The Lion’s Den by Eliza Freed
Publication date: January 12th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
An injury stops the bleeding of Meredith and Brad Walsh’s fractured marriage. As Meredith recovers and tries to regain her memory, Brad fights to convince Meredith their marriage was perfect, even if it barely existed.
But with Meredith’s memory comes clarity, and Meredith is faced with the reality of a husband and a lover. A husband who will do anything not to lose—his family or anything else, and a lover who will set her free to see her happy. Breaking up her family is not an option, but neither is staying hidden inside her mind.
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 5 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin
Vincent, the Chief of Police, has a feeling something’s wrong. Meredith is in the hospital after a “fall” and all he can think is that he wants to kill Brad, her husband. Knowing Meredith would want to protect their secret, Vince tries to play it cool but it’s difficult when Brad tries to keep Meredith away and she doesn’t recall the fall. What happened to Meredith when she thought he was suspecting her affair? Does Brad have his own secret that he’s trying to hide?
“Mom, what’s more important? Your brain or your soul?” James asked, and Meredith slowly released me and turned to him.
She looked out to the sea, as if the answer to his question was there. “Maybe your brain.” She put her arm around James and pulled him close to her. “But without a soul, there’s no need for a brain, because you won’t be able to love. And without love, what is there?”
What can I say about this story? It had me so emotional. It has been a long time that I have felt so strongly about a character (Brad). If I could have reached into the pages and grabbed onto him, I probably would have been arrested by Vince. Every time I thought I knew what was going to happen, I was shocked by a twist that shook me about as much as Meredith. I was left with goosebumps at the end of the first book and this one left me with a book hangover that luckily I could talk through with friends who are obsessed with these books like I am. This is seriously a series you want your friends to read while you stand over them and watch their reactions. Are you to that part yet? What do you think? I was in Meredith’s shoes every step of the way wanting her to remember what happened during the accident. I loved the first third of the book written in Vince’s and Brad’s POVs. Sometimes I need the insight of their minds to assure me that I’m not crazy.
I could not put this book down which made work very inconvenient. I wish I could buy this series for every single one of you and make you read it. Does that sound psychotic? Now I want to look into Eliza Freed’s other books because if I loved these, I probably will love her others as well.
“Have you ever dreamed of having sex with another man?” I asked Jenna with a light tone. It wasn’t a big deal. Just some dream sex. I sat next to her on my back porch as the kids ran around my yard, playing manhunt.
“Probably. I don’t know.” Jenna took a drag of her cigarette. “Who are you dreaming about?” She sat up and faced me with a huge grin. “And don’t try to tell me no one.”
“I’ve had dreams about my boss.”
“Dreamssss? As in more than one?” she asked, suddenly full of energy.
“No. Just one.” I shook my head and added, “Every night. Just one a night.”
She slapped me across the shoulder. “Tell!”
The kids all stopped running to see why they were being yelled at.
“False alarm,” Jenna yelled into the group, and they returned to their search-and-rescue operation. She turned back to me. “When you say boss, are you talking about the chief?”
I should have regretted telling her, but I didn’t. It was such a relief having someone to talk to about it. Maybe they’d stop if I talked about them. Maybe exposing them to the light would silence them. “Yes. Vincent Pratt.” I stood, frozen in my spot, and scrutinized Jenna’s reaction, but she was only doing the same to me. “What do you think that means?”
“Like, what kind of dreams are we talking about? Holding hands? Kissing?” She was calming down, settling into the thought that this was innocent.
“Last night, I dreamed he was fucking me on top of his police cruiser, and I swear I had an orgasm in my sleep.” Jenna’s mouth fell open. She was blinking and making me uncomfortable. “It’s not normal, is it?”
“Do you like him? You know he and his wife split up, right? Does he flirt with you?”
“No. Yes.” I shook my head. “No. He’s always the perfect gentleman around me.” It was impossible to hide the disappointment in my voice.
About The Author
Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.
She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It’s during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it’s completely inappropriate.
She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.