This is a review I am conducting for Enchanted Promotions in exchange for a copy of the book.
This is a Book I could not wait to read as I knew it would be a romance. So once I sat down to read it I could not put it down. I loved the characters and the love story. Knowing he was a Ghost reminded me of my favorite movie Ghost and so everyone around me knew how much I would love it. I even shared some of the story with David and he knew why it caught my attention. As the lady had a heat condition and my daughter was killed and we donated her organs so this was both hard to read but also made me think of my daughter in so many ways. I would read this book again.
I would like to recommend Whispers In Eternity by Jacinda Buchmann to everyone I know as I kno you would enjoy it as much as I did. It is for women of all ages. I can not wait to look around and see if jacind Buchmann has more books out and if so to read them as I want to see if it is as good as this one.
My post-high school goals had been right on track—literally. But when the doctors said that I could
no longer run, I was faced with two choices—give up or change direction.
Unexpectedly, singing became my new passion—a passion fueled by the most gorgeous guy I had
ever met.
I can't say that I believe in love at first sight, but after meeting Gavin, I can now say with certainty
that I believe in recognition at first meeting.
He was unquestionably my soul mate.
Only one obstacle stood in our way.
He was a ghost.
Jacinda Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and
three children. She graduated from Carroll College, in
Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in elementary education
and later received a Master’s degree from Northern
Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending
several years as a teacher and later a school counselor,
she now spends her time writing, any free chance she
can get, that is, when she’s not spending time with her
family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.
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Book Excerpts
Excerpt #1
"We'll find other hobbies for you," my mother chimed in, trying to sound encouraging. "Maybe you
can take some art or pottery classes or music... You've never played an instrument. You might like it."
I sat on the edge of the exam table, numb and speechless. Had I heard her right?
"No," I said flatly, refusing to look at anyone and staring straight ahead at the door. I needed to
get out of there. "A hobby? A hobby? Are you serious? Running is not a hobby! Running is a part of
who I am. You have no idea. None of you do. I need to go. Now."
I pushed myself off the table but misjudged my usual sense of balance. Instead of landing firmly
on my feet, I stumbled forward, practically landing in Dr. Rogers's lap. Catching me by the shoulders,
he held on with firm hands to steady me.
"There now," he said. "Are you okay?"
The room began spinning and my ears were ringing. Were my parents talking? Their words
sounded muffled and far away. Oh, God. Not again, I thought. I closed my eyes and took a few deep
breaths in an attempt to regain control over my out-of-control physical reactions. Please don't pass
out. Please don't pass out, I silently coached myself.
It seemed that my efforts were futile though. My stupid heart made it perfectly clear that it was
now in control of my life and I no longer had a say in what I got to do.
Please don't pass out, I thought once more, but it was no use. The only thing I can say I was
grateful for was the fact that Dr. Rogers still had a firm hold on me when I fainted.
Excerpt #2:
Malik chuckled. "Girls are way more emotional and sentimental than guys are. A guy would hear this
song and be like, 'Man, that jam's got rhythm,' but girls be all like, 'Ah, baby, they're playin' our song.
It's so sentimental and sweet.'"
"Don't you go and ruin my favorite song, Malik," I warned, trying to hide a grin. "I'm tellin' you
right now, you bash my song and it's a deal breaker. Our whole BFF, let's-hang-together-at-school
status will be done."
"Well, I certainly don't want to risk that. Okay, then, your favorite song—what's it called
again?"
"'Falling Like Snow.'"
"Right. Your favorite song, 'Falling Like Snow,' is now my favorite song. See? Easy. Are you ready
to do this thing?"
I had just pulled into the school parking lot and put the gearshift into park. With the engine still
running, I stared at the multitude of students piling out of cars and heading for the building. Was I
really ready for this? I had spent my entire junior year either in the hospital or doing homeschooling.
What if I completely sucked at making stupid small talk and pretending that I cared about the hottest
actors in Hollywood or who was going with who to the homecoming dance?
"Um, you know, we still have time to back out. I'm sure if I told my mom I want to do
homeschool again, she'd be in full support. And you could do it with me. We could be homeschool
buddies, right from the comfort of my aunt's kitchen."
"Come on, Noelle. You don't strike me as a girl who cowers down and gives up that easily. You
can do this. We can do this. I'll be right by your side. Besides, we're BFFs now, remember? If I'm going
to face the first day of school, you have to face it with me."
"Fine." With a sigh, I grabbed my backpack from the back seat and hopped out of the truck.
"But if I hate it," I said as we strode toward the school, "I'm totally out of here."
"Deal. But you have to give it at least a week, because if you leave, I'm leaving with you. It's
been six years since I've gone to a real school, and I'd like at least one week to see if it's just as
awesome as I remember."
"Awesome?" I couldn't help but laugh. "I think your memory must be a little clouded."
"Hey, I like living in my delusions, okay? So, do we have a deal? You'll give it a week?"
"Deal."
When we reached the front walk, though, I couldn't help but think that yoga pants, fuzzy socks,
and my aunt's kitchen sounded a lot more relaxing than the chaos we were about to walk in to.
Excerpt #3:
I stared at the guy, finding myself at a loss for words. I shouldn't have stopped. I should have kept on
driving. I could have been home already, curled up in yoga pants, warm and cozy on my bed, and
doing homework. Instead, I was wet, shivering, and trying to defend myself to some random stranger
who was convinced I was there to pillage a roadside memorial.
I could have simply retreated to the truck and driven away, but for some deranged reason, I felt
the need to proclaim my innocence. Refusing to back down or cower, I returned his stare, trying to
think of a proper comeback.
My mother often called me a "smart mouth." I liked to think of myself as quick-witted, but
regardless, I found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the twinkle in his eyes and the killer
combination of a dazzling smile and dimples. I had no idea guys that sexy even existed outside of
Hollywood.
Then again, maybe he was from Hollywood. Something about him seemed familiar, as though
I'd seen him somewhere before. Or was it... I tried to picture the few images I'd ever seen of Gavin
McGregor. I had never really paid much attention to the tabloids, but I realized that this guy kind of
reminded me of him. Maybe they were related.
Gathering my wits, I found the courage to speak. "I know this probably looks weird, but I'm
seriously not some crazed fan-girl, and I'm definitely not here to steal this helmet. I was just driving
by and decided to stop. Seriously. I was curious about the writing on the cross and just wanted to see
what it said." I pointed toward the dedication.
"Really." His squinting, doubt-filled glare didn't falter.
"Yes," I said emphatically. "Really. Look for yourself. You can't read it all. The writing's covered
up."
He continued to watch me closely, as though I might grab the helmet and dash off with it, while
he slowly circled around the cross to stand beside me. When he stopped only a foot away, I had to
remind myself to breathe. It was ridiculous how nervous I was. After all, I didn't know him and there
was certainly no need to impress him, but damn if he wasn't absolutely the hottest guy I had ever
met—ever.
Standing with his arms crossed, he cocked his head to examine the inscription. Finally, he
nodded, pursed his lips, and made a guttural sound in his throat. "Huh. Looks like you're right, Snow
White—the helmet's covering the writing."
Since we were almost the same height, I was able to meet his amused gaze straight on when I
replied, "Um, yeah. That's what I just said."
The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. "Well, it's a good cover story, at least."
"It's not a cover story. It's the truth. I have no interest in this Gavin McGregor guy. I mean...I do.
I love his music, and I feel bad for his family. I'm just not a—what did you call it? Oh yeah. A crazed
fan-girl. That's not my style."
The more I stared at him, the more I became convinced that he had to somehow be related to
Gavin McGregor. It had been a while since I'd seen a picture of the late singer, but I was certain there
was a resemblance.
"Not your style, huh? You're telling me that you wouldn't have been up at the front of the
stage, screaming and throwing yourself at him during a concert?"
"Nah. Screaming and throwing myself at someone has never been my thing. I would have been
the one sneaking into his dressing room backstage during the concert to steal his favorite hat." I
spoke with as much seriousness as I could muster, fighting to contain a smile. I had managed to push
my nerves aside, and I was proud of myself for my witty comeback.
He stared at me for a moment without blinking then finally broke into a smile. "Okay. I get your
point. You're not here to steal the helmet."
"Thank you. Now that I think about it, though, what are you doing here? Maybe you're here to
steal it."
With one eyebrow raised, he stared at me incredulously. "Seriously? Do I really look like the
type of guy who would be obsessed with some pretty-boy pop star?"
"I don't know... Maybe." Were we flirting? I sensed my cheeks turning red and hoped he didn't
notice.
Excerpt #4
"Hi," I said shyly.
"Hi." He offered a hesitant smile. No doubt he was wondering how I would react to his
presence.
This time, I had the keen observation to note that he was dry despite the fact that he had been
standing outside for God knows how long in a torrential downpour.
My hand itched to reach out and touch him, but I knew that would result in all kinds of
disappointment and weirdness. So, instead, I refrained by holding my hands together behind my back
as I nervously gnawed on my lower lip. What was I supposed to say? I wanted to scream at him and
tell him how much I adored him all at the same time.
I somehow managed to break myself from my speechless state and said tentatively, "You don't
have to worry. No one else is here. My mom's at work for the day, and Aunt Mae and Malik are both
down at the motel. I was getting ready to make lunch. You can join me if you want." I immediately
realized the stupidity behind my words and promptly followed up with, "I mean, I know you don't
want lunch. I mean, you can't..." I sighed and shook my head. "What I'm trying to say is that I was
getting ready to head to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. You are welcome to keep me
company if you'd like."
Gavin smiled. The familiar twinkle in his eyes hinted that he was trying not to laugh as I
awkwardly stumbled over my words.
"It's good to see you, Noelle."
I couldn't lie. I was ecstatic to see him too—scared but ecstatic. "I'm really happy to see you,
too. I'm...I'm sorry—"
"Stop." He took a step forward but stopped short when I inhaled sharply and my body grew
stiff. "Are you scared of me?"
"Gavin, no. That's not it at all. Of course I'm not scared of you. I... I'm scared of falling for you
more than I already have." God, did I really just say that out loud? Since I had that out in the open, I
continued. "I mean, you and I... It's not like we could have a future together. I just can't help but
think that it would be better for me if I stayed away from you."
"That's not what you really want, though, is it?
"No," I replied immediately, shaking my head. "No. What I want is to spend my days getting to
know you and singing out in the woods and laughing together as we watch dumb movies. I want to
spend more time with you because, God help me, I can't stop thinking about you. And I know I'm
probably crazy to have even invited you in and allowed myself to admit it, but the truth is, as much as
my mind wants to pretend that liking you is a stupid idea, my heart has already decided that we
belong together."
He stepped forward until a mere inch or two separated us. "Does that mean you aren't mad at
me anymore?"
It was the closest I had ever been to him. We were about the same height so I had a direct view
of the speckles in his hazel eyes and his adorable dimples. I sadly realized that there was no trace of
body heat radiating off him.
"Mmm. I bet you would smell good."
"What?" He turned his head sideways and chuckled under his breath.
Oh my God! Did I seriously just say that out loud? I thought, completely mortified.
"I'm sorry," I said, laughing. "I was just thinking... I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry. It
just kind of flew out of my mouth."
He grinned—that beautiful model grin—and I couldn't help but smile in return.
"You think I would smell good?" he asked.
"Well, yeah. I'll bet you were the kind of guy who always wore some sort of sexy body spray.
Am I right?"
"You mean the kind that's advertised in commercials that's supposed to make guys
irresistible?"
Glenda, Charlie, David Cates
