"Ms. Wolff Sorter has created an amazing page-turning read…Daniel and Peggy are strong leads and with the combination of suspense, paranormal elements, and love story, Ms. Wolff Sorter has penned a true winner. This is a very talented author and one I have little trouble recommending."—Kristi Ahlers, RIO Reviewer, Contributing author for Highland Press's Blue Moon Magic and No Laws Against Love anthologies
"Author Amy Wolff Sorter has created a marvelous gem that readers, no matter their religious preference, cannot help but lose themselves within. Filled with mystery, drama, ghostly possession, betrayal and romance, this novel is sure to please!"—Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews
"Amy Wolff Sorter's writing is original, cutting-edge, breathtaking. Rarely has any author so spellbound me with the scope of her brilliance, her talent."—Deborah Macgillivray, award-winning author of A Restless Knight
"A modern tale steeped in Judaism, Amy Wolff Sorter's tale of possession had me on the edge of my seat from beginning to end!"—Dee S. Knight, author of Passionate Destiny
"...A contemporary romance and psychological thriller, the likes of which I have never read before. It will slowly creep up on readers, as they, like Peggy, Daniel, Jeff, and Jeff’s wife, Allison, all try to figure out what is wrong with Daniel. Medical and psychological tests do not provide the answers that they need. Ms. Sorter does a good job of immediately immersing readers in these characters’ lives. They are all too human, acting selfishly, dishonestly, and on more than one occasion, make bad choices but have a hard time owning up to them. The romance between Daniel and Peggy is believable and surprisingly erotic. The details about the Jewish religion are fascinating; obviously Ms. Sorter has done a lot of research and it shows, adding another important layer to the story...The tension rises subtly...and as a result, readers slowly come to accept what is happening to Daniel, so that when it is finally revealed, it’s believable to us as well as to the characters. Secondary characters include Jeff and his wife, Allison, a psychologist; both are fully developed and round out the story nicely...Soul Obsession is a story as much about faith as it is about regrets, love, hope, and ultimately renewal, and although there were some details that were unnecessarily repeated, I highly recommend going to Amber Quill Press and seeking out a copy of Soul Obsession today."--Nickole Yarbrough, Romance Reviews Today
...Without restraint, Daniel found himself weeping with sudden, swift pain and emotion. He hadn’t cried so hard since he was a child. He hadn’t cried at all, not since he’d laid off those seventy-five employees after Food-On-Wheels went bust. And much like that horrible night, Peggy came to him, knelt by his side, sliding her arms around him, holding him as he wept.
After what seemed like forever, his sobs trailed off. Peggy left him for a moment and returned with a box of tissues, which she handed to him. She sat next to him, closely, her arm around him. Daniel blew his nose, then lay quietly against her, feeling drained and exhausted. Other things sank into his consciousness. The utter silence of Peggy’s apartment. The warmth of her body and her unique scent. The feel of her fingers as she ran them soothingly through his hair.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I-I don’t know why I lost it like that.”
Peggy was silent for a moment, continuing to hold him, to soothe him with her hands and he relaxed into her touch. Most of him did, anyway. This close to her, he felt his groin begin to throb and he gritted his teeth.
“I think when people break up with one another, there’s always that hope, at the back of everyone’s mind, that they might get back together,” Peggy said reflectively. “That lasts until one of the people dies. It’s something you might need to ask Allison, but I’d bet that’s what’s going on here.”
Daniel pulled away from Peggy and looked at her, really looked at her. Her eyes brimmed with compassion, moving him strangely. He felt himself falling into them, drowning in them, deep, dark pools. Suddenly, and without volition, he leaned over and kissed her. He felt her respond for an instant, her mouth moving sensuously against his. Then she pulled back, her face troubled.
“No,” she said quietly. “I’m not going to offer that kind of comfort. I’ll listen to you weep and mourn until you’re out of it. But we can’t go in this direction. Not now. Not over this.”
Despite her denial, Daniel could feel the wanting coming off her in waves. Attracting him, like a magnet. Bringing him close.
“To coin an old adage, your lips are saying no, but your eyes are saying yes,” he said, then leaned over to kiss her again. She stopped him, putting her fingers against his mouth. He closed his eyes, shuddering, fighting the desire to kiss and lick each finger. He won the battle. For the moment.
I’m like some creature in heat, he thought in dismay. What the hell is going on here?
“Daniel, we’re friends, first and foremost,” Peggy said, and he could feel her fingers trembling against his lips. “I’m not suggesting we never be lovers. Just”—she looked away and flushed—”I don’t think now is the time.”
One part of him accepted it. But another part wanted to push her restraints aside and take her violently. It wouldn’t take much to get her to yield to him. He could smell the desire on her. A little coercion, a few more kisses, and it would happen.
No. Not now.
A voice in his head spoke with detachment, breaking through his rising tide of lust. It was so loud he swore she could hear it.
“Did you say something?” he asked her.
“No.” She looked at him, puzzlement in her eyes.
Before he could respond, his world went black...