Author: Pamela S. Thibodeaux
Publisher: Five Star
Length: 276 pages
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Taylor Forrestier is a visionary who sees into the past rather than into the future. She uses her gift as a means to create beautiful designs as an architect and interior designer. On the surface, her life seems to be going well; however, she and her twin brother, Trevor, are struggling to overcome the pain of horrible childhood abuses.
The question remains—will the twins allow God to bring healing into their lives and love into their hearts? Will they give over the pain of the past and lay it at God’s feet, acknowledging that He can make a way where there seems to be no way?
The Visionary captured my attention from the very first chapter. This is one book that I had a hard time putting down after I squeezed in my two chapters a day. If I had the time, I could have devoured this book in a few days’ time. One factor that drew me in right away was the detailed setting. I’ve never been to Louisiana; however, the way Ms. Thibodeaux portrayed the setting and scenes, I felt as if I was right there with the characters.
Speaking of characters—Ms. Thibodeaux has the gift of excellent character development. The way she develops each character seems effortless to the reader; thus, allowing us to fully emotionally engage with each character. The writing was high quality and the prose flowed flawlessly together into the perfect mixture to come together to make an exquisite novel that everyone should read. The painful topics of abuse described in this book were handled delicately and with care and in a realistic manner.
Intricate details kept me reading and wanting to know more about the characters I’ve come to care about. This is a story about life and pain and how God works everything out to our good. It is a love story, not only for two couples, but a love story between God and his creation. I didn’t want this novel to end and wanted to continue learning more about their life journeys. Ms. Thibodeaux wrote an outstanding work of fiction here—which strongly rivals my love affair with the classics. I highly recommend that you read this novel.
My Rating (The Visionary): 5 Stars—Outstanding Fiction
5 Stars--Outstanding Fiction: Rivals my love affair with the classics of Jane Austen
4 Stars--Top Notch Fiction: Highly recommend you read this book and watch this author
3 Stars--Ordinary Fiction: Not earth shattering revelation of greatness, but worth reading
2 Stars--Disappointing Fiction: Hoped for more and you won’t find this book fulfilling
1 Star--Not-so-good Fiction: Difficult to keep reading; you won’t want to read it either
(Disclaimer: I reserve the right not to post reviews with a rating below 3 Stars)
A gratis copy of this book was sent to this reviewer by the author / or publisher in exchange for an impartial evaluation.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“I’m not through yet,” he mumbled, then slid off the couch and swung her up in his arms.
Fear snuck in, darkening her eyes. She stiffened and opened her mouth to protest. He brushed his lips over hers and silenced her objections.
“I just want to hold you,” he whispered and laid his forehead against hers. “That’s all. I promise,” he added, unable to camouflage the need in his voice.
He’d offered her another step to relinquish her fear and trust him. Triumph lit his expressive eyes when she wrapped her arm around his neck, smiled, and whispered, “Okay,” then snuggled her face against his shoulder and let him carry her to the bedroom.
With exquisite tenderness, he laid her on the bed, crawled up beside her, and took her in his arms. Taylor felt the strength of his need in the heat and tensed against the hardness of his body. He eased his grip and propped up on one elbow beside her. His eyes pleaded for grace when he stroked the hair off her face and said in a soft, husky voice, “Please don’t be afraid of me; please trust me. I will never force or even persuade you to give more than you’re ready to.”
They gazed at each other for a long, tender moment. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushed her thumb over his mouth, then curled her fingers in his hair and urged his head down to fasten her lips to his. A low moan escaped his throat, yet he held himself taut.
Taylor ran her hand over his shoulder and back in a soft caress then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hold me, Alex, I trust you.”
The emotions reflected in his tone caressed her heart when he thanked her in that beautiful velvety-rough voice. He rolled onto his back, pulled the covers over her, and held her while she slept.