A Note Yet Unsung

a note yet unsung“Women aren’t allowed to play in orchestras.”

 

Although a master violinist trained in Vienna, Rebekah Carrington’s hopes of playing in the Nashville Philharmonic are quickly dashed due to her gender alone. Nashville’s new orchestra leader. Nathaniel Tate Whitcomb, agrees that Rebekah has talent, but what a shame she is female. He chooses to bow to public opinion. However, when it becomes clear he needs an assistant to help him finish his symphony he believes Rebekah is the one to ask. Yet how does he win back the trust of a woman when he has dashed her dreams?

Tamera Alexander brings music to life within these pages. Music, the city of Nashville in the 1870’s, as well as Chicory Hollow (two completely different settings beautifully flow together in this story). Ms. Alexander always has a way of bringing history to life with words. This is a beautiful story I greatly enjoyed.

 

*I received this book free from Bethany House in exchange for my honest review. What I have expressed are entirely my own thoughts.*

Because You’re Mine

because you're mineAlanna does not know where to turn or what to do. Her husband has been killed in a car bomb and she is left alone and pregnant. Her only hope at a new life away from the controlling hands of her father-in-law is to marry her manager. It seem like a dream come true. Alanna’s dream, however, quickly turns into a nightmare.

First, I have to point out, Alanna is from Ireland!! 🙂 so for part of the story it is set in that beautifully scenic country. IRELAND! And then colleen brings us to America’s Southern charm. The family heritage from both sides of the waters, both accents, the family home in Charleston…. And of course the mystery. What on earth is going on? (MINI SPOILER ALERT- The only thing I did not like was no satisfactory explanation, as in NO explanation whatsoever, of the large painting).

*I received this book free from Thomas Nelson and Fiction Guild in exchange for my honest review. What I have expressed are my own thoughts.*