Review: TOUCHED by Mara White

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Touched by Mara White
Genre: NA romance
Publisher: Heights bound
Publication Date: September 23, 2017
Rating: ★★★★★


Hundred Stormy Stars!!!

I don’t know how to put my feelings into words because nothing I say will ever match up to how this story made me feel, made me think.

The story is of two sisters who weathered all kinds of storms in their life. They grew up destitute and staving for love but they prevailed. It follows their relationship with the World and with each other. Nothing about their story is easy or beautiful but it’s raw, riveting and ethereal.

This book is so hauntingly beautiful and mind bendingly mythical. It flows like a dark fairytale and leaves you wanting and hungry for more. The characters feel so real that it makes you feel as if you knew and cherished them at some point in your life. They aren’t perfect but they are tangible and believable.

I am 100% sure no one other than Mara White couldn’t have made such a story possible. She is a Queen and GOD her stories make my heart full.

5 Stars!

~Sonal


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Synopsis:
-Does your sister let you touch her, Gemini?
-Barely, but, yes, more than anyone else. I remember even in preschool when the teacher would grab her hand, she’d stare at the spot where their skin connected as if it were an affront to her existence. Just stand there and glare like she wanted to hurt someone.
-Junipera suffers from a rare phobia.
-Please, what does June not suffer from?
-When did she start chasing storms?
-In third grade she started obsessing about the rain. Full blown? I’d say after hurricane Katrina she never looked back. And she didn’t just chase them, June became those wild storms.

Junipera and Gemini Jones, Irish twins born during the month of June, survive a childhood of neglect and poverty by looking out for one another. Destined for a group home, the girls are rescued by a rich aunt and uncle who move them from Northern Minnesota to Fairfield, Connecticut. One sister thrives while the other spins out of control. A violent assault leaves Gemini searching for clues, but what she finds might be questions that are better left unanswered.

 


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Synopsis

-Does your sister let you touch her, Gemini?
-Barely, but, yes, more than anyone else. I remember even in preschool when the teacher would grab her hand, she’d stare at the spot where their skin connected as if it were an affront to her existence. Just stand there and glare like she wanted to hurt someone.
-Junipera suffers from a rare phobia.
-Please, what does June not suffer from?
-When did she start chasing storms?
-In third grade she started obsessing about the rain. Full blown? I’d say after hurricane Katrina she never looked back. And she didn’t just chase them, June became those wild storms.

Junipera and Gemini Jones, Irish twins born during the month of June, survive a childhood of neglect and poverty by looking out for one another. Destined for a group home, the girls are rescued by a rich aunt and uncle who move them from Northern Minnesota to Fairfield, Connecticut. One sister thrives while the other spins out of control. A violent assault leaves Gemini searching for clues, but what she finds might be questions that are better left unanswered.

touched

Hundred Stormy Stars!!!

I don’t know how to put my feelings into words because nothing I say will ever match up to how this story made me feel, made me think.

The story is of two sisters who weathered all kinds of storms in their life. They grew up destitute and staving for love but they prevailed. It follows their relationship with the World and with each other. Nothing about their story is easy or beautiful but it’s raw, riveting and ethereal.

This book is so hauntingly beautiful and mind bendingly mythical. It flows like a dark fairytale and leaves you wanting and hungry for more. The characters feel so real that it makes you feel as if you knew and cherished them at some point in your life. They aren’t perfect but they are tangible and believable.

I am 100% sure no one other than Mara White couldn’t have made such a story possible. She is a Queen and GOD her stories make my heart full.

5 Stars!

~Sonal


Praise for Touched!

“Fresh, raw, relevant. TOUCHED slips under your skin with lush prose, unforgettable characters, and a story like no other.”
Leylah Attar, New York Times best-selling author

Hauntingly beautiful and downright emotional, White grabs you by the soul in her latest novel, Touched, and leaves an indelible mark.”
– K. Bromberg, New York Times best-selling author

“Mara White has crafted characters so real and complex, they live and bleed. Watching their story unfold was heartbreaking, beautiful, and riveting. Touched is stunning work.”
– Nikki Sloane, Best-selling author of the Blindfold Club Series

“Touched is a truly beautiful book. It’s raw, real, and possessing of a quiet poetry.”
– Emma Scott, Best-Selling author of the Full Tilt Duet

“I can confidently say, without a shred of doubt, that this story and these people will stay with me for the rest of my life. I bow down, Mara White. You wrote a category 5 masterpiece.”
– BB Easton, Bestselling Author

“A phenomenal, mesmerizing and unforgettable masterpiece!
This story blew me away! I cannot put into words how beautiful this story was! Absolutely astonishing! A must read!”
– The Book Queen

“The writing is voracious and hungry and insatiable. Touched is a story that will devour you as you stuff your face with it. I’m not only touched, I’m digested. Just read it.”
– Suanne Laqueur, Best-Selling author of the Fish Tales Series


Excerpt

Alaric

Alaric was used to being tossed off, so it didn’t surprise him or especially hurt his feelings when his grandfather passed him on to another group home. Three months had been enough for the old coot. Buyer’s remorse. Maybe driving him to school every day put him over the edge. He took the high road and took in the kid, but then soon realized it was a crazy idea. Too much of a responsibility. Besides, he hated people, let alone a grandson. Alaric was needy and Thorn didn’t do needy.
He did miss the room he’d quickly become attached to. He missed choices for breakfast and the hum of the loud refrigerator. He even kind of missed how his grandfather grunted instead of speaking full words, how he’d catch him studying his face like he was trying to decipher a code. Alaric knew he looked like his father, that the fact both pleased and aggravated his grandfather. A second chance the man didn’t ask for and obviously didn’t want.
Alaric realized he was slipping in his game. He shouldn’t have feelings for a bed or a ceiling after only a few weeks of staying in the same place. The trick was, he’d let himself think it was permanent and allowed himself to believe his home wasn’t going anywhere. Turned out he was half right—his home wasn’t going anywhere, but apparently, he was. Alaric reminded himself that nothing was permanent, change was the only guaranteed constant in life.
The other thing he missed were his nightly summer visits with Gem and June. Even though they pretended not to know each other at school, in the few months he’d been there, June and Gem had snuck over almost every night to watch the television in the garage. They shared snacks and laughs, secrets and intimate moments of fun. Although he’d never hung out with girls before, he’d imagined it would be boring, tedious and maybe even petty. How wrong he was, because Gem and June were electric, their curiosity was infectious, their fearlessness—almost troubling. He was, admittedly, a little bit scared of them. Especially June, whom he’d seen eat a bug, let a spider crawl down her turtleneck, poke a dead cat with a stick and turn it over so they could see the maggots, try a sip of beer from a can someone discarded on the curb, ride Freddy Bullet’s dirt bike down the dirt hill at full speed with her legs held out to the sides, hold her head under water in a bucket of freezing water, touch tongues with a teenager from the middle school who dared her to, drive her mother’s car to the other side of the street for alternate side parking. Phew! He would never challenge June to something he wasn’t readily willing to do. Because June would do it and leave him crying in the dust.
***
Junipera and Gemini turned ten and eleven in June. Alaric was ten in August. Midway through the year, Albert Thorn felt guilty about abandoning his grandson and came back to get him. Alaric was most excited about seeing his neighbors, Gem and June. He felt closer to them than he did his only living relative. Their reunion was spectacular. They smiled so hard their cheeks hurt, eyes dancing with the possibility of another summer spread out before them.
Life wasn’t easy, but they lived it fully and sometimes secretly. Fun was a reality they trusted much more than adults or rules or the surreal transformation that was growing up. If something appeared fun, it carried with it a truth that spoke directly to their hearts. A joke. A puddle to be splashed, a doorbell to be rung and ditched, sidewalk chalk to spell out pastel curse words, the pink heart dotting the I on the word shit, slides to slide upside down and two by two or three if they could fit, wrestling matches to reenact the ones they’d seen on TV—June could do full body slams until purple bruises appeared on her hip bones—they’d gossip and whisper stories from warm lips to ears, candy, costumes, screaming, running, laughing until tears or until June wet her pants. The magic of summer and having friends to share it with; they didn’t take it lightly and reveled in its bewitching yet innocent power.
Alaric would make videos that starred June and Gem. They didn’t reenact stories, he just documented their interactions, the two girls giggling and telling inside jokes, yelling at the television to egg on their favorite characters, fighting over seats or sticks or candy—Alaric found everything they did to be fascinating. He liked to zoom in close on both of their faces, record the flashes of expression and subtle eye movements that informed their unique communication. Once he filmed June outside dancing in the rain. He and Gem stayed in the shelter of the garage overhang while Junipera soaked her white nightgown all the way through. She threw her arms to the sides and spun in circles, tipped her head back and opened her mouth. Thunder crashed around them like the crack of a cosmic whip; purple lightning split through the dark sky making them both jump and cower. June was oblivious.
“Junipera, come back in. It’s dangerous and you’ll get sick,” Gem screamed at her sister.
Alaric panned to her face, which was twisted up in concern, then back out to June, who was laughing openly at the sky in some kind of trance-like rapture. Her feet were covered in mud up to her ankles, her nightgown soaked transparent and advertising her blue underwear. Gem could even see her navel. Greenish lightning zapped through the rapacious clouds and moments later, another clash of thunder shattered their ears. Gem and Alaric bumped shoulders as fear moved them involuntarily. The lightning lit her up in intervals like the glitz of a macabre disco. The vibration of the storm rumbled low in their bellies and when the thunder struck it shook the earth beneath them.
“June, I’m serious. Get back in here!” Gem screamed. Alaric filmed her face, concentrating on her brown eyes filled with panic. “What if she gets hit?” Gem asked him, her palms turned upward in defeat.
“Well, then she’d stop dancing for sure and you and I could go save her.”


About the Author

Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.

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Blog Tour + Review- MALENTENDIDO by Mara White

Malentiendido (Misunderstood)

by Mara White
Publication Date: July 22, 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Taboo, Romance

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Whatever force made Lucky, either God or the Universe, wrapped him so tightly around my heart that sometimes I’m suffocating.

Biologically, we are made of too many similar parts, yet our chemistry is like a meteor shower, raining bright sparks of light into the dark night.

But it’s not our biology or chemistry that worries me the most, it’s the physics of our love that goes against the cosmos.

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MY LIFE IS COMPLETE !!! Please read Maldeamores (Book #1) before reading this story.

Y’all don’t know how much I needed this book after Maldeamores!! Book 1 ended on a cliffhanger that was 100% painful and then came Book 2 which saved my life!! There are some past instances repeated from Maldeamores but it takes on a completely different view.

The book oscillated between two time frames – the past and the present. You get to see Lucky and Belen’s struggles coming to terms with their love throughout the years, you see Belen’s guilt after Lucky, the pain at being apart all mixed up with highly volatile emotions.

This story is the closure everyone who loved Maldeamores needed. It made me understand both Lucky and Belen a lot better. I was greatly effected because this book is enthralling, raw, passionate, painful and yet it is the most beautiful thing you’ll experience.

Mara White’s writing is flawless. She took an extremely taboo subject, made it her own and you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. The story, the characters, the entire premise is exemplary. I am just extremely in love with this gripping story of Lucky and Belen.

5 Stars!

~Sonal


 

Maldeamores (Lovesick)

by Mara White
Publication Date: June 22, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Taboo, Romance

Purchase: Amazon

Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family.

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About Mara White

Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.

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Review: MALENTENDIDO by Mara White

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Malentendido by Mara White
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: July 22, 2017
Rating: ★★★★★


MY LIFE IS COMPLETE !!! Please read Maldeamores (Book #1) before reading this story.

Y’all don’t know how much I needed this book after Maldeamores!! Book 1 ended on a cliffhanger that was 100% painful and then came Book 2 which saved my life!! There are some past instances repeated from Maldeamores but it takes on a completely different view.

The book oscillated between two time frames – the past and the present. You get to see Lucky and Belen’s struggles coming to terms with their love throughout the years, you see Belen’s guilt after Lucky, the pain at being apart all mixed up with highly volatile emotions.

This story is the closure everyone who loved Maldeamores needed. It made me understand both Lucky and Belen a lot better. I was greatly effected because this book is enthralling, raw, passionate, painful and yet it is the most beautiful thing you’ll experience.

Mara White’s writing is flawless. She took an extremely taboo subject, made it her own and you couldn’t help but fall in love with it. The story, the characters, the entire premise is exemplary. I am just extremely in love with this gripping story of Lucky and Belen.

5 Stars!

~Sonal


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Synopsis:
Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family.

 

 

 


Blog Tour + Review – MALDEAMORES by Mara White

Maldeamores (Lovesick)

by Mara White
Publication Date: June 22, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Taboo, Romance

Purchase: Amazon

Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family.

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I am dying and nothing can help me anymore. Maybe lucky can!!

I am not going to go into details about this book because i went in blind and I highly suggest doing the same. Just a warning, this book is not flowers and rainbows. This is not meant to make you happy. This is a greatly tabooed book. So if any of these is a deal breaker please look for another book.

Mara White is a freaking GENIUS!!!! I don’t know how to process this book and frankly I don’t think I want to because I will have a breakdown. This book hurts you in places you didn’t even know existed. You can somehow relate to the character’s pain yet feel so inadequate because there are hundreds of emotions at ply and you have no clue which one to sort first.

I just feel like this book has changed me forever and it might haunt me till I read part 2. I am not even upset I guess i am just shaken to my core because i didn’t know someone could write something as brilliant as this story. To say that I will never be over this book is the understatement of the year. God bless Mara White!!!

5 Stars!


Excerpt

Prologue

Lucky

There ain’t too much that can shake me.  I was born into the belly of the beast on a blazing hot day in July.  A heat-wave scorcher that brought the caps off the fire hydrants and everyone out on the street.  Old men pulled their wife-beaters up over their bellies to cool off and the girls wore even less clothing than normal, which ain’t much, in the Hunts Point section of the South Bronx.  Air conditioning was a luxury afforded to the rich; the only place to cool down was either at the hospital or the car service on the way there.  Just don’t bleed out from a bullet wound before they get you through the lobby.

My ma says her water broke while she was walking back up the stairs to take a piss.  Being that I was her first, she thought for a second she’d peed her pants.  She hobbled back out onto the street and yelled for somebody to get her a cab before she gave birth to her son on the makeshift corner domino table.

Ma likes to say that she carried so big with me that she could barely walk—that she knew I was macho from the very first kick in her gut, knew that she’d call me Luciano after the first light of the morning sun.

Like I said, ain’t too much that can flap me.  South Bronx, Spanish Harlem, then to West Harlem and the Heights—I’d seen it all by age ten.  Seen it all and then some.   I ain’t no stranger to violence.

But war is different when it moves from rival blocks and gang-claimed school yards to open desert or caves and tunnels dug two miles deep into a mountainside.  Out here you’re not fighting your own war.  You’re part of a machine that is unimaginably bigger than you are.  When you’re out on a mission, you pray with each footstep that the machine will take care of you.

One thing is for certain—whether you’re ready or not, the machine will make a fucking man of you.

Out here under the white-hot sun, I think about that scorching day in the South Bronx in ‘89 when my Ma brought me into this world.  And who knows if she was ready, but she struggled alone, like a roach on its back, her whole life just to take care of me.

The sky is empty and an endless, deep blue.  What I wouldn’t give right now for the propeller beats of an army chopper to break the monotony.  My warm, sticky blood seeps through my fatigues and the sand soaks it up like it’s been waiting its whole goddamned life to get a drink of me.  Alls it would take is a single sandstorm for me to get buried out here forever—no record, no closure, no body to recover and fly home for an honorable funeral service.

So I think about how she would describe to me the day I made an entrance:  hot, sleazy summer.  Beaches too polluted—no swimming, no air but the devil’s own to breathe in the city.  She swears the bachata music stopped when she hit the street and screamed she was in labor.

That the old men upset their domino game as they all stood simultaneously in attention.

 

That the sky momentarily lit up with a flash of heat lightning.  She thought for a second, rain, but then realized the sensation was only her own water dripping down her legs.

That the temperature broke one hundred and five on that day.  She said the heat made labor easy, that it helped to loosen all of her muscles.  She said she knew I would be a boy and that the heat would make me just as stubborn as I was strong.

And she knew that I would take care of her—that we would take care of each other.

My ma told me the story whenever there was a heat wave passing through the city.  Nothing could ever compare to my heat wave in her head.  I couldn’t know that day better if I’d been there to see it.  My Luciano’s heatwave was worse, it was better, we were lucky we survived it.  That the heat was a blessing disguised as a curse, that her boy would be hot-blooded and naturally drawn to the fight.  But my ma wasn’t scared.  She clenched down on her teeth instead of screaming in pain.

In Spanish, for giving birth, they say, giving light.  My ma swears up and down that I was born to save her life.  Luciano, she named me, the giver of light.

That night a five-alarm fire burnt down almost our whole block.  Faulty wiring, they said.  Six people died, all of them in our rundown building.  Everything she owned became ash.  The only reason we weren’t too was on account of my spontaneous entrance.

We moved less than a mile away into a tiny apartment my Tía Betty shared with their uncle.  A year later, Belén was born, and from that moment on, we slept in the same crib.  It seems like my whole life my cousin has always been right next to me.  I would wake up when she’d cry and drift back to sleep as she did.

Now I lie on my back, wounded, probably mortally.  Alone, unarmed, in prime enemy territory.  What I wouldn’t give to be by her side now.

Belén.  My cousin.  My own heat wave.  The flame to my fire.


About Mara White

Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.

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Review: MALDEAMORES by Mara White

maldeamores

I am dying and nothing can help me anymore. Maybe lucky can!!

I am not going to go into details about this book because i went in blind and I highly suggest doing the same. Just a warning, this book is not flowers and rainbows. This is not meant to make you happy. This is a greatly tabooed book. So if any of these is a deal breaker please look for another book.

Mara White is a freaking GENIUS!!!! I don’t know how to process this book and frankly I don’t think I want to because I will have a breakdown. This book hurts you in places you didn’t even know existed. You can somehow relate to the character’s pain yet feel so inadequate because there are hundreds of emotions at ply and you have no clue which one to sort first.

I just feel like this book has changed me forever and it might haunt me till I read part 2. I am not even upset I guess i am just shaken to my core because i didn’t know someone could write something as brilliant as this story. To say that I will never be over this book is the understatement of the year. God bless Mara White!!!

5 Stars!

~Sonal


Purchase MALDEAMORES today!
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Synopsis:
Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family

***Warning***
This novel contains graphic sex scenes, including: incest, F/F, and ménage, M/M/F. Some drug use and violence.