

A hotel room. Functional, he registered. Scanning his surroundings, he noted the fire instructions pinned to the door, the ancient fire extinguisher on the wall, the dusty circa nineteen eighties carpet. A shithole. Matthew closed his eyes and swallowed against the acrid taste in the back of his throat, then almost had a heart attack as his phone rang, loud and shrill, screeching through his brain like an express train. Scrambling around his mind for some recollection of what had happened the night before, he came up with nothing that was tangible, his tenuous thoughts seeming to slip away, like sea filtering ineffectually through sand. He had a few grainy, grey memories: Jasmine, the apartment, tastefully decorated. The painting, abstract colours intermingling. Coffee. Dripping. Shoes, clacking, like the ominous slow tick of a clock. One shoe. A stiletto. Connor …? Had he been there? Here? Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, tried desperately to remember. Natalie? Christ, no.

His phone rang again, sharp, insistent. Becky, it had to be, and Matthew had no clue what to say to her. Attempting to control his escalating panic, to regulate his breathing, he let it ring and reached for his inhaler instead … and then stopped dead.

Seeing the crimson stains on his hand, Matthew’s heart somersaulted in his chest.

Dried blood, he registered, trying hard not to let the panic, now gripping his gut like a vice, cancel out logical thought. Old blood. His? How old?

Bringing both palms shakily to his face, he examined them. They were ingrained with the stuff. He flipped them over. His knuckles were bruised. Right hand. Sweet Jesus, what had he done? Disentangling himself from the duvet, Matthew scrambled to his feet, then quelling the nausea now clawing its way up his windpipe, he checked himself over. Deep wheals ran vertically down his chest. Four. Matthew swallowed hard. Checked his limbs. Found scratches on his arms. His neck, too. He could feel those, raw and sore.

His pulse rate ratcheting up, he yanked the duvet back. More blood. Too much. Stark against the grey-white of the sheets. Trying desperately to keep a lid on his emotions, he turned, stumbling towards the bathroom, where he leaned over the toilet and vomited the sparse contents of his stomach.

Standing unsteadily, Matthew clutched the sink hard for support. Deep gouges on his cheek, he noted through the mirror, then flinched as a flashback hit him head on: Jasmine, smiling, her eyes, flat and emotionless. Her fingernails trailing down his face, his torso. Her touch had been light. She’d inflicted no damage. So how? Who? Natalie? A fresh image assaulted him, Natalie lying next to him. On top of him. Had he? No! His gaze straying to the wall behind him, Matthew’s legs almost gave way. There were blood spatters on the tiles. Perspiring profusely, he dragged an arm over his forehead. Irregular, splattered all over the walls. Christ, this couldn’t be happening.

A terrifying scenario unfurling in his head, Matthew willed himself to turn to the bath. His hand visibly shaking, cold trepidation snaking the length of his spine, he steeled himself to reach for the mould-stained shower curtain, hesitated, and drew it back.

A tap dripped, slowly, steadily. Each drip echoing distortedly around the room, sounding like a nail being driven into his coffin. He registered the watery trickle of blood washing over the carcass of a spider wedged in the plughole.

No body.

Wilting with relief, Matthew turned away. Taking several slow breaths, he grabbed a towel from the rail, whilst simultaneously reaching for the sink tap, and then stopped, his head screaming, his instincts colliding. If he cleaned himself up, he’d be destroying evidence. If he ran … Matthew stared hard at himself in the mirror. More images assailed him, disjointed memories. Surreal, foggy recollections. He’d been here with two women. Jasmine and Natalie. Matthew knew that much. Thought he did. And every indication was that one of those women had been badly injured, or worse, possibly by him. If he was going to call this in, and terrified though he was, his conscience told him he had to, he couldn’t wash. He needed to. The smell in the room was cloying. A woman’s scent. It was all over him.

He had to call Becky. Trying to keep calm, to not give into his urge to run from the room and keep running, Matthew headed back to the bedroom, where his phone had been ringing constantly. Whatever had happened, she needed to hear it from him first. He needed to tell her … Tell her what? Something’s happened, but I don’t know what? I think I’ve been set-up but I have no idea why? I might have had sex with someone but it wasn’t intentional?

Consensual.

No! Disbelieving, Matthew gulped back an immediate deep sense of shame.

Giveaway

One very lucky winner will receive a digital copy of Sins of the Father by Sheryl Browne.
 
 

12 comments:

  1. Pretty! This was an extremely wonderful post. Many thanks for providing this info.

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  2. WhooOOP! Thank you SO much, Anniek and Suze for TWO excellent reviews! What a lovely thing to do! Feeling very proud. Love you guys! And, yes, I love Matthew too. :) xx

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  3. Thrillers are one of my favorite genres. I guess because they are thrilling? sic
    I suppose its for the same reason that I like action movies. We get to pretend we are cool, confident, and in control - like Bond or Bourne or Black Widow.

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  4. Thrillers are my favorite because the suspense has me craving more.

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  5. Thrillers are one of my favourite genres because I like to figure out whodunnit. I like suspenseful, on the edge of your seat writing.

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  6. Even though thrillers are not my favorite genre, I do enjoy reading them.

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  7. I do love a good thriller, tho my faves are romantic historical novels and fantasy xx

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  8. I love thrillers because it gives me a good thrill and it is different from romance. It's a good mystery in thrillers to figure out who is the killer in the end. It surprises me when it's revealed and not the one i was thinking it was.

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  9. Thriller is 1 of my favorites. This genre opens doors to possibilities I never know of.

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  10. Thank you once again girls! This is my favourite genre and sometimes it's difficult to find examples that I'll like.

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