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REVIEW BY: CASSIE HOFFMAN
One Pink Line by Dina Silver
A night of fun, a onetime tiff, and a surprise of two pink lines on a plastic stick will change your whole life as you know it. This is what Sydney soon finds out and hurts the one person she loves the most. If only that test showed One Pink Line, not two…this is the story of Sydney and how a plastic stick turned her world upside down.
Sydney, a college student who is fixing to graduate from Purdue University and start her career at an entry level job, is studying for her last Spanish final and that turns into her mind jumping to her missed period, sneaking up and saying, “Hi, have you missed me?”
Being 8 weeks late, there is no way in hell she could be pregnant, NO! Her Ovaries have to be on hiatus due to all the stress of graduating and finals. Right? Stopping everything and running out to the farthest Wal-Mart to buy her first pregnancy test, a 1st Response. Reading the instructions and learning that she needs to see one pink line, which will tell her she isn’t pregnant. The longest five minutes of her life brings TWO PINK LINES! Not one, two! Now not only is she pregnant, but the realization hits her about who the father is!
In One Pink Line, Sydney goes back four years to the night before her graduation. We get to look into her life and her friends and when she first fell in love with Ethan, and see how their love story begins.
Ethan and Sydney have a long distance relationship, and they try to make it work the best they can. With Sydney fixing to graduate college, she makes a long lasting mistake. One night with her best guy friend will forever change her life, and her relationship with Ethan, when she finds out she is pregnant, not with Ethan’s child, but Kevin’s.
With Kevin, the baby’s father, not wanting anything to do with either of them, and her four plus year relationship with Ethan ending, Syd goes on with her plans as they were before she found out she was pregnant.
With her growing stomach, Kevin not returning her calls, and Ethan trying to mend their broken friendship, Syd’s life is a mess.
When she gives birth, her and Ethan’s friendship gets fixed. Syd wants him in her life, and as more than friends, but what if he doesn’t want that? Raising a baby on her own, yearning for Ethan, knowing one day she will have to tell her child about its father, having an unexpected phone call that will change a few things, trying to be not only a mommy, but also Sydney with a life, and balancing it all. And throw in her wishing for her first love back.
Can Sydney have Ethan back, will he want to raise someone else’s child, the child that should be his, but isn’t because of the one night she cheated on him. Will he do it?
Also in One Pink Line
We meet a young girl who thought her life was perfect until she has a sex education class and tries to understand how her dad became her dad when she was two, not when the sperm met her mothers’ egg. How is that possible?
With her mother having to tell her that her daddy isn’t her biological dad and with her having a lot more questions her mother won’t answer, she goes her whole life until she graduates college guessing who her “real” dad is and why he doesn’t want anything to do with her.
A young girl who’s world crumbled by watching a Sex-Ed movie and finding out her parents have been lying and wondering all her life if she will ever meet her biological father? Will she ever get her questions answered, and will she be happy with the outcome?
All these questions will be answered in One Pink Line. Everyone could probably relate to these characters in one way or another. With an unexpected pregnancy, raising your child alone, aching for the one who got away, or finding out that the person you have called dad isn’t your biological father. I can relate to that one, as well as not finding out until I was a lot older myself.
This story was such an amazing read that touched home. I loved seeing Sydney’s life four years prior to the night she was begging to see only ONE pink line on her pregnancy test, and two years following seeing two pink lines. Syd’s character is very lovable, brave, and like all of us women. The other characters were the same and made the story what is was. I loved Ethan and you all will too, and I know you all will want to punch Kevin right in his neck with how he treats Sydney. This story goes in a full circle and it ends with a happily ever after. I enjoyed the fact that the author added a child’s point of view and had her own story. Not only was One Pink Line a great, heart breaking, funny, loveable read, but the author is such an amazing storyteller and I loved how her story and writing flowed. I didn’t get bored at all; it was the other way around. I ate this book up and read it in a DAY! Yes, that’s how amazing this book is!! BRAVO Dina Silver with your first novel and hitting it out of the ballpark. If I could give this book 10 stars I would, but I can’t so I will most definitely give it 5 HUGE STARS!
Quotes from the Book:
“You’re the first…girl I’ve brought down here…not my first date. That came out wrong. I actually wanted to ask you out years ago. Really, even though you were too busy to notice a six-foot-two hockey player you had three classes with.”-Ethan
“Trust me, you are going to want to be able to live a little. We will never have another chance to behave like this in all of our adult life.”-Taylor
“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, I really have to admit…I just don’t want to think about it. I know that sounds so stupid, but the second I saw those two pink lines, it was like, my brain started desperately searching for something else to focus on.”
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Ean hugged the shadows as he tried to find his way back to le Comte’s estates. He feared they’d hurt his head worse than he thought, for the twisting alleys of the city disoriented him now. He was sure he’d passed the last street corner already once, and he had the uneasy feeling that he was walking in circles.
Trying to break the cycle, he turned into a long and shadowed alley, spotting a streetlamp at the other end. Abruptly a form reared out of the shadows. Ean reached for his sword—
The prince halted with his hand around the hilt. “Fynn?”
“Balls of Belloth!” Fynnlar crossed the distance in a rush and grabbed him by both shoulders, giving him a shake. “What are you doing out here, you wool-brained fool?”
“I might ask the same of you, cousin.” Pushing a hand to his throbbing head, Ean closed his eyes. He’d seen so much death since the last moon…so many lives lost, and for what? He couldn’t fathom the events that spun violently around him, only knowing they somehow had him caught in the whirlwind.
“Ean, are you unwell?”
“Hit my head pretty hard,” the prince murmured, lifting tired eyes to refocus on his cousin. “I’ll be all right.”
“Come on. We’d best keep moving.”
The prince shook off the numbness edging his thoughts and followed his cousin. Fog was rising from the river as they headed back toward le Comte’s villa, fat fingers sliding through the streets to leach the color from the night. They reached a corner, and Fynn paused and looked warily around.
“Fynn, what are we waiting fo—”
But the words stuck on Ean’s tongue, for he heard it then: a strange whispering, the whisk of silk across the rough edge of glass. The sound had prickly tentacles that pierced into the soft flesh of Ean’s inner ear and twisted there, making him cringe.
Something flew out of the shadows and Ean swung his head after it, straining to make out what he’d seen. “What in Tiern’aval was that?”
Grimly, Fynn held his sword before him. “A Wildling—a Whisper Lord.”
The whispering continued, tormenting, growing soundlessly louder until it shrieked inside Ean’s skull, shattering any hope of focus.
The Wildling shot out of the shadows again, and Ean forced his eyes to follow, to find him in the shadows where he hid.
He saw him lurking against the wall, smiling around big white teeth. His leathery skin was pitch black , and his eyes were golden like the desert sands. The man locked gazes with him, and—
Suddenly they were nose to nose. Ean felt the heat of his breath in the same moment that the fiery sting of steel pierced his flesh.
Shade and darkness!
“Ean, he cut you!”
“I’m all right.” But Ean grimaced as he gingerly probed the wound. “Shadow take the abominable creature.” Fynn gave him a long look. “Be ready,” and he rushed to meet the Wildling.
The fight turned instantly vicious. Whisper Lord fought with long, stiletto daggers that speared like claws out of his gloves. His hands crisscrossed with amazing speed, never failing to find their mark on Fynn’s person, while his body twisted and spun. Fynn’s thrusts in turn only seemed to meet with the slashed silk of his garments. So fast did the Whisper Lord dart and cavort that Ean at first felt helpless to join in, for he could barely see the Wildling move until after it had happened, as if the sight had to bounce off the back of his eyes…as if he could only see the man’s reflection.
Then Ean found his focus and rushed to help Fynn.
The Whisper Lord marked him before he even got his blade around, a long swipe at the joining of neck and shoulder that burned bitterly. Ean realized that trying to use his sword alone would get him killed, so he pulled his dagger and dove in again. The Whisper Lord dodged like a jumping spider and managed in the same maneuver to slash a deep cut across Ean’s thigh, his daggers flashing first with the silver of steel and then dark with blood. Ean snarled a curse and staggered into the wall, teeth clenched against the pain, for the wound was angry and deep.
Abruptly Fynn threw himself backwards, himself narrowly avoiding a deadly thrust to his gut. Those spine-like blades sliced a chunk of flesh out of his side instead. The royal cousin clenched his teeth and held one hand to his midriff, using the other to pull himself out of reach.
Ean dove at the creature with renewed determination, his battered head forgotten in his haste to keep the man away from Fynn. He wore a malicious grin as they battled, and his golden gaze was flecked and sparkling against his face of leathery pitch. As Ean’s strength failed, the Wildling grinned even broader and began to chant in a voice like sand, “Tur or’de rorum d’rundalin dalal! Tur or’de rorum d’rundalin dalal!” Over and over while he pressed Ean on the retreat; gleefully, like a madman.
And then he made a sudden thrust, and Ean jumped to avoid the slashing daggers that barely missed his throat. He came down unevenly on his bad leg, and his knee buckled. Stumbling, he hissed a curse and the man bore down on him. A swipe of his hand, and three spiny daggers cut deeply across Ean’s back with their sharp fire. The Wildling’s other hand darted for his throat again, but the prince veered and twisted so the blades caught his chin and cheek instead. Ean rolled and thrust upward, but the Wildling merely laughed and arched out of his way; the weapon met only the whisper of silk.
Ean lay panting. His dagger seemed lost along with his will, and desperation could no longer drive him on.
The Whisper Lord advanced slowly wearing a grim smile. With the shrieking noise still accosting his skull and the loss of blood and nausea in his stomach, Ean felt only numb acceptance. Shaking, he lowered his head—
A tall form pushed past him, knocking Ean aside as it rushed to engage the Whisper Lord, driving the Wildling back and away, taking the battle out of Ean’s hands.
Ean fell onto his back, gasping as the last of his strength bled out of him, and lay watching his rescuer take offensive control.
The woman’s brown half-cloak floated behind her as she advanced with long, fast strides, forcing the Whisper Lord on the retreat beneath two short swords wielded in a flashing figure-eight.
The Wildling smiled no longer. Every thrust and swipe of his daggers was blocked by the woman’s whirling black blades. She matched him stride for stride, spinning when he spun, darting as he did, dodging as he lunged. They performed a ferocious, twisting dance of death where both knew the steps intimately and took them with ease.
As Ean watched, the Wildling slashed his daggered gloves in a motion that should’ve gutted the woman, but she flipped out of his reach, thrusting long as she landed. Her sword met with the flesh of his side, drawing a hiss as he jumped back. He glared malevolently at her and pressed one palm to his side.
“Merdanti,” he snarled, his golden eyes hot as they assessed her black blades.
Arching brows with a predatory smile, she twirled her blades and lunged for him again, and once more the dance began, the meeting of their deadly weapons a rhythmic beating that seemed in time with Ean’s still-racing heart.
Ean thought he must’ve dreamed it, his tortured mind inventing an impression for what clearly defied explanation. The woman and the Wildling seemed to shift and slow, their cloaks floating as if suspended on the wind. Then the woman launched out of her turn so quickly that Ean lost sight of her, only to spot her again as she stood squarely before her opponent, blades crossed. With naught but a grimace of effort, she chopped her short swords crosswise through the Wildling’s neck, removing his head completely. His body toppled to the stones at her feet, paying respects to her skill.
Silence hung in the street, a palpable blanket sewn of incredulity fringed with pain.
The woman lowered her dripping blades and leveled tawny eyes on the prince…
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About Cephrael’s Hand: Two brothers find themselves on opposite sides of a great battle, neither knowing the other is alive… A traitor works in exile while preparing for the disaster only he knows is coming… A race of beings from beyond the fringe of the universe begin unmaking the world from within… And all across the land, magic is dying.Cephrael’s Hand is the first novel in the award-winning series A Pattern of Shadow and Light.Get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
About the author: Melissa McPhail is a classically trained pianist, violinist and composer, a Vinyasa yoga instructor, and an avid Fantasy reader. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, their twin daughters and two very large cats. Visit Melissa on her website, Twitter, Facebook, or GoodReads.