~Book Review~ “NOMAD” (Sons of Sanctuary Book 3) by Victoria Danann

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Nomad, by Victoria Danann, was utter perfection!  Cannon Johns is making one last journey home to say goodbye before taking his own life.  After roaming for years trying to escape a tragedy that rocked his entire world, he has decided he no longer wants to go on.  Things suddenly change one fateful night in the rain, at a seedy motel, when he meets a young and pregnant girl on the run from her father . . . who is trying to force her to abort her pregnancy.  Cann may not be looking for any type of relationship or responsibility, but he knows this is not something he can walk away from.

Bud is just one week shy of turning 18 and being a legal adult.  She knows she has to keep clear of her father so that she can keep her baby.   She has always taken care of herself, but this time, she is forced to rely on the white knight of a biker who is willing to come to her aid.  What she never expected was to fall for her savior as well as be accepted into the biker brotherhood.

With the Texas Rangers on their trail, Cann and Bud must rely on the Sons of Sanctuary as well as one another as their relationship begins turning into something much more than strangers in need of rescuing one another.

Victoria Dannan has created an incredible tale of selflessness within in this book.  Taking care of Bud and her unborn child gives Cann a feeling of purpose that he has been missing in his life and for the first time in years, he feels he has a reason to live.  Bud, who is homeless, pregnant, and about as down on her luck as a person can be, exudes a caring and nurturing personality as well as displays an inner strength and wisdom well beyond her years.  While neither was looking for the other, these two characters end up being one another’s salvation.

I love how masterfully Victoria weaves a story of brotherhood as well.  The Sons of Sanctuary immediately rally around Cann and Bud with no questions asked.  I was very excited to see that Brant and Garland would have a prominent role in this book, as it was great to catch up with the club president and his old lady.

I don’t want to give Cann and Bud’s epic journey away, but their story was one of the most emotionally satisfying books I have read in a long time.  Kudos Victoria!  5 stars and the hope that there are more books to come in this series!

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About the Book:

Amazon:  http://amzn.to/2mCnQoC

A rainy night, a seedy motel. Two lonely people out of options. He had a date with the Reaper. Then he met her.

Cannon Johns was soaking wet when he pulled into the motel. The VACANCY light was on, but the neon light was out on the first “A” and the “C”. He was bone weary, out of options, and hungry, which was why his attention was drawn to the vending machine sitting under the overhang, barely out of the driving rain.

It was way too late to find food anywhere else in the tiny panhandle town of Barburnett, Texas. He’d passed a Sonic and a convenience store, but both had been put to bed hours before. There was only one option. Three rundown machines. Two selling drinks. One vending the usual assortment of candy, crackers, pretzels and other unsatisfying stuff guaranteed to hasten demise. Which would be okay with him.

He unlocked the door marked with a number 16 and rolled his Harley inside. He hadn’t gotten permission, but didn’t expect the guy at the front desk would object. The man’s Indian accent was so thick Can had been forced to ask him to repeat himself several times. The night manager, who was probably also the owner, gave every indication of a man who wouldn’t be presenting much of an obstacle to anything that came his way. Especially not when cash was involved.

Kickstand set in place, he promised himself that he’d towel her off as soon as he’d put on dry clothes and stuffed some empty calories into his stomach. He was never so glad that he’d taken the time to put his clothes in a plastic bag before stowing them the side containers affectionately called saddle bags. Even the tightest, newest, best made bike could leak in a hard enough rain.

First order of business, vending machines.

Stepping back out into the hundred percent humidity air, he stayed toward the half of the walkway under the overhang that was dry. Out of habit, he looked around before starting toward the lighted food and drink dispensers. He was almost there when he saw movement next to one of the machines. Somebody was crouched behind the one furthest from the rain, with the most darkness for cover.

In addition to being tired, hungry, and out of options, he was also out of sorts, a combination that could play out very badly for a would-be mugger. Weary as he was, he wouldn’t mind a good excuse for administering some bare knuckle punishment to the wicked.

When he was eight feet away from the Mountain Dew column, he said, “Come on out of there and state your business.” He had to raise his voice to a near-shout to be heard over the pounding rain.

After a slight hesitation, a small figure emerged in a yellow plastic poncho, the kind you can get at the grocery store for a couple of bucks. As soon as she reached up to pull the hood back he knew it was a woman by the delicate size of her hands and the way she moved.

The light was dim, but he saw her clearly as if it was noon on a bright sunny day. His late wife had once told him that he had to change out the light fixture in the kitchen because “nobody looks good in fluorescent light”. The girl standing in front of him was proof it just ain’t so.

Her eyes were violet blue. And wide. He wasn’t sure if that was because of fear or misery. Like him, she soaking wet. Unlike him, she was shivering. Whether that was from fear or cold he couldn’t tell for sure.

“What the hell you doing out here, girl?” He looked around. “Something got you spooked.”

She licked her bottom lip. “No, ah, I’m just a little down on luck. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Don’t want no trouble, huh.”

It wasn’t a question. He said it as if it was a provable fact. She shook her head to both punctuate his assessment and agree with it.

“Yeah. Me, neither. At least not tonight.”

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About the Author:

Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of eighteen romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria’s Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers’ Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.

In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, contemporary bikers, and teen.

Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at → http://www.romancecast.com

WEBSITE: → http://www.VictoriaDanann.com

FACEBOOK: → http://www.facebook.com/victoriadanannbooks

The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She has also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.

Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

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