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Thunderbolt Review


EROTICA, FANTASY, FICTION, PARANORMAL, ROMANCE, THRILLER

Thunderbolt: The Merge, T.J. Phull SEPTEMBER 21, 2017 Living a life of law and structure, Kariana finds herself needing and wanting more, searching for forbidden excitement. Kariana finds herself transported to a world where she's able to define her existence through love, hope, and sexuality. Finding spirituality and self-growth, Kariana connects to more than what she had ever hoped or dreamed of.

Wow, what a novel!


This excellent book entertained, engrossed and enchanted me from the very beginning to the very end. I found this book to be a phenomenal read that was incredibly addictive, so much so that I struggled to put it down! I was impatient as I moved from one page to the next and I have the excellent author, T.J. Phull to thank for this. Her literature is engrossing and her characters riveting, and so I have to implore all you lovely readers to read this incredible book!


Thunderbolt:

Steamy, exciting novel that is full of twists and turns galore

The Merge is a steamy, exciting novel that is full of twists and turns galore, the author's excellent story will unquestionably entertain any reader. Her amazing themes which include romance, paranormal, mysterious happenings an so much more, make this a love story of the decade. The plot alone is glorious, breathtaking and gripping and it surprised me more than once thanks to the novels twisty-turny, absorbing nature.



When you read this book, and that is you will never be bored

One thing is for sure when you read this book, and that is you will never be bored reading because it is a diverse all-consuming assault of brilliance! It will keep you motivated to read until the very end, it is like the author has a binding spell on you and the only way to break this spell is to immerse yourself in the layers of the novel entirely.

The story of this enjoyable book is an incredibly dynamic, unique piece of work that took my breath away on more than one occasion, the pacing of this story was wonderfully written and plotted so that I did not get bored at any given time. I always measure my likeness of a book on whether I find myself looking at the page number; if I do in fact do this I know that the novel is taking its toll...In other words it is dragging, and I want it to end but this book was different than this and not like this at all as never once did I find myself referring to the page number and that is a sure sign that Thunderbolt; The Merge is a compelling piece of work that draws the reader in and captivates them to read it quickly and to reach the end of the book very fast.




To summarize my thoughts on this charismatic novel  I would say if you are a reader who Is tired of reading the same old books that are lackluster and forgettable then take a chance with this one because


 *I promise you now that you will not be disappointed! 



*This wonderful book gets Five Stars from me!



THUNDER BOLT


KARIANA ALWAYS WANTED to understand why certain desires and feelings were forbidden in her land. She didn’t consider herself the brightest or smartest, but she felt that whatever felt good and was enjoyable should be enjoyed as long as it didn’t harm anyone. What could it hurt, right? Wrong—for the leaders of her land and world had a strict order of things.


There were no markings on the body for it would be blasphemy against the creator. There could be no public display of excessive desires. You could not obtain more than what was needed. There was a strict diet to maintain a certain body weight and mass. If you were slightly over what was considered normal, a penalty was given or imprisonment.


Body adornment such as makeup and jewels, as well as colorful clothing was prohibited. But if you were rich or a lawmaker, then it was okay. The lawmakers and rich were able to mock the creator, or did they believe they were on the same level as the creator? Who really knew? In any case, the rest of the population color choices were narrowed down to whites, grays, beiges, and browns.


Kariana sure did love the color red, and not being allowed to wear it made her angry. Kariana never understood these rules or why people just fell in line, never to question the existence and relevance of these rules to the present time. How long were people going to accept this grimness of this world without allowing truth and light in?


Kariana was taught by her mom and family not to question anything that was enforced by the ancestors. “Rules are rules kept in place to keep everyone safe,” they had told Kariana. Safe—ha! How about set to control, rule, bind, and enforce obedience? These rules were supposedly handed down by the creator to make sure all was equally treated, but they were not!


The lawmakers and the rich have become the creators, and they sit and stand above them all. If the real creator wanted such rules, then how come the earth itself disobeyed the function and order of things? The earth breathes defiance as it spits on these so-called ideas and rules so set forth. The earth screams out separatism! Living as one unit and mass is ridiculous! It’s as if they are trying to keep us controlled, bound, where we are not allowed to act on our desires, dreams, and wants.


All we can do is dream and hide ourselves, while looking in the mirror hoping for escape, a connection to something more. There must be more.


Kariana felt that if they were not to enjoy what was within them and they had to be the same, then why would the creator kiss the sky with a rainbow? Why do the animals, flowers and people come in such various colors and shades of browns across the lands and regions? Is it that the creator is mocking us?


Kariana hated that these rich lawmakers had the choice to wear all the colors of the earth and fatten their bellies with more than enough exotic food. What was so wrong with the physical aspect, the body? Why such freight? Why did everything have to be so spiritual and bland? Some of the lawmakers couldn’t even stand if they wanted to for the lack of ankles. Boy, did they enjoy the body. Oh, but wait, we had to hover over the earth, because it’s too intimate to place your feet on the surface of the earth.


We can’t be intimate with the earth, but they can. Kariana hated to see them engage in their physical wants and desires, never to get punished by their own rules! Why can’t we be allowed to embrace what is held inside us! “Be more spiritual, look to the ancestors, the light, the energy,” they say. I am tired of light, energy, and thought with no action! I feel sick about it! It has to be more than this, I want more, thought Kariana.


Nothing made sense to her, and she was damn tired of it all. Who the hell was this creator anyway? How did it exist so long without death and replacement? Is it still around? Who choose the creator or created it? It must be still around for things are still being created, born, and growing.


Did the creator make invisible machines that were preprogrammed to create, then at a certain date, all stops and dies? Is there one or many creators?


So much questions that no one knew or offered up the correct answers. And if you asked too many questions, it could be reported, which could bring harm to you and your family.


She and her husband could be executed. When they execute, it’s not just you but your spouse as well. It didn’t matter if the spouse was innocent. At least, that’s what had been told to her. Kariana had never seen it with her own eyes nor had anyone else she knew. All she really knew was that some people had disappeared for no apparent reason. If someone starts to act very strange and different, they just—poof!—disappear.


Well, she hadn’t picked her spouse, but she was so happy that she did get to marry Vladimir, and she didn’t want him to disappear. Vladimir was handsome and well matched with her. However, she always had a serious crush on his friend Willis but had turned Willis down for marriage when he had rushed over to ask her to marry him.


She knew there had to be a reason for him to ask because he was supposed to marry Angel, his present wife. It was something to be suspicious about, and she didn’t want to take another’s engaged husband away from them, no matter how big the crush. It just didn’t seem right, so she had turned him down. Thank God for it, because she got Vladimir.


Vladimir had loved everything she loved, and she could tell he thought the same way she did; he was just more trained to be able to hide his thoughts. She tried to be like him, tried to keep all the questions buried in her mind, to try to avoid any danger to her loved ones. It was so very hard to always live on the spiritual path.


Moving about the farmhouse, she knew she needed to get going.



Chapter 2


She had to tend to the yard, the animals, and the house as well as have breakfast ready in two hours. The thought of it just made her want to scream. Oh, but showing distress or even a little bit more emotion would suggest an unstable spiritual mind or conceptions.


She had seen her friend Angel, after losing her child, become emotionally distressed. She had changed so much after that experience. They had taken Angel screaming and kicking to the big building of the doctors. They had tried to realign her energy patterns using electricity. But when her friend had returned, her friend didn’t or couldn’t remember who she was. She didn’t even talk, and she barely moved. It was like Angel was imprisoned in her own body.


She once went to visit to bring flowers and butter loaf, but Angel had remained glaring with empty eyes. Her husband, Willis, had sat close, wiping the drool from her mouth. But Angel just sat looking into the blank space, not reacting to his touch. Kariana had asked Willis what had happened to her, if he had knew what they had done.


He had said that they had put electricity to her brain to stabilize her. And that is how Kariana knew that it could be dangerous to show any unstable emotions or end up like Angel. On that day of her visit with Angel, Willis had called her over to where he was standing to see the scars that the electric shock had produced on his wife’s temples. As she approached, he stood and lifted his wife’s hair, showcasing the scars.


Again Angel had said or responded to nothing. Kariana had decided she wanted to feel them, so tracing the marks with her fingers, she moved against the scarred skin. The sensation of it was thrilling and produced within herself an electric-like rush, which had flowed throughout Kariana’s body.


She liked that feeling of flesh touching flesh; even if it was another female’s, she didn’t mind. Willis didn’t seem to mind either. Or did he? God, was he going to report her for enjoying the feel of his wife? They always practiced merging, merging, merging! She was tired of merging spiritual energy with other spiritual energy; it was just so boring. She wanted to touch, taste, hit, and punch. Anything physical would be fine.


Removing her hands quickly and placing them to her side, she looked up at Willis. He stood there with a hunger in his eyes. She smiled; he had looked as if he wanted to enjoy the body also. It was not usually practiced openly, but whatever happened in the home or in private was widely accepted, just not in the open.


Rubbing on his trousers, she could see he was swollen stiff. His breathing had increased, making her body temperature rise. Walking toward her, Willis asked if he could touch her. She didn’t understand why he asked. She had wanted more. She wanted to be seduced, forced, abused, and badly handled. The thoughts of it all consumed her. Breathing heavily, she answered yes.


Willis stepped forward, and her heart started beating heavily. Suddenly she became scared and wanted to turn and run. Fighting the urge to escape, she stood up straight and looked straight at him. This made Willis bolder. She thought, Yes, yes, take me. But because they had not yet merged, he could not hear her thoughts, and he hadn’t asked permission to. Rubbing himself, Willis stood in front of her; taking his free hand, he reached out to touch and feel on her breast.


Her breasts were the largest in the village, and she was proud that they still stood up on their own, unlike the other women her age. Releasing his hand from his penis, he touched the side of her face, then he bent down and kissed her. She kissed him back as passionately as she could, but it felt a little forced. He was only a few inches taller than her, so it felt like a storybook kiss. It could have been romantic, but it was not new for her. She and Vladimir kissed all the time.


All children had experienced kissing like this before marriage. Nothing new at all. She yearned for something different. What made her excited was the feeling of doing something absolutely wrong. So this was wrong. Kariana wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, smelling his scent. He looked at her with a little bit of fear, and she thought he had changed his mind and was hoping once again he didn’t report her behavior.


Pulling away, he looked at her, feeling scared she was about to turn and run. But he took her arm and gently tugged her toward the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he turned and closed the door. She felt a rush of excitement fill her body. Moving forward, he pushed her slightly so that she fell onto her back and onto the bed. After undressing, he bent forward and lifted her dress up.


Kariana slowly opened her legs to create an entrance. Smiling, he lay between her legs. She could feel how hard he was, and she shifted her weight so that his stiff penis was touching her vagina. She was very wet, and he moaned “oh god” as he entered her slowly and gently.


Feeling him thrusting inside of her, she couldn’t just lie there. She wanted more excitement, so she lifted herself to meet him and every thrust he made. She wanted to feel his strokes penetrate her body. His strokes became deeper and harder. Clawing at his back, she leaned forward to nibble on his ear.


Feeling her hot breath touching his skin had driven Willis mad; he could no longer control himself. Releasing inside her, he felt delighted that he had just filled her insides with his hot fluids.


He loved that he had coated Kariana’s insides, and it showed in his face. Willis had always wanted to mate with Kariana, but his true love had beaten him to her.


Lying back as Willis stood up and wiped himself with the bedding, Kariana sat up and was feeling very disappointed. She had not physically climaxed; she never did unless she touched herself.


Pulling down her dress, she was feeling once again empty. What a waste of time, I can’t believe I merged with him, she thought. She could’ve had blocked her thoughts from him hearing, but she wanted him to know her disappointment.


Is this all? she thought, as she felt his fluids running from her. Willis had stood a while, just looking at her, both of them not knowing what to do next. Was he mad at her thoughts? She didn’t care. Willis and Vladimir had hung out since childhood, and they were closer than anyone she had ever seen be.


She would think that they were lovers if she were crazy, but being merged with Vladimir and now Willis, she would have sensed or seen it. Willis was very handsome. He had a thin, lean frame, very fit with good muscle tone. He had a creamy brown complexion, wavy blond hair, and light-blue eyes. However, he had a very long pointed nose, just like the rich lawmakers.


It was nothing at all like his father’s or mother’s nose, theirs being short and pointed. As a child, Willis was always teased that his mother had cheated on his father. No one knew the truth. But Kariana thought it was stupid to think someone cheated just because the child didn’t look like the parents.


Kariana was more a tan brown with long wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and a tiny button nose that had a slight point to it. She loved her look. Although she wished she were browner. Everyone tried to be as tan as possible; it gave color to a colorless forced world. So what now, she thought. Willis took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Standing, she pulled her hand away.


She was very disappointed with her encounter with him. She felt if she were going to be punished for something, it ought to be for something she enjoyed. Like a life-or-death matter. Hating her life, she pushed her dress between her legs and rubbed herself dry. Willis let out an uffff sound and pulled her close to him. As he kissed her forcefully, her mind and body screamed yes. She thought he would get it right this time. But instead he just relaxed and moved backward and looked at her.


Shame and guilt covered his face and filled his mind. Kariana could read it all, and she had had enough and didn’t want indecisiveness. She pulled the door open and stomped out into the living room. Collecting her basket, she turned to say good-bye to Angel, who had not moved or said a word.


Glancing closely at Angel, she saw that there was a tear. Was she still inside that shell, and did she know her husband had just slept with her friend? Kariana thought. Amused at the fact that she was now the villain, she bent down and kissed the tear away.


Licking where the tear had laced her lips, she smiled as she left the house.


Remembering that day and that moment made Kariana feel alive. She felt powerful. Those memories of that day had always excited her burning passion for chaos. She was filled with desire and ecstasy as she entered her morning bath to get ready for the day. Kariana allowed the memories to compel and consume her body, mind, and motions as she soaped up.


Lathering herself with the soap, it covered her body in a soapy film. Taking the bar of soap, she placed it between her legs. Rubbing as her clitoris stiffened and pulsated, she clawed at her own skin with her free hand, ripping at herself without leaving a tear or evidence. She did so just to bring pain enough to incite sparks, passion, and a feeling of burning flames throughout her body.


Rubbing and humping wildly until she felt the buildup vibrate through her, she opened her legs more for greater penetration of the soap. The sensation was so great that she shook and shuddered as she reached climax. Quickly covering her mouth to muffle her screams, she climaxed so hard she thought her blood had drained not only from her body but her soul.


Breathing hard, she removed the object from her vagina, but the feeling remained, and she wanted to do it again. She needed to for the urge would not die down. Leaning back, she repeated her actions from the first time, but she climaxed faster and harder. She continued this twice more for her body didn’t want to stop and she could not get rid of the feeling.


Finally, after her fourth go, she decided she was done. When she got excited, she could have multiple back-to-back orgasms. But she had decided that even if the feeling remained, she needed to ignore it and get ready for the day’s work. Drying off, she moaned for she was sore, but her clitoris was still stiff and yearned for rubbing and release.


She brushed the feeling away and the tears that trailed down her cheeks. She wondered what was wrong with her, what was so empty from her life to make her act this way. Maybe if Vladimir would give her what she needed. But he had been absent from the bed and her needs. Yet she was happy to be with him.


But why the need to experience and feel everything? Why did she feel dead inside and search for things to fill her up, make her feel? Dressing, she watched Vladimir sleep; he looked so at peace, and she wondered if anything ever really bothered him. Well, she was not as in peace as he was, and wanted more. She didn’t know how or even if it was possible to find what she needed. All she knew was that she needed to feel something more or she would just die. Taking a hand full of crumble berries always helped her think and clear her mind.


These berries can be addictive and have euphoric effects that last a long time, especially if taken in large amounts. She loved mixing them with other berries; mixing them with different berries caused many different things to happen within the mind and body. But the main ingredient had to be the crumble berries, or the other berries’ properties would be inactive.


Hearing the thunder snapped her out of her thoughts. She walked to the window, pulling open the curtains, and looked up. Ah, she loved the rain, and by the look of the heavy dark clouds, it was going to pour. Smiling, she couldn’t wait to be caressed, rubbed, and wet by the touches of the sky and its liquids. Running outside with bare feet, she yearned to touch the ground, but she didn’t dare just in case others were around.


But if they were not, she would be well grounded. She turned, arms spread, as a few drops, then many, fell over her. Her feelings were overwhelming; she screamed in happiness. It felt so good to be alive at that moment. The sensations were like endless fingers all around her body. She was happy. After a few moments, she cleared her face and eyes then took a breath as she looked around.


God, there was a lot of work to do yet; the rain would not make it easy. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked toward the barn, and as she touched the metal handle, lightning struck her to the ground, and she lay there convulsing alone with no one to help. Suddenly all she could see was darkness, then a bright light. She stood up and walked toward it, but it felt as if she were floating, not hovering like she normally did but fully floating. It was exhilarating, and she allowed it without an ounce of fighting.


Chapter 3


Wiping blood from her vagina, she kept her eyes closed as if closing her eyes would remove the pain. She could feel the blood covering her hand, and she shook her head. More tearing! God, why do they have to be so rough? All I want is some care. I am not going to the fucking hospital this time. They didn’t believe me when I went last time, Kara thought. They thought I was raped and kept me in there doing all sorts of testing.


They even gave me shots for STDs and emergency HIV and pregnancy medicines. All I kept hearing was, “Oh, darling, we are nurses, that’s what we are here for, we are here for you.” Kara remembered how she had wanted to kick that fat black bitch in her face. Or was she Caribbean or African? It didn’t matter; they were all the same. Kara knew she was mixed with black, but she felt she was better because she looked different.


Why couldn’t the world just look all like me? she always felt. A nice blend of perfection. All these damn cultures and races—what fucking for! It just brought confusion and war! Stupid God. If there seriously was a god, he or she would not make so many different cultures and languages; it was just stupid as hell. What a fucking idiot, she thought. If I meet God, I will surely tell him how I feel!


No, no, I am not going back to that hospital. Opening her eyes, she finally looked at the blood and whispered, “Stupid idiot!” Why the fuck did she always allow him to do this to her? She didn’t even know the answer to her own question. If he didn’t have his papers, she would report him, and they would send his fucking Chinese-looking long-haired ass back to the Amazon. Fucking piece of shit! Couldn’t even tell if he was Chinese or what! He was some hybrid of whatever the Amazons produced in Ecuador.


She sometimes even thought about planting a load of drugs in his bag and then calling the NYPD so they could bust him and put him in jail for twenty-five yrs or more. Maybe the prisoners could rip him up and cause him tearing as they held his pretty long hair and rode his ass.


He had homophobia. She always felt that if you were that scared, maybe something deep down inside wanted to be. The thought put a smile on her face, and she giggled. She didn’t smile very often.


She would only get angry inside and never showed it, just kept quiet. She hated just about everything in her life. Brushing her long kinky blond hair, she thought she looked like an aborigine from New Zealand like William. She never fit in with the blacks and couldn’t speak Spanish like the Latinos.


She grew up feeling always an outcast, which was strange for NYC, because it was the most diverse city ever. But growing up was a different time; now all was accepted. She looked closer, wishing she had blue eyes like William and not green.


Ah, William—now he was a nice piece of ass. He was dark with blue eyes. William had grown up in an orphanage in New Zealand. He had never had a real family or friends. He and she would have been a perfect match if he wasn’t already married to his drug-addict wife, Angela. What a waste. Every weekend, Vlad made her share herself in a couple swap with William and his whore wife. Vlad would get Angela, and Kara would get William. Not a bad swap.


But when she was passed back to Vlad, he would fuck her so bad like he was trying to punish her for sleeping with William. William also fucked her hard, but it was more out of uncontrolled lust. For Angela looked like a crack whore, and Kara felt William needed a hard fuck with a real beautiful woman. Or man—didn’t look like William would mind. He followed Vlad everywhere, and when Vlad talked bad about gays, he would move away or try to change the subject.


Kara was never jealous that Vlad had fucked Angela; she was never jealous. As long as Vlad kept that condom on, she couldn’t care less if he fucked the entire NYC. Washing the sperm from both William and Vlad from her face and mouth, she reapplied her lipstick. She was feeling picture-perfect, but felt empty inside like something was missing. Smiling at her reflection, she thought at least her mixed black mother and Italian father made some beautiful-ass kids, mixed or not.


Fingering her long kinky hair that was mixed with waves and curls, Kara giggled as she thought, My hair is as mixed up as my thoughts. Looking in the mirror, she felt like she looked as if she had fallen from an ’80s movie. All those women with their big hair. Running her tongue across her teeth to make sure no residue of cum and lipstick remained, Kara gave her perky round breast a squeeze.


Kara was so happy her tits still stood up nice and ripe unlike others in their thirties. Kara was proud of her looks. Vlad loved Kara’s tits also very much but cherished her ass. She was very unhappy with Vlad; they had met as kids. Being a child in the Bronx was not easy; there was so much temptation to do wrong. Vlad had gotten in trouble so many times, but Kara was attracted to his dangerous ways. But as they got older, it really had gotten tiring.


Chapter 4


All Kara wanted to do was escape. Kara could feel the change within herself, and it was not because she was dying. Kara had found out that she was dying two years ago but never told Vlad. It was a contaminated experimental drug that caused a fungal infection in her brain when she sniffed it. The antibiotics that could fight this fungal infection could no longer be produced because the plants had died out through pollution and population expansion.


So all Kara could do was die slowly while the brain abscess grew. Why did she sniff that drug Vlad had given her, and why was she the only one with the contaminated batch! What fucking luck! Kara was being treated for her shortness of breath and headaches but there was not much they could do but watch as her brain grew and expanded then eventually exploded.


Oh fucking well, she thought as she opened the medicine cabinet to take her daily painkillers. Suddenly, Kara heard banging on the door; it was Vlad yelling, “What the fuck are you doing in there, you idiot! Don’t you know we’re waiting out here to get some more of that sweet pussy of yours, you damn moron!”


“What’s going on in that fucking weird head of yours, you damn weirdo! Bring your ass out here!” Wiping a tear from her eye, she thought, Fungus is what is going on in my damn head, asshole? Kara had wished she had the guts to kill him, but old memories of love kept her weak and abused.


Opening the door of the bathroom, she entered the room with William and Angela sitting drinking. William looked at her with concern, but she turned away from his glances. William was soft and pretended to be hard. Kara could tell who controlled the relationship, and it was the bitch that was unbuckling Vlad’s pants to give him a blow job.


Avoiding watching, Kara looked around at the huge apartment and at the mess that was lying about. Shaking her head, she thought it was such a beautiful large apartment that was being abused by laziness from her and Vlad. Well, that was about to change now, Kara thought. Kara started picking up the mess around while Vlad was getting his dick licked and sucked.


William offered to help Kara pick up the mess, but she ignored him and put her iPhone’s earbuds in her ear to listen to her favorite music. She wanted to block the moans of her husband as that bitch whore slurped up his precum. She wanted to throw everything right at them and yell at them to come and clean. Nope, she wasn’t jealous at all. Kara had decided to always bury her emotions; she was never ever going to be jealous—ever! Vlad wasn’t ever really hers anyway.


Vlad had had so much pussy; no matter the denial from him or lack of proof. With his long hair down his back and tattoos that covered his sides, chest, and arms, he was a god and a pussy magnet! What woman wouldn’t want to look into those Chinese-like eyes? Kara couldn’t protest anyway for Vlad would have just beaten the shit out of her. Of course she would have tried to defend herself but would have lost. All Kara wanted was to be simple. But she had gotten tats when Vlad got tats to please him.


Kara had always tried to keep up with him, but she wasn’t like him. Not in her heart. Maybe in learned behavior, but Kara’s soul wanted simplicity. William, Kara was guessing, was getting real hot and bothered from seeing his wife dog lick Vlad’s cum and swallow it. He had suddenly come behind her, pushing her against the counter, ripping her panties, and spreading her legs as he entered her. She really didn’t have time to protest.


She didn’t let go of the items she was holding either. She just allowed him to fuck her hard as her breath escaped her lips with every pound and stroke he took in her. Knowing William, this will be short and quick, Kara thought. The pain from earlier when Vlad had fucked her was still residing, making this painfully too long. Kara closed her eyes and bit her lips, wishing the pain




- Copyright © 2015 by TJ Phull.


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Thunderbolt Review


EROTICA, FANTASY, FICTION, PARANORMAL, ROMANCE, THRILLER

Thunderbolt: The Merge, T.J. Phull SEPTEMBER 21, 2017 Living a life of law and structure, Kariana finds herself needing and wanting more, searching for forbidden excitement. Kariana finds herself transported to a world where she's able to define her existence through love, hope, and sexuality. Finding spirituality and self-growth, Kariana connects to more than what she had ever hoped or dreamed of.

Wow, what a novel!


This excellent book entertained, engrossed and enchanted me from the very beginning to the very end. I found this book to be a phenomenal read that was incredibly addictive, so much so that I struggled to put it down! I was impatient as I moved from one page to the next and I have the excellent author, T.J. Phull to thank for this. Her literature is engrossing and her characters riveting, and so I have to implore all you lovely readers to read this incredible book!


Thunderbolt:

Steamy, exciting novel that is full of twists and turns galore

The Merge is a steamy, exciting novel that is full of twists and turns galore, the author's excellent story will unquestionably entertain any reader. Her amazing themes which include romance, paranormal, mysterious happenings an so much more, make this a love story of the decade. The plot alone is glorious, breathtaking and gripping and it surprised me more than once thanks to the novels twisty-turny, absorbing nature.



When you read this book, and that is you will never be bored

One thing is for sure when you read this book, and that is you will never be bored reading because it is a diverse all-consuming assault of brilliance! It will keep you motivated to read until the very end, it is like the author has a binding spell on you and the only way to break this spell is to immerse yourself in the layers of the novel entirely.

The story of this enjoyable book is an incredibly dynamic, unique piece of work that took my breath away on more than one occasion, the pacing of this story was wonderfully written and plotted so that I did not get bored at any given time. I always measure my likeness of a book on whether I find myself looking at the page number; if I do in fact do this I know that the novel is taking its toll...In other words it is dragging, and I want it to end but this book was different than this and not like this at all as never once did I find myself referring to the page number and that is a sure sign that Thunderbolt; The Merge is a compelling piece of work that draws the reader in and captivates them to read it quickly and to reach the end of the book very fast.




To summarize my thoughts on this charismatic novel  I would say if you are a reader who Is tired of reading the same old books that are lackluster and forgettable then take a chance with this one because


 *I promise you now that you will not be disappointed! 



*This wonderful book gets Five Stars from me!

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