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In 1946, Sarah, a grieving war widow goes to the carnival with
her friends and is riveted by the tattooed man in the freak show,
sporting head to toe body art. Later she discovers him hiding
in her hayloft, escaped from virtual imprisonment since childhood
by the evil owner. She shelters him on her farm, fighting a powerful
sexual attraction while learning about his mysterious past and
gentle nature.
When a local child goes missing, Tom uses his psychic gifts to
locate her but his assistance in the case doesn’t allay
the town’s mistrust of such an exotic stranger in their
midst. Small-town prejudice tears the lovers apart and a very
real threat from the carnival owner endangers them. Can they rise
above obstacles of fear and hate to create the family both have
always craved?
Reviews
Karen Scott's Blog: What impressed me most about Bone Deep was
the way that this beautiful story was told. Good dialogue, and
a hellaciously intriguing cast of lead and secondary characters
easily solidified this book as one of my fave reads of the year.
Karen Scott’s blog “The Best and Worst of 2006”
- The Book That Made You Realise That Romance Isn’t The
Same Old Same Old All The Time (A.KA the most original romance
book read this year) - Mine was Bonnie Dee’s Bone Deep
Dionne Galace
“…the first time that the two of them have sex? It
is truly one of the most sensitive, most evocative, most sensual
love scenes I have ever read in my entire romance reading career.”
Euro Reviews - 5 stars, Reviewed by Kerin
“Ms. Dee’s books are so deep and passionate because
the love bonds that are built are fortified through trial and
tribulation. Bone Deep is exactly how it will touch you…right
down to the bone.”
Love Romances - 4 stars, Reviewed by Tara
“In a genre of passion before love, this story stands out.
Sarah and Tom made love with their bodies and souls and with a
rawness that gave their lovemaking an intensity all its own. BONE
DEEP was a touching, sweet story of a damaged man who was impossible
not to love and a woman who showed her strength by loving him.”
Joyfully Reviewed, Reviewed by Talia Ricci
“Being a fan of underdogs everywhere, I cheered for Sarah
and Tom and dared them to let anything stand in the way of their
happiness. Bone Deep is a poignant, often times sad novel that
comes full circle and ends happily.”
Novelspot.com - 9/10, Reviewed by Morgan Wyatt
“So far from your normal romance, I believe abby-normal
and riveting might be more appropriate descriptive terms.”
Coffee Times Romance - 4 stars, Reviewed by Wendy
"The sex is expertly placed to enhance the plot and the emotions
drawn on in every way. You will not just read Bone Deep, you will
feel it."
Romantic Times Magazine - 4 stars, Reviewed by Faith V. Smith
"Bone Deep is full of explicit love scenes emphasizing that
true love is more than skin-deep. Sarah and Tom's love for one
another is a beautiful look into what true romance is all about."
Mrsgiggles.com - 89
"I really like Bone Deep in all the ways that matter. I adore
the characters. I think the tattooed hero concept is fascinating,
out-of-the-ordinary and sexy at the same time, and I love the
story."
Fallen Angel Reviews - 5 angels, Reviewed by Anita
"Bone Deep is a perfect title. It cuts right to the bone
with its emotional intensity and depth. This story is not just
erotica, it is also a romance. Do take the time to read this book."
Just Erotic Romance Reviews - 4 stars, Reviewed by Julie Esparza
"The sex scenes were hot and were written so you could feel
the freedom the characters experience when together. Bone Deep
is a very good erotic romance that makes your heart swell and
spill over."
The Romance Readers Connection - 41/2 plugs, Reviewed by Sarah
Silversmith
"What an absolutely fabulous read! Bonnie Dee has an incredible
way of making the wounded hero extremely appealing. In a forum
dominated with ultra alpha men, it is very refreshing to find
a written romance hero like Tom. Continually growing, Tom seems
like such a simple character, but in reality he is quite complex."
Enchanted in Romance - 5 Unicorns, Reviewed by Anita
"Bone Deep delivers a powerful blow to the reader. It is
written with such emotion, you will find yourself pausing between
readings."
Erotic Horizon
A stunning read and I am absolutely pleased I read this book.
Excerpt:
The next station appeared to be empty. The wooden chair beneath
the yellow glow of the naked bulb was empty. Sarah peered into
the shadows behind the spotlighted chair and saw something moving.
Then the dark figure stepped into the circle of light.
Sarah drew in her breath sharply.
He was a walking tapestry of color. Every bit of the almost nude
man standing before her was covered in tattoos. Angels, devils,
dragons, flames, flowers and skulls were tossed on blue waves.
There was no common theme to the tattoos and only the decorative
swirls connected them. It gave the impression of flotsam floating
in the wake of a shipwreck.
In the center of the man’s chest was a red heart, not a
Valentine confection but a knobby fist-shaped lump with stubs
of aortas sticking out. Wrapped around the heart were links of
black chain, binding it tight.
The movements of his muscles as he took his seat caused the images
to expand and contract, as if they pulsed with life.
It took Sarah a moment to register how very nearly naked he was.
A small loincloth hung from his hips. As he sat, propping one
knee up on a rung of the chair, the cloth opened to reveal that
his thigh was covered with images right up to his groin.
A flush of heat lanced through her, settling warmly in between
her legs. She nervously brushed her hair back from her burning
cheeks and tucked it behind her ear. She knew she should move
on, but she couldn’t stop examining him.
The man stared ahead, gazing across the tent, focusing on something
she couldn’t see.
Sarah fought the urge to look over her shoulder at whatever he
was looking at.
His body was as concealed as if he had been clothed. The designs
and colors covered every limb and muscle, distracting the eye
from his nudity. Even his face and shaven head were tattooed.
More tentacles of the swirling blue design marked his cheeks and
framed his eyes making the vivid blue of the irises crackle against
the whites.
He turned his head to the side. Images bloomed up the back of
his neck and fanned out over his scalp in a fountain of colors.
The shreds of pale skin between the tattoos only served as contrast
to red, purple, ochre, green and inky black.
Sarah suddenly realized that her friends had already stopped,
looked at the tattooed man and gone on ahead while she still stood
and stared. Unwillingly, she set her feet moving.
Just then he faced forward again and for a brief moment his eyes
caught and held Sarah’s.
Her breath stopped and her heart pounded in her chest.
He was seeing her, gazing at her as intently as she had been
gazing at him, looking deep inside her.
She felt an emotional nakedness that matched his physical nudity.
She couldn’t break away from his gaze. Tears stung her eyes
and she blinked rapidly to clear them.
Then, abruptly, the man looked away again, staring sightlessly
at that invisible mark on the opposite side of the tent.
Sarah moved on feeling shaken and anxious, wondering what had
just happened to her. Ready to go home and bury herself under
the covers, she walked quickly past the rest of the exhibits,
heading for the door. Before she followed her friends out of the
sideshow Sarah took a last glance back at the tattooed man, but
a cluster of people blocked her view. She had to leave without
seeing him again.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of carnival lights and
music and too much noise. She made inane small talk with Grace,
Mike and Andrew but nothing registered. She felt like she was
walking in a dream. Her mind repeatedly returned to the arresting
vision of the tattooed man—to his intense eyes even more
than the art sprawled across his body.
She wanted to find an excuse to steal away from her friends,
pay her quarter and see him one last time. Instead, she bid her
friends goodnight, rejected Andrew’s offer to see her home
and walked over the hill and through the pasture to her house.
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