Title: The One
Author: John Marrs
Publisher: Penguin Books
Publication Date: 4th May 2017
Genre: Thriller, Romance, Science Fiction, Suspense
A decade after scientists discover everyone has a gene they share with just one other person, millions have taken the test, desperate to find true love. Now, five more people meet their Match.
But even soul mates have secrets. And some are more shocking – and deadlier – than others…
The One by John Marrs was an amazingly fast paced book. Full of action, intrigue and thrill, I was hooked from the start and couldn’t wait to pick it up again.
This was the first of John Marrs novels that I have read. If The One is anything to go by I will be reading all his other books too. It sucked me right in immediately with short chapters which created good pace. Each chapter following the five main characters viewpoint, written in third person, created a fast paced storyline that progressed in alternating chapters.
I found each individual story was unique. The plot, created within each story, made me want to find out more! At times I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next!
This is definitely a good spin of online dating! It takes it to the extreme that there is one person out there for everyone, matched by your DNA.
With this very unique idea, John has created a book that is unlike others I’ve read.
Well done John Marrs! You have a new fan!
The One by John Marrs is available to pre-order from Amazon
If you would like to find out more about John his website can be found here… John Marrs
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
At sunset, the red sky reflects, as ripples form across the water. The movement, as people jump in, disturbs its stillness.
The reflection from the boat, casts shadows and creates a gloom over the pretty lake. I’ve been coming here since a little girl with Jen. I reminisce about the fun afternoons as we walked Penny the spaniel, around the seven mile perimeter of the lake, swimming by the bridge and catching tadpoles.
Today, a darkness overshadows the joy. Turning away, I walk toward the car as I glance at the white, police tent, covering the body of my friend.
Genre – Thriller/Crime (100 words)
Standing on deck the moonlight casts shimmering lights across the water, as the yacht sways in time to waves.
We’ve finally met.
Feeling his arms encircling me, I feel his body warmth emanating from his chest, wrapping around me, cocooned in a new safe place. I feel his lips on my neck as he leaves kisses on my skin.
Turning to face him, I tilt my head closing my eyes to photograph this moment into my scrapbook of memories. The first. The most special.
“One day at a time.” smiling I wrap my arms and hold on to new possibilities.
Genre – Romance (100 words)
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
“Dad! Where are you?” I call through the house.
Simultaneously feeling chilled, by a draught even though the window is shut.
I’m motionless, caught in stride. Not believing the image I see.
A shadow of an old man.
My chest tight, my breath visible in the summer heat.
Tightness wrapping around my body and squeezing the air out my lungs.
But no one is there.
Just a darkness.
“There you are! Look, Claire! Found at the building site! I bet they hold some history!” Dad stands in front of me looking at his feet.
Walking in a dead man’s shoes!
Genre – Horror (100 words)
Waves crash against the rocks as the ocean smashes against the new safe world he now calls home. The sea is vicious as he waits for his saviour to rescue him. The demons talking in his head.
His chest tightens as the atmosphere smothers his breath and takes the air out his lungs. He remembers the death that brought him here to this island. A murder and blood.
7 Days Ago…
The top deck was quiet that night. No one was there. In the dark, he walked under the stars thinking of his wife asleep in her cabin. This stranger was watching him. He saw him, out his peripheral vision lurking in the shadows, watching silently. Suspicion and wonder cross his mind. He walks past and glances the stranger’s way. Grant recognises him from the evening charity event. A passing look between him and his wife. He encircled her into an embrace to warn him off her. Showing him she is his, taken.
He watches him as he steps forward. “Do you have a light?” the stranger keeps his head down and averts his eyes. The air thick with suspicion as he decides if he walks by, ignoring the request.
“Sure.” Keeping his distance, he reaches into his pocket, he sees the flash of moonlight hit the blade. “Hey! Whoa! What is this?!” Grant backs up, away from this man.
“I know it was you! You hurt her!” Lines crease his forehead with anger and menace as he breathes putrid sweet breath! His arm across Grant’s throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
“What? No! I don’t, I love her …” Grants breathing laboured as he struggles for breath. He struggles to shift his weight off as he pushes him away. Shifting his weight against this stranger who is threatening his life.
“I know!!” he yells in his face as spit sprays his face. Showing the fear in his eyes as confusion flashes through his mind. Stepping into his personal space, backed against the wall once again.
“Stay away! If you don’t you will regret marrying her!” His hands up surrendering his life, Grant waits as the stranger walks away but unbeknown to him, follows him to his cabin. He returns with haste to warn Sarah. The shock, fear and anger evade him. He sees the blood pooling across the floor, her arm trailing through the dark congealed blood, leaving drag marks across the tiled floor. He hurries outside and vomits over the balcony into the ocean below. The stranger, he flashes a knife, they struggle, and he jumps overboard to safety.
Resting head in hands, sobbing, remembering his beautiful Sarah. It has been seven days since he left her laying on the floor. He misses her. The peacefulness here on the island is torture to him. He remembers her the last time he saw her. Just as he imagined she would look. Dead and lifeless.
He thinks back to happier times. When they were in each others embrace by moonlight under the skies of the Northern Lights. A magical night where his life changed for the better. Now sitting here he decides it’s time to live not survive.
Searching the island for resources he spells out the words across the sand. Feeling accomplished. He waits for the yacht to return.
On the horizon, he sees the white fleck in the distance. It comes to shore as Sarah, stood on deck, a beautiful vision, sun hat held tightly by her hand as the wind blows her blonde hair across her flawless face. She jumps into the water, up to her thighs as she desperately wades through the ocean to reach her man. The love of his life.
“How about we get married and go on honeymoon? Relax on the beach and leave your old life behind?”
“Perfect! Without Grant, my life will be perfect.” she smiles at Joe and kisses him as he holds her in his arms. Safe. Content. Happy.
In the sand, Sarah glances over at the branches that spell out the words, Marry Me!
“My answer is Yes! I will marry you!” Sarah smiles as she feels the weight of their plan wash away any guilt she had. Perfectly worked out so they could be together. Sarah safe in his arms.
The perfect plan.