Saturday, 10 May 2014

Saints and Sinners

Roman - Tour Banner

I want to welcome Kennedy Streath to my blog as part of the blog tour for his novel.

Roman - Book CoverBOOK INFO 

Title – Roman 

Series – Saints and Sinners 

Author – Kennedy Streath 

Genre – Dark Urban Fantasy 

Publication Date – 12/11/12 

Length (Pages/# Words) - 89935 

Publisher – PubRight 

Cover Artist – Poppet


Benedict Nowak bailed on his marriage, taking his son with him but leaving behind his five year old daughter. He had his reasons. He had no idea they’d come back to haunt him.

TJ had come to terms with the mother she despised, making those small concessions that made life bearable. But her mother’s death changed everything.

Her brother, Anton, was the parent missing in TJ’s life, until he found a calling in violence, and left his sister at the mercy of shrinks and a mother with ice in her veins.

Roman Rincon was the juvie rescued by Father Marcus and placed in the care of Benedict Nowak. With his records sealed, no one knew what happened that fateful night when Roman was only fourteen. All Father Marcus knew was the boy had confessed to a crime not even the cops would talk about.

In the small coal mining town of Montville, two teens whose lives have been shattered beyond repair must find a way to cope … with school, with each other, with growing up marked as broken in a town dying under the weight of secrets and lies.

Warned off having anything to do with Roman, TJ is all too willing to agree, except for one little thing. The young man lives in the apartment above her father’s car repair business so avoiding him might be a problem.

As for Roman, he will take his secret to the grave, no matter what the cost.

  Roman - Banner  

My Review: Roman, Saints and sinners
Sixteen year old Theresa Jane (TJ) has just lost her mother, the mother she chose to live with when she was only five. With a father who has been absent for the majority of her childhood, and a mother who would make a deal with the devil for her own selfish gains, TJ has depended on her elder brother Anton (Tony) as family. Yet, now she's been forced to return to the old clapboard two story farmhouse of her father's, and Tony's departure is imminent. She makes him one promise, to stay away from the Rincon Kid... Roman.
I knew I'd love this book after the first page.  Kennedy's voice is deep, intense, so take this book as it is; a vein opened and a soul bled onto the page. It draws you in, intrigues you with insight and omission. TJ and Roman seem wise beyond their years, matured early by life. Their motivations vary; their reasons for inhabiting the same address at the same time appear coincidental. However, when their worlds collide, the fallout could bring down a mountain.
*****Five Stars*****

This book is incredible. Still not sure? Take a look at this  EXCERPT

Forced into making decisions no young girl should ever make, TJ must deal with her conflicted feelings for a mother who cared only for her career and a father who turned his back on his responsibilities. When TJ’s mother dies, the teen must go live with a father who is a stranger, in a town dying under the weight of poverty and ethnic divisions. TJ’s father, Benedict Nowak, has given Roman Rincon sanctuary. Fresh out of three years in juvie, the only friend Roman has is Father Marcus. The priest convinced the court to remand the troubled teen to Benedict’s supervision. Roman has to keep his head down and his nose clean.

This excerpt is the scene when TJ finally gets to meet the elusive teen.


“Come on in, Roman. I want you to meet...” Ben waved in her direction, “…my daughter, TJ.”

The teen stared, eyes a flat obsidian, framed by impossibly long lashes, the thick brownish black brows creased into a single, disapproving line. Deepset, those eyes were all she could focus on, commanding her undivided attention.

Ben rattled on, “TJ stands for Theresa Jane…”

Throat dry, TJ mouthed a ‘hi’ but it died before her lips could form the word. To her surprise her father wasn’t filling in the blanks like she might have expected, spilling all her particulars.

No … her mother just passed. I’m all she has. Well, Tony also. But Tony’s gone, back to his unit. She’ll be going to the high school. We’ll see the prin—

Instead he’d turned back to his task, shoulders rigid with tension. TJ wondered why.

But then she looked closer at the man hiding behind a boy’s lean and lanky frame, at the sharp planes of his high cheekbones, the cruel set to lips just on the edge of full, a hint of a dimple offset by the tilt of his head that spoke to defiance and self-sufficiency.

The hoodie masked all but his face. Short sideburns shadowed by the fleece suggested raven dark hair. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he wore it long, perhaps in a tail. He wasn’t as tall as her father or Tony, maybe five eleven, but she’d thought him bigger the way he commanded a room, like he’d emptied it of air and filled it with his presence, something physical … and something not. That something seemed to hover in the air currents, leaving her feeling like cannon fodder in a bad horror movie.

She felt the catch in her lungs, the sensation of menace, but refused to look away. She knew all about turf wars from her mother: the legal kind with briefs and a quick wit, the other with self-actualization on each side of a tennis court, the advantage always Eleanore. Mostly she knew about negotiating. About trade-offs. Being bought. Staying out of the way. Rigging the balance sheet so losses looked less like failure and more like incremental skirmishes.

Eleanore cooked the legal ledgers to get what she wanted. TJ leaned toward a slightly different interpretation but both had understood a zero sum game.

Roman had that very special knowledge also. But one thing about him was different: he needed no one, he feared nothing. Of that she was one hundred percent sure.

When he turned away and left without a word, she and Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

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What Kennedy has to say about writing...
Today I wrote it raw, hard and fast, words like bullets, a staccato beat and hooded to mask the pain.
Defiant, unrepentant. Bad bad boy with soul so pure the air ached and bled.
He bent to transcend, ever anchored, contained and restrained.
The night exploded a honeyed mask.
He pulled, pulled, pulled, a vortex, spinning down, tight, the cadence uneven, the lyrics rude and true.
The bass beat, a heartbeat, and the only sound you hear, the only one that matters is the moan of despair.
And the voice echoes, distant breathe... breathe... breathe.
Bleed... bleed... bleed.

Kennedy Streath writes with gritty realism, exploring that intersect where the paranormal and the suspension of disbelief take a back seat to the power of the spirit and the raw edges of conflicted souls. He moves to the backbeat that’s a heartbeat, blending action, suspense and intensely sensual romance.

Kennedy lives in the country with horses to ground that spectre of disquiet that haunts us all and holds to a belief in the promise of the young and young at heart.







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I'll be posting my review on various literature sites for Kennedy and am eagerly awaiting the sequel.

I want to thank...      myfamilyheartbutton   ... for organising

Kennedy's (and my upcoming) blog tour.  

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for the great review and for being part of the tour