Review: Roman (Saints and Sinners) by Kennedy Streath

My review from Amazon:

There are fragrances, aromas that speak to us deeply, that take us to another place, another time. This book is scented with menace. It’s a tart stinging fragrance with a whisper of rose, a hint of cinnamon. From the beginning, we know that TJ is in danger. And not just TJ, the teenage girl forced to return to her father’s home upon the death of her mother. The small mining town, perhaps a far greater area is also at risk. The menace-scent pervades.

Roman, with his dark past, and not too shining present, is cloaked in menace. He wants something from TJ, something beyond forbidden touch. She wants something from him, despite the promise to her deployed (and adored) brother. The threads binding the two of them thicken and tighten as strange events unfold. The boy who’s asked TJ out has an accident — or was it? The miners begin to experience otherworldliness while they work. TJ’s priest uncle and her father know that more is going on than meets even the imaginations of the residents. They have good reason to know.

As they put together the facts, the theories and the suppositions, menace looms, its scent more sting and less rose. Will Roman save TJ, or will he be her downfall?

Roman is a dark coming of age story, written for the older end of the YA spectrum, and is an excellent example of how threat and awakening desires can be treated without gloss and within the bounds of acceptability. Kennedy Streath does not write fluff; the reader should be prepared to face the grist of life. For those who want depth of character, compelling themes, intense emotion, and ever-increasing tension, Roman sets a mark few authors can surpass.

Five stars bring light to the darkness; this book is well-worth the check-under-the-bed shivers it generates.

Buy the book here: http://amzn.to/1wFE2m9

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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