Posted at B&N November 15, 2010, 3:29 PM EST:
The characters are so real they jump off the page. I couldn't put it down! LOVE IT!
Posted at Amazon November 13, 2010:
What I really loved about this story was the characters. Both John and Stephanie were very strong and realistic people, dealing with life and coming to terms with the mistakes of their past, while thrown into dangerous situations that were out of their control. Also in stories with children, it's important that they're realistically portrayed and integral to the story. John's interactions with Stephanie's children were heartwarming and they really gave a sense that somehow, these people had formed a family while on the run.
RT Reviews said…
John Dolton is the best character; his background and the sorrow he lives with make a good subplot. Readers will wish they were the ones offering him a shoulder to cry on.
Romance Reviews said…
As far as recommendations go, everyone should give this book a go. I read it in two sittings; I just didn't want to put it down. Any contemporary romance reader who reads this book will love it and be asking Autumn Jordon, "When are we going to get more books from you?"
Siren Reviews said…
EVIL’S WITNESS is one of those books that no matter how tired you are, or how much there is to do, you just can't stop reading until the very last page…..
NightOwl Reviews said..
The romance between John and Stephanie was genuine and very well incorporated into the story. I look forward to reading more of Ms. Jordon’s work.
John peered through the tilted mini-blinds into the lieutenant’s office. He studied the woman inside who sat on a couch, sandwiched between two kids.
A mental checklist ticked off in John’s mind. She was small, maybe a hundred twenty-five pounds. Her arms and legs were scratched and bruised. If he had to guess, he’d say she was about five-six. A few light brown strands had pulled free from her pony tail and framed her tan face. The way she held her head, watching her children sleep, he couldn’t tell the color of her eyes.
Suddenly the little girl woke and scrambled into her mother’s lap.
Mesmerized, John watched the woman Zohara identified as Stephanie Boyd cradle her daughter, smoothing her hair and whispering into her ear—just like Julie had done with Katie.
Fury as familiar as the air he breathed flickered fresh in John and he fingered the rubber band he’d worn on his little finger for the past two years.
He punched the anger away.
He couldn’t deal with his demons now.
“They watched their father murdered,” Zohara said, pulling John back to the conversation.
