Saturday, April 28, 2012

A Suspenseful Saturday

Saturday is finally here and it's time to sit back, relax and enjoy A Suspenseful Saturday! I picked up today's read this past week after a lot of debating. Author M.L. Buchman's The Night Is Mine has been on my want list since it's release in February. I've been a little indecisive whether or not I wanted to to add this book to my digital collection for a couple of reasons. The first being my reluctance to invest so much time in a lengthy novel that received so many mixed reviews. The second being my reluctance in giving over said reading time to an unknown-to-me author. Actually, want to know something, that last question is one of the main reasons I started this new book feature. 

In the end it's obvious I decided to pick up Mr. Buchman's book, but not for any of the reviews I read on it or the fact that the cover is a sure sale (It's a fab balance between romance, kick-as washboard abs and the color pink). I picked it up because I've loved military romantic suspense plots ever since I discovered Suzanne Brockmann and that it is written by a male author. Weird reasoning on my part, but I've never read a RS penned by a man so I'm curious. In no way am I saying that a woman writes romance of any sub-genre better, but that change of perspective has me curious. And from what I have already read of the book I have to say that I am intrigued.

I can't wait to hear your thoughts. Let's begin! This teaser snippet is taken from chapter for of M.L. Buchman's The Night Is Mine.


   “Nice flight, Captain.”
   Mark couldn’t help himself. He radioed as they circled down together over the soccer stadium. He’d always been so careful not to compliment her. Keeping Emily Beale convinced she wasn’t as good as he needed her to be had honed her skills even in two short months. At least that’s what he hoped motivated him.
   Maybe he was just being petty… But no. She’d beaten him across the valley in identical birds and still he’d complimented her. Though there wasn’t enough money on Earth to make him ask her how she’d found the extra bit of speed.
   “Thank you, Major.”
   Nice flight? He’d almost choked when she crawled into that defile under a rain of fire. One lucky shot, one moment of lost control, and she’d have eaten the cliff wall.
   Any pilot good enough to make SOAR flew cool under fire. Sitting back at camp they might barf their guts out, but not in flight. And not Emily Beale. He’d never seen her with the shakes, the squeams, not even working out the kinks of a stiff neck from holding too tight.
   Captain Emily Beale. Ms. Cool-as-could-be.
   Would he have flown into that defile? Probably. If he’d thought of it. Would he have considered it long enough to think of it? Probably not. He’d have dismissed it out of hand as impossible. And probably left the Delta operator to pay the price for lack of any solution.

   What was he supposed to do with this woman?
   Even as they landed on the field, she settled her bird clean and square to the worn soccer field lines, hopped down at ease, and chatted for a minute with the D-boy she’d plucked off the cliff. He actually shook her hand and smiled before moving off toward the prisoners. More than most got from the silent ghosts of Delta Force.
   A bunch of the flyboys and ground crew gathered around her. The news of the mission’s success had swept through the base, and the story of the defile had already been spread by one of the Little Bird pilots. Mark could see it sweeping through the crowd.
   And Beale, calm as could be, completely unaware of the men’s stares, stripped her flight suit halfway down, tied the empty arms around her slim hips, and turned to inspect her bird. Peppered with hundreds of holes, one of the main rotor blades so chewed up it would need replacing, and a slow stream of black hydraulic fluid dribbled down the side of the engine housing. She climbed up with the crew chief to see where the damage originated, and thirty pairs of eyes followed her.
   Hard to blame the guys. Five hundred miles from nowhere and only one woman in sight. A real stunner, too. But that wasn’t the real reason they stared. She’d flown into a place no sane person would go to bring her action team out. For doing that, for protecting the team at any cost, there wasn’t a man here who wouldn’t throw himself in front of a bullet to save her, not even if she looked like a heifer.
   Did she know that she’d mesmerized an entire base of the toughest warriors on the planet with that single act, never mind the dozens before it?
   Did she have any idea that she’d done the same to him?


The Night Is Mine
M.L. Buchman
Book One of the Night Stalkers

Available at:
Amazon | B&N

Back Of The Book

NAME: Emily Beale RANK: Captain MISSION: Fly undercover to prevent the assassination of the First Lady, posing as her executive pilot.

NAME: Mark Henderson, code name Viper RANK: Major MISSION: Undercover role of wealthy, ex-mercenary boyfriend to Emily

Their jobs are high risk, high reward:

Protect the lives of the powerful and the elite at all cost. Neither expected that one kiss could distract them from their mission. But as the passion mounts between them, their lives and their hearts will both be risked...and the reward this time may well be worth it.

M. L. Buchman has worked in fast food, theater, computers, publishing, and light manufacturing. It's amazing what you can do with a degree in geophysics. At one point he sold everything and spent 18-months riding a bicycle around the world. In 11,000 miles, he touched 15 countries and hundreds of amazing people. Since then, he has acquired a loving lady, the coolest kid on the planet, and lives in Portland, Oregon.

Read more on M.L. Buchman at his site.

It's your turn! Dish! What are your thought's on the author's writing style? Did the snippet make you want to check our this book/series further? 


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