"Judith James fearlessly bursts through the ceiling of the historical romance genre and soars to astounding heights. Her writing is intriguing, daring, exquisitely dark, and emotionally riveting. Never predictable, Broken Wing had me captivated me from the first compelling page to the last passionate, heart-stopping word. If you are looking for a book that is unique, bold and courageous - or a writer who is not afraid to break the rules - immerse yourself in Broken Wing. Judith James is a rare talent and a great discovery. She has made a stunning, magnificent debut."
~ Julianne MacLean, USA Today bestselling author
"Judith James' rich prose and witty, articulate dialogue enhance this story of a complex man, bitterly wounded by life, who finds self-worth through love. A fresh and passionate tale, Broken Wing enchants the reader with original characters and a compelling romance set against the colorful tapestry of England, France, and North Africa in the turbulent years of Napoleon's rise to power."
~ Laura Leone, author of Fallen From Grace
A Simply Romance Reviews, Outstanding Read!
“It was exciting and compelling—even when the hero and heroine were… gasp… apart.”
~ Julianne MacLean, award-winning author of Surrender To A Scoundrel
4 ½ Stars, HOT!
“This emotional, well-written novel has characters that are far from conventional; they’re complex, heartbreaking, and endearing. Readers will be enthralled by the developing relationship between the protagonists and their passion.”
~ Keitha Hart, Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“The extensive historical detail goes a long way, but Sarah and Gabriel’s heart-wrenching struggle to keep their love alive is what will really keep readers entranced throughout this epic read.”
~ Publishers Weekly (September 8, 2008)
4.5 Stars
“Judith James creates a poignant story of loss and love that you won’t be able to put down. . . It is beautifully written. . . ”
~ Romance Junkies
6 out of 5 Stars!
“ . . .wondrously written.”
~ Kristie Jenner, Ramblings on Romance
“Broken Wing has the magical ability to envelop the reader deep within its pages.”
~ Kerensa, Crave More Romance
“. . . an intriguing story that will keep the reader enthralled until the very last page.”
~ Deborah C. Jackson, Romance Reviews Today
“. . . sub-genre fans will appreciate Judith James’ jaunty Napoleonic tale of forbidden love.”
~ Harriet Klausner, Midwest Book Reviews (November 2008)
“Broken Wing is a quick read, holding my attention from page one. It captured my attention and refused to let go, demanding to be read. It was indeed one of the best historical romances that I’ve read. If you love romance, then you won’t want to miss this one.”
~ Dottie, Myblog2point0.blogspot.com (July 2009)
“This was an epic romance, with all the joy of watching two people who deserve love discovering it. The writing style was beautiful, lyrical in fact, and a pleasure to read. This book has a permanent home on my keeper shelf.”
~ Leslee, NightOwlRomance.com (July 2009)
“. . . if you're like me and enjoy a good tortured hero, no doubt you'll fall in love with Gabriel! You have to pick up Broken Wing.”
~ Book Fare Delights (July 2010)
Wearing a new suit, shoes pinching, blinking from the searing sun, his eyes are riveted on the door, black and menacing. Th e knocker, a grinning gargoyle, watches him, knowing eyes alive with malicious glee. This is bad! A bad place! He whimpers with dread as the door opens. They mean to leave him here. He knows it. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Whatever he’s done, he won’t do it again. Not ever! Please! I don’t like it here! But they push him forward and he’s powerless to resist. “Pretty child!” he hears as the black maw opens. Th ey reach for him, greedy grasping hands pulling him inside. He’s running as fast as he can down endless twisting corridors, past open doors, afraid to look inside. He catches glimpses, angry red faces, leering smiles, whips and chains and naked fl esh, and something grunting. He hears moans, sibilant whispers, ugly cries of pleasure and of pain as he tries frantically to fi nd a way out. Something horrible, evil, is right behind, reaching for him, grabbing at his heel, plucking at his shirt. He dodges and twists, too terrified to turn or look. If he did, it would be upon him, and he’d be lost. No door, no escape, and still he runs, breath straining and heaving, heart hammering and rattling in his chest. Up ahead, the figure of a woman turns toward him, beckoning. Hope. If only he can reach her, take her hand, she’ll lead him from this place. A burst of speed, hand outstretched. He’s jerked back savagely, his ankle caught in a grip that burns his fl esh and freezes his soul. Still he fi ghts, fingers scrabbling, gripping the carpet, tearing gouges in the floor as he’s dragged inexorably back into the seething, gaping maw. Soundlessly he screams and screams and screams.