Title: Parallel
Series: Parallel Duet #1
Series: Parallel Duet #1
Author: Elizabeth O’Roark
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 13, 2019
Blurb
Time is a cruel thief…unless you can steal it
back.
back.
As a neurologist, Nick Reilly believes
everything can be explained by science.
everything can be explained by science.
But he can’t explain her—Quinn Stewart,
an irresistible patient who knows things about him she shouldn’t. And insists
that at some point, she was his wife.
an irresistible patient who knows things about him she shouldn’t. And insists
that at some point, she was his wife.
Something else he can’t explain: he remembers
her too.
her too.
Quinn wakes each morning remembering new
details of the life they shared. She’s desperate for the dreams to stop. With
each one, she finds herself craving what she had with Nick more than the
life—and the fiancé—she already has.
details of the life they shared. She’s desperate for the dreams to stop. With
each one, she finds herself craving what she had with Nick more than the
life—and the fiancé—she already has.
Nick and Quinn share an attraction neither can
deny, but one that might destroy everything.
deny, but one that might destroy everything.
Just like it did before.
My Thoughts 💭
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I liked this book. I loved Quinn and Nick! It was a little mysterious since I was a little lost in the beginning but it was also very interesting! The story slowly unfolds and I just couldn’t stop reading! If you enjoy paranormal romances with some mystery I definitely recommend!
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Excerpt
We walk into the house and I watch her face,
hoping, praying, for a reaction. Some memory that will provide an answer
we need.
hoping, praying, for a reaction. Some memory that will provide an answer
we need.
Her mouth curves downward. “It’s just like
walking into the home of your favorite childhood friend as an adult. Familiar,
but meaningless. Why the hell did I ever think seeing it might heal a brain
tumor? I was expecting miracles.”
walking into the home of your favorite childhood friend as an adult. Familiar,
but meaningless. Why the hell did I ever think seeing it might heal a brain
tumor? I was expecting miracles.”
I return and find my hands wrapping around her
arms, forcing her to meet my eye. “Who says it would have to be a miracle?” I
ask. “We can’t explain anything that’s happening. But there was a time
when people couldn’t explain the change in seasons, or sunlight, or gravity. It
doesn’t mean there wasn’t an explanation. It just meant it hadn’t been
discovered. Why should this be any different?”
arms, forcing her to meet my eye. “Who says it would have to be a miracle?” I
ask. “We can’t explain anything that’s happening. But there was a time
when people couldn’t explain the change in seasons, or sunlight, or gravity. It
doesn’t mean there wasn’t an explanation. It just meant it hadn’t been
discovered. Why should this be any different?”
She looks away, pressing her lips together.
“But the tumor—you don’t actually believe we can stop it.”
“But the tumor—you don’t actually believe we can stop it.”
I tip her chin up, feeling a little desperate.
She can’t start losing hope now. I need her to keep fighting until we find a
solution. “Do I think it’s unlikely this can fix the tumor? Yeah. But your tumor
is also unlike anything I’ve ever seen. And how could I say it was impossible
anyway? Every day, you and I are witnessing the impossible. We’re having the
same dreams, for God’s sake. You know things you couldn’t possibly know, and
from the moment I met you, it felt like you were…”
She can’t start losing hope now. I need her to keep fighting until we find a
solution. “Do I think it’s unlikely this can fix the tumor? Yeah. But your tumor
is also unlike anything I’ve ever seen. And how could I say it was impossible
anyway? Every day, you and I are witnessing the impossible. We’re having the
same dreams, for God’s sake. You know things you couldn’t possibly know, and
from the moment I met you, it felt like you were…”
“It felt like I was what?”
“Mine,” I reply.
The awkwardness of that word washes over us
both. I’ve never called anyone mine in my life, and she is with someone
else. But I also know what I said was right. She is meant to be mine, and
somehow today I need to convince her of that.
both. I’ve never called anyone mine in my life, and she is with someone
else. But I also know what I said was right. She is meant to be mine, and
somehow today I need to convince her of that.
Coming Soon
Releasing June 27, 2019
Author Bio
Elizabeth
O’Roark lives in Washington DC with her three children—Jack, Lily and
Patrick—and attempts to write when not driving a child to sports or answering
questions about the next meal and the whereabouts of batteries/phone
chargers/Halloween candy. A former medical writer, she has bachelor’s degrees
in journalism and psychology from the University of Texas, and a master’s in
counseling psychology from the University of Notre Dame. She really hasn’t used
any of her degrees, and wishes she’d invested all that tuition in Apple stock
instead.
O’Roark lives in Washington DC with her three children—Jack, Lily and
Patrick—and attempts to write when not driving a child to sports or answering
questions about the next meal and the whereabouts of batteries/phone
chargers/Halloween candy. A former medical writer, she has bachelor’s degrees
in journalism and psychology from the University of Texas, and a master’s in
counseling psychology from the University of Notre Dame. She really hasn’t used
any of her degrees, and wishes she’d invested all that tuition in Apple stock
instead.
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