OH MY GOODNESS, I AM REALLY EXCITED FOR US TO BE HOSTING A BOOK BLAST FOR THIS EPIC, WONDERFUL, MASTERFULLY WRITTEN LITERARY ENTREE KNOWN AS 'THEORY UNPROVEN' BY LILLIAN FRANCIS! I THINK YOU GET THE POINT THAT I LOVED THIS BOOK! WE HAVE MY REVIEW, BUY LINKS, AN EXCERPT, AND A RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY, SO LET'S GET STARTED!
I CAN SEE ERIC SAYING THIS TO TYAAN FOR SURE! NOW LET'S LOOK AT MY REVIEW:
Theory Unproven by: Lillian Francis
reviewed by: Becky
Working with elephants in their natural habitat has always been Eric Phillips dream. Getting what he’s always desired introduces him to Tyaan Bouwer, the bush pilot that flies in his supplies, and Eric discovers the allure of South Africa goes beyond the wildlife and the scenery.
But in an area where bushveld prejudices and hatred bleed across the borders, realising their love will be a hard fought battle. Keeping hold of it might just kill them.
When I started this book and realized how many pages it had, I said to myself, "How in the world is this book gonna hold my interest for this long, it has to be a dang good one", let me assure you my friends, it is a dang good one and more! I love Eric for his passion and devotion to the animals he studies, his loving heart drew me to him right off, Tyaan is drawn to Eric, but he is wary and more than a little worried to start something. The way these two come together is a wonderful passionate story in itself, but you add in hate, and people who don't and won't understand what these two men have and it makes for a hell of a story!
Get this book and get ready for passion, devotion, and yes suspense all rolled up in a nice package! You will not be sorry for reading this, and you will be in awe of the writing style of this author just like I was! You can tell this book was well researched, and you feel the authors love for the majestic Elephants in this story through the love that Eric has for them! Thank you Lillian, for making me realize it isn't the length, long or short of a book, it is the heart of it that matters!
REALLY FRIENDS, HOW COULD THE RATING BE ANYTHING BUT ELEPHANTS! ;) HERE IS THE LOVE LANE LINK WHERE YOU CAN FIND THE BUY LINKS FOR THIS BOOK, I AM GONNA ADD THE AMAZON UK AND FR LINKS AS WELL!
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NOW FOR THE EXCERPT:
Preparing to ask the
stranger his name, Eric opened his mouth to speak, when he was
interrupted by a doleful bleat. Startled, he glanced over his
shoulder, scanning the airfield expecting to find signs of a wayward
sheep. The forlorn stuttering cry came again, and Eric whipped back
round, suspiciously eyeing a crate that was securely strapped to the
internal wall of the plane.
“Goat,” said the
pilot—Eric had decided that’s what he was—as he came back down
the ramp.
The deep timbre of that
one word surprised Eric. It was rough and low, with an unfamiliar
accent Eric’s subconscious demanded to hear more of. That wasn’t
likely to happen, though, because the pilot was already surveying his
cargo with his back to Eric. He bent to hoist a crate into his arms,
leaving Eric to stare dry-mouthed at the enticing pull of khaki for
several seconds. Then the pilot straightened and carried the crate
into the plane.
Eric wondered if he
should offer to help, but despite the ease with which the crate had
been hefted into the air, Eric thought they would probably be too
heavy and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. Not in front of
this man.
The blond wore the
almost obligatory light khaki bush clothes similar to his own uniform
The Foundation had provided. Eric hadn’t noticed a logo on his
shirt, but he could hope. If this man worked for The Foundation, Eric
could at least enjoy the view, since it was unlikely he was gay. He
hadn’t even looked twice at Eric. Not that Eric considered himself
drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but he was used to getting his fair
share of interest back home in England.
Eric caught a glimpse
of Akibo gesticulating wildly at the cab driver. His holdalls were
piled at Akibo’s feet, Eric noticed thankfully. At least if the
altercation didn’t go well and the cab driver took off, he wouldn’t
abscond with Eric’s luggage.
The hollow echo of
footfalls on the ramp drew Eric’s attention back to the pilot.
Tiredness was pulling on Eric’s nerves, leaving him out of sorts,
and the lack of conversation was doing nothing to ease his
irritability.
Taking the bull by the
horns, Eric graced the pilot with the brightest smile he could
muster. “So, do you work for The Foundation too?”
“No.” The man’s
stride didn’t even falter as he continued toward the next crate.
Not chatty, then.
Downright rude, in fact.
The firm slap of a hand
on his back caught him just off centre, almost pitching him forward,
and Akibo’s fingers curled over his shoulder and squeezed.
“I see you’ve met
Tyaan. Tyaan Bouwer. He’s the local freight pilot. He’ll run your
supplies into the research station every week.”
It was almost as if the
pilot finally saw Eric as anything other than an annoyance for the
first time. Tyaan stepped toward him, straightening to his full
height, and Eric resisted the urge to check out the breadth of his
chest, instead raising his gaze the few inches’ difference in their
height to meet Tyaan’s eyes head-on.
“Tyaan,
this is Eric. Eric Philips. He’s the new researcher out at olifant
velde.”
Akibo turned back to Eric. “That’s the local name for your part
of the reserve. It means elephant fields.”
“Howzit.”
Tyaan stuck out his hand. Eric extended his own automatically, and
Tyaan pressed their palms together, enveloping Eric’s fingers in
warmth. He gave Eric’s hand a short, sharp shake before releasing
him from the firm grip. “The elephant man, hey?”
Eric smiled. “I know
I’m no oil painting, but I hope I’m not that bad.”
Tyaan’s top-to-toe
appraisal was so fleeting that Eric thought he’d imagined it. An
expression skittered across the pilot’s face. Interest,
curiosity—Eric wasn’t sure. It manifested itself as a bright
spark in his eyes and the faint quirk of his lips, as if he were
biting the inside of his cheek. The look vanished before Eric could
really work out what it meant, but the amber-coloured eyes still
seemed to hold a welcome within them.
“Tyaan’s a man of
few words, but you won’t find a finer bush pilot. He’s reliable
too. He’ll never leave you wanting.”
Wanting.
Despite the pilot’s brusque manner, Eric wasn’t surprised he
already wanted to press Tyaan up against the shiny metal body of his
plane.
“I’m going up
front,” Akibo said, blissfully unaware of the thoughts rampaging
through Eric’s head. At least Eric hoped that was the case, since
he followed that statement with “Coming, Eric?”
In his dreams, maybe.
NOW I KNOW YOU WANT MORE AFTER READING THAT! HERE IS A LITTLE INFO ON LILLIAN FOR YA:
Lillian
Francis
An
avid reader, Lillian Francis was always determined she wanted to
write, but a 'proper' job and raising a family distracted her for
over a decade. Over the years and thanks to the charms of the
Internet, Lillian realized she’d been writing at least one of her
characters in the wrong gender. Ever since, she’s been happily
letting her ‘boys’ run her writing life.
Lillian
now divides her time between family, a job and the numerous men in
her head all clamouring for 'their' story to be told.
Lillian
lives in an imposing castle on a wind-swept desolate moor or in an
elaborate ‘shack’ on the edge of a beach somewhere depending on
her mood, with the heroes of her stories either chained up in the
dungeon or wandering the shack serving drinks in nothing but skimpy
barista aprons.
In
reality, she would love to own a camper van and to live by the sea.
You
can read more about Lillian here:
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