Katiebird Reviews Beneath the Scars by Melanie Moreland

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Beneath the Scars by Melanie Moreland

 

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The sound of the ocean, the crash of the waves as they kick up against the sand and rocks—these are the only sounds Megan Greene wants to hear. She wants to leave the rest of the world behind, and find some peace.

The offer of a private house on the beach, set in a small town in Maine, is perfect. Time to think—to be by herself. It’s all she wants. It’s the escape she needs.

Until she stumbles across the painting that seems to echo her own chaotic mindset.

Until she meets the unfriendly artist behind the stormy painting and discovers his secrets.

All Zachary Adams wants is to be left alone. His canvases, and the unending scope of the ocean and sand, are his life. They direct him—fill his hours. Bring him focus.

Until she enters his life.

She dredges up memories of the past—the haunting images he has hidden for years; the fears he has never shared.

A story he keeps buried below the surface.

Can she make him see what he is missing? Can he trust her enough to believe?

Together they embark on a journey where their pasts collide and threaten to tear them apart.

Will their fragile bond hold or wash away with the ebbing tide?

Melanie Moreland was one of the amazing and talented authors who helped us celebrate our anniversary, and I mentioned here that I would be posting my review of her incredible book. I was thrilled when Melanie asked me to read her book, and grateful that she gave us a couple of exclusive excerpts for our anniversary celebration!!

 

Katiebird's review

This book is not your typical love story for a couple of reasons. Both of the main characters are flawed, but not like I’ve read before. Megan is a writer that could have been successful, but she fell for the wrong man. Zachary is an artist with flaws unlike most male lead characters. Both have their reasons for isolating themselves from the rest of the world.

Megan decided that instead of facing her ex and the sh*tstorm he created after stealing her manuscript to claim it as his own work, she would disappear to her friend Karen’s cabin in Maine. The local art gallery peaked her interest when she falls in love with a painting called Tempest. She inquired on the price, but the artist doesn’t give her the answer that she wants. Who is this ZDA?

 

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Damn it, he was good. Another pleading email, which would, no doubt, somehow be leaked to the press. It showed not only his pleading with me to stop hurting him, but his forgiving nature. All designed to make me look like the bad person; just the way he intended. There were also texts and a voice mail from him, all spewing the same lies, keeping up the front that he was the injured party. I was so tired of this mess. The fact of the matter was that I was almost ready to walk away, no matter how much Karen told me to keep fighting. He had done a good job. He managed to destroy my credibility, ruined my career, killed my hopes of becoming a published writer, and made me feel worthless all at the same time. How could I overcome all of that?

I sat back with a groan, rubbing my forehead. This was not helping the building headache.

Outside, the skies were low and overcast; a storm was slowly approaching. Staring out the window, my eyes drifted to the end of the beach and the house on the bluff. I hadn’t heard from Jonathon since I’d been at the gallery two days prior. The urge to walk across the sand and knock on Zachary’s door, begging him to allow to buy his painting, had been one I’d been resisting since I came home. Instead, I had gone for many walks on the beach, spent hours sitting in front of the computer screen. I tried and failed to find inspiration to write again, always ending up on the same site run by the gallery, looking at Zachary’s paintings.

I had no idea what his full name was—they were all listed as painting by ZDA—but even his initials fascinated me. I stared at the images of the paintings for hours. Even the simplest, softest ones of the beach and sand held so much emotion; I could feel it through the screen. It was as though he captured emotions on all his canvases. On some, like Tempest, he brought out hidden ones, the kind a person like to keep to themselves.

 

I love the atmosphere in this book, I could feel the cold and wind and share in the characters’ feelings of loss and isolation.
Zachary has his own dark past that he spent years hiding from in his beautiful house on the cliff. He is not the typical hero, because he doesn’t want to be one, for one thing. He also has physical flaws that only Megan seems to be able to see past. I still could see what Megan saw in him, when he finally let his guard down.

 

Jared Padalecki is my Zachery

Jared Padalecki is my Zachery

 

But when Megan’s ex comes to Maine to get her to give up everything, will Zachary be able to stay out of the public eye anymore? Will he trust Megan to protect him? Will they be able to continue to live in isolation?

This love story had me thinking about just how art and writing can be a tool to express all forms of emotion and help with healing. I wanted Megan to be able to write again, and I wanted Zachary to heal. The cover of the book is perfect I think.

***A copy of this book was given to me by the author for an honest review, and the excerpt is from that copy.***

I give this book 4 amazing stars and put it on my “top shelf fantastic reads” shelf on Goodreads.

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I am a huge reader of young adult, new adult, and paranormal romances. I also have an acute fondness of Robert Thomas Pattinson. I love that I get to share with everyone my love of reading.

2 thoughts on “Katiebird Reviews Beneath the Scars by Melanie Moreland

  1. Lucia says:

    Great review, Katie 🙂

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  2. Thank you for the lvoely review Katie! I appreciate it and I’m so happy you enjoyed the book!

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