Release Day Launch: Shutter Volume 3 by S.E. Dosher @sarahdosher

Shutter by S.E. Dosher Shutter Volume 3
Publication Date: December 1, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Novella, Romance, Serial

 

Synopsis

The final volume of Shutter, a three-part series from bestselling author, S.E. Dosher. My entire world changed when dark secrets surrounding me were revealed. Through the hurt and loss an unlikely savior has emerged to shield and protect me. However, my true desires haunt me day and night with thoughts of forgiveness and trust - yet knowing where to place them is unclear. Having finally found my way back behind the camera, I’m not willing to let anyone deter my dreams again. Trusting my instincts has never been an easy task. But in order to determine if the sins from our past can be forgiven, I must listen to my heart and decide if an undeniable connection is worth the gamble.

Volume Three

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Review by Emma Mistress of all Dark & Twisted

 4 of 5 stars

The final volume of Shutter, a three-part series from bestselling author S E Dosher is one to answer all those burning questions from the previous two volumes.

This book picks up two weeks on from the cliff hanger ending of the last and Brook's entire world changed when dark secrets surrounding her were revealed. She now has three men in her life who care and protect her, but her heart's true desire haunts her day and night. Yet, she does not believe she's worthy of forgiveness and trust - or whether one true other is either - Niko.

She's finally able to fulfil her dream job and not willing to let anyone deter my dreams.
She has a choice: listen to my heart and decide if an undeniable connection is worth the gamble or listen to her head and and take the safe option??

We get a conclusion in this volume but it's a roller coaster of a journey to get there: secrets, revelations and history all play there part. One brilliant closure to this series.

* reviewed on behalf of obsessed by books *

*** PLEASE do NOT read this is you have not read Volume One. :)

Chapter 1

“And how does the defendant plead?”

I hear the question echo in my ears, but its meaning doesn’t register. Everything is muddled together like I’m living at the bottom of an overflowing well, but no one notices. Mentally, I’m too far away and surrounded by an impenetrable barrier—or more accurately, one no one wants to penetrate. Every movement I make is labored, my feet feel glued to the floor with self-made super glue, and my arms feel lashed to my sides with invisible cord. Even opening my mouth is more effort than I can commit to with this black cloud weighing me down.

“Ms. Beckham?” the judge’s voice again, irritation evident. “Are you listening?”

“My client pleads not guilty,” a deep voice resonates through the room, a rush of air swirls around me as a tall man effortlessly appears by my side.

“And who are you?” The judge’s tone is even more annoyed than before.

“Forgive me, Your Honor, I am Ronald Peck. I have been hired to represent Ms. Beckham in these proceedings.”

“Hired?” I try to ask, but my mouth only opens to a small slit as a smothered grunt reverberates in my throat.

He turns to me, and a sad smile stretches across his cracked lips. His rough hand lightly pats my forearm resting on the table. He looks important; prematurely aged by stress, but still like a man of class and prominence. I have no idea who would have hired him. Certainly not my brother, who hasn’t spoken to me since I was hauled away in the middle of the night, and I don’t know anyone else wealthy enough to afford the likes of Ronald Peck.

“It’s okay, Brook,” he reassures me. I look up into his dull eyes and imagine mine look similar – their sparkle choked off by the lies and struggle of life. I immediately decide I like Ronald Peck. I don’t care who hired him; he’s my new best friend. Paul is going to be angry.

The judge continues to grill him, and my eyes wander from his well-manicured hand still resting on my arm, to his shiny gold Rolex then across the room to the adjacent wooden table. The lawyer seated at that table looks as equally impressive as mine, but he has yet to lose the luster in his eyes. His leg twitches with anticipation, as if he can’t wait to jump to his feet and object to something – anything that might allow him to speak. I wouldn’t be surprised if smoke started billowing out his ears from how fast the gears in his head are turning, the labored thoughts crease his face. His lips turn up slightly, and he jolts to his feet. His lips move rapidly and his finger points toward me. I don’t bother to listen to what he’s saying, watching him is distraction enough. He has something left to lose, where as it would appear, Ronald and I do not.

Next to the lawyer with something left to lose is where the victim of my crimes should be sitting, but of course he isn’t there. No one of his status could be expected to attend such a proceeding. I knew he wouldn’t be here, but the knowing didn’t stop the hoping.

I haven’t seen his face, or even allowed myself to think his name, since the night my secret was revealed. The aching tone in his voice as he begged me for an explanation still rings in my ears.

He’d said my name over and over, pleading with one simple word for some explanation. No other words broke the barrier of his mouth after he saw the picture of me perched high in the tree outside his house – only my name, spoken on the wings of hope. I didn’t answer him, though; I had no explanation. The reasons had long since been confused by my actions, and I couldn’t make sense of them to myself, much less string them together to form a coherent rationalization. What I’d been doing to him for the past few years was wrong; I knew that then, and now everyone else knew it as well.

The police quickly led me away in handcuffs while he stood in the middle of my home, alone. The sound of my bare feet slapping against the concrete path covered the sounds of the tears streaming down my face.

When I arrived at the police station it was already teeming with paparazzi. A barrage of blinding flashes immediately engulfed me. Shouts of anger and intrigue assaulted my ears as the police pulled me from the cruiser. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to be led wherever they pleased. The jail cell was stark, cold, and filled with women from all walks of life. I found an empty corner and waited. I had no idea what would come next; that’s when the numbness set in and brought the realization that my current course in life would never be the same. I couldn’t see any options the future might hold for me; everything was cut off and bleak.

I could still smell him all around me, and feel his rough whiskers on my flesh. My lips were swollen and raw, as was the rest of me. I’d had one night of pleasure, of sheer enjoyment, and now I’d pay for it. I’d pay for what I’d done, and what I had so greedily taken would haunt me for eternity.

Luckily word spread fast of my arrest, and I wasn’t left waiting long. My case was pushed through because it dealt with a high profile subject, and Paul helped me put up bail so I could go home.

That was two weeks ago.

Nothing much has changed since; I stay locked in my house, day after day, not able to leave without being followed by hordes of cameras. The karma of my imprisonment by way of cameras is not lost on me.

“Ms. Beckham,” the judge says, “these are serious charges against you; I suggest the next time you grace this courtroom, you do so better prepared.”

My eyes connect with hers, but I do nothing else to acknowledge her words. I don’t know how to be better prepared—I am guilty of what I’m accused of, and I deserve to pay whatever price is handed to me. She stands, her eyes never leaving mine, and shakes her head disapprovingly then turns to exit the courtroom. It doesn’t bother me; I have nothing left to lose.

“Ms. Beckham?” Ronald asks, pulling my attention to him. “We’re done for the day. May I walk you out? There’s a car waiting for you.” Even his voice oozes sophistication with a hint of damage.

“A car?” The question drifts from my mouth.

“Yes, it will take you home…or anywhere else you’d like to go.”

I nod.

“Please,” he says, holding out his arm out for me to take.

I stand and my world slowly spins from the rush of blood to my head. I can’t remember the last time food passed my lips. A hunger strike isn’t really my style, but my stomach refuses any sustenance I try to give it.

Even empty, my stomach continuously churns from the excess bile produced by the thoughts swirling in my head. Thoughts I can’t stop, no matter what I try to replace them with.

Ronald’s grip tightens on my arm when my body sways, but he doesn’t speak a word. We pass through the large, ornate doors of the courtroom and walk cautiously down the marble lined hallways. Ronald’s head eagerly turns to each side, monitoring our surroundings. He’s looking for the entourage of paparazzi we both know is awaiting me.

“We’re going to use the side door; the car is waiting there,” he informs me.

I stop walking, ripping my arm from his grasp. “Who hired you?” I feel my head tilt to the side, and his follows suit. I can only imagine how we look—like a pair of birds mimicking each other.

He smiles, “That information isn’t important right now. What we need to do is get you to the car.”

I don’t fight him. I don’t have the strength or desire; instead, I follow closely behind as he leads me down a darkened, narrow hall. The clang of a door opening is followed closely by blinding sunlight my eyes have only seen in small doses over the last couple weeks. I stop just outside the door and search in my purse for my sunglasses and oversized hat, hoping to disguise myself.

“The car isn’t here yet; they hit a traffic jam just around the corner,” a familiar voice drifts toward me. Tears well in my eyes the instant my brain recognizes the sound.

I’m almost afraid to look up; afraid he isn’t real, that my mind is playing tricks on me.

“Are you okay?” he asks as my brain absorbs the sound of his voice, slowly gaining confidence it’s actually him. “I’m so sorry I waited until today to see you.”

The hat I’ve been holding slips from my grasp, and I watch as it falls slowly to the dirt-laden ground. A tiny thread of hope winds through me, and begins to slowly mend the broken pieces of my heart.

“Brook?” He whispers my name, the concern heavy in his voice, but I still cannot lift my gaze to his face.

“Ms. Beckham, I will leave you now,” Ronald offers when I don’t speak. “Here is my card, please call me if you need anything. I will be in touch.”

The tears spill over and slowly trail down my cheeks. His body appears as he kneels to retrieve my hat. His eyes turn to mine, and in them I see love, not disappointment at all the lies that have marred me. The trickle erupts into a flood, streaming from my eyes with the feeling of pure relief.

“Brook. Are you okay?” His hands lightly brush across my cheeks in an attempt to clear the salty tears. “I should have come sooner; I knew it, but I didn’t.”

As he stands, my arms desperately wrap around his strong body, and he pulls me in tight. His hands cradle my head and smooth my hair while my tears continue to flow, soaking the front of his suit. A child-like glee washes over me.

“I didn’t realize how alone you felt. Please forgive me,” he says as he kisses the top of my head.

I pull back and look up into his emerald eyes. His hair is long and unruly with blond curls encircling the bottom of his ears.

“Stephen,” I breathe out his name. “How I’ve been doesn’t matter…anymore. Right now, I’m much better.”

I get paid to photograph intimate moments in other peoples’ lives—specifically one man. During the day, I watch while he’s working, and every night I watch him while he’s f***ing. It started as a job but quickly turned into an obsession.

His name is Nikolas Gallo.

I spent years in front of the camera before I escaped. Now I’m behind it and in control of what my shutter captures. The moment I viewed Niko in the lens of my camera I found the escape I’d been searching for. I finally felt connected - whole.

There are two types of celebrity photographers: those that wait for their victim to venture into public, always allowing some semblance of privacy. And then there are those that lurk in the shadows, steadily invading lives, hunting and searching for the most private shot, and that’s what I had become.

My name is Brook Beckham and I found my inner peeping Tom.

REVIEW BY EMMA MISTRESS OF ALL DARK & TWISTED

 4 of 5 stars

Shutter is Volume One in this new short, sweet and completely captivating series by Eli Chastain.

The story revolves around Brook, a former top model turned photographer, who becomes obsessed, infatuated and consumed with stalking Hollywood actor and renowned playboy Niko Gallo for the perfect picture. She keeps all the images she takes of him, never once selling them on and this obsession controls most of her daily routines.
When she saves Niko one day after an unfortunate encounter, she gets the fulfilment of her wildest dreams; her ultimate fantasy comes true: one night with Niko, that's all she wants but there is an unwelcome person knocking at the door....

This book is about obsessions and sometimes how they get us what we want but can things last built upon an unhealthy obsession?
I need to know what happens next as that ending has left me reeling at the thought of both their reactions to the revelations. 

Volume One (FREE!)

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Nikolas Gallo has been my obsession - my only connection to life - for the past five years. I’ve watched his every step, seen the good along with the bad, and documented it through the lens of my camera. I thought I was the only one that knew what I was doing, I was wrong.

The truth has a way of turning the tables. The hunter becomes the hunted. And the spotlight is shining brightly on me.

There’s no denying my guilt and I don’t plan to. All I want to do is pay my penance and move on with my life.

But Niko…

Well, he has other plans for me. 

REVIEW BY EMMA MISTRESS OF ALL DARK & TWISTED

 4 of 5 stars

Eli Chastain certainly know how to keep you hooked to a dramatic story line in volume 2 of the Shutter series. This has masses of heartbreak, heat, depth and shock, all at once.

Brook is in serious trouble for getting caught for stalking Niko. She feels lost and abandoned, hiding up in her home avoiding everyone, worried what they all think of her now. She is also trying her hardest to break her addiction to Niko. She realises what she did was wrong and plans to rectify this situation.

Her brother has left her to fend for herself but her best friend Paul and a blast from her past are there for her. One of whom I'm wary of his intentions being genuine!!

We learn a bit of Brook's history in this volume and the reasons why she started her fixation on Niko, for her to acknowledge those reasons means she's well on the way to curbing that obsession. It was a welcome addition to the story that's added depth to her character

Niko isn't totally out of the picture and we learn some seriously shocking things about him in this volume, it appears not all of what Brook thought was true and maybe not all her feeling were one sided!!!

That ending has left me hanging and I certainly need to know what happens next....

Volume Two (99c)

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About S.E. Dosher

S.E Dosher was born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl). She spends her day slaving away in healthcare and her nights pouring her heart out to her keyboard. She is addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for reading inspired her to start her writing journey.

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