About Unseen Messages…
“Instincts are what keep us safe from fate. Ignoring them can change your life forever.”
Fame and fortune arrived overnight and after months on the road with her singing tour, all Estelle craves is peace. Tired and ready for paradise, she travels to Fiji to recuperate.
Stubborn and surly, Galloway is avoided by most–which is exactly the way he likes it. However, he’s done spending his life in regret and hopes to find redemption in the tropical wilderness.
Together, they board the flight that changes their fate forever. Crash landing on a deserted island, they not only have to figure out how to survive with no skills and daily dangers–learning how to fish, find water, and build shelter–but also inherit two children who look to them to keep them alive.
However, staying alive might be the least of Galloway and Estelle’s problems. As days creep to months and rescue doesn’t find them, their desire for each other ignites.
They started as strangers.
They grew to be friends.
They fought the desire to be lovers.
Lust can be the most beautiful thing. Love the most rewarding. But not on an island where life hangs by a thread and giving into temptation can kill you.
Can they survive being forgotten or will love be their ultimate undoing?
From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes a timeless love story answering the question of what happens when everything is stripped away.
S.O.S. to one of my favorite authors:
Pepper. Pepper. Pepper. *shaking my head in sorrow* I just don’t know how to tell you how I feel in regards to your latest novel. So I’ll just be honest. Unseen Messages is one story of yours that I wish I could
unsee unread. Let me explain why…
Normally, when I read I have a 1-2 cocktail/drink maximum. Bookin’ and boozin’ are both hobbies of mine and I really enjoy doing them together. That’s how one drink usually turns into two. Unfortunately, that was not the case with Unseen Messages.
In order to power through the unending pages—587 to be exact— of inner monologue, self-loathing, and amazingly long-winded argumentative conversations, I needed a drink that would both numb my mind and increase my stamina. I needed something strong and tasty to survive this far-fetched and seemingly impossible romance. So, without further ado, I present to you…
Cocktail: You’re Coconutz!
1 oz of Pinnacle Coconut Vodka
6 oz of Vita Coco coconut water
1 oz fresh squeezed lime juice
In a tumbler suitable for sipping at the beach (I like to use one with a straw so I can gulp when I need to.), add all three ingredients together and stir. * singing* You put the lime in the coconut, you drank ’em bot’ up…
Now pay attention here, because this shit’s super important. Instead of sipping slow, take a few big gulps of You’re Coconutz …cause you’re probably gonna need a buzz to stick with this storyline. Public Service Announcement: coconut water is super beneficial to your health so you don’t need to feel guilty about consuming it in volumes. Don’t worry about missing or forgetting important plot elements or dialogue because everything will be…
In fact I suggest you keep drinking my nutty concoction until your brain is bobbing around like a message in a bottle tossed out to sea. Then perhaps the constant inner monologues that you’ll endure while reading won’t grate on your nerves like sand in your ass.
So with all the negatives I’m spewing about this book would I recommend reading Unseen Messages? Yes. Yes, y’all need to read it because:
- I love terribly written song lyrics. (Sorry Pepper. I know how much you love to write your song lyrics in your stories.) And I think you, dear reader, will too!
- I live for books that remind me of the movies Cast Away and The Blue Lagoon (with sufficient amounts of natural disasters and awkward sexual tension) and I have a hunch you may as well.
- It was a supreme pleasure to be able to name my lit-worthy libation after a terrible character name. *cough—coconut* Yes. Mutha f-ing Coconut!!!
But most of all, I want you to read Unseen Messages because misery loves company and I don’t want to be marooned, and getting shit-faced, in this tropical head trip by myself.