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408 pages, Nook
First published March 4, 2014
His presence made me forget everything but him. He took over my world. He was an eclipse.
He has a secret.
I’ve never pretended to be good or deserving. I chase who I want, do what I want, act how I want.
I didn’t have time to lust after a woman I had no right to lust after. I told myself to shut up and stay hidden. But then she tried to run. I’d tasted what she could offer me and damned if I would let her go.
Something about her drew me. I didn’t lust or fuck or need. To be close to another filled me with horror not joy. So why the hell did I want to know her? Why were my thoughts full of nakedness and heat? What the fuck am I doing?
She has a secret.
I’m complicated. Not broken or ruined or running from a past I can’t face. Just complicated.
I thought my life couldn’t get any more tangled in deceit and confusion. But I hadn’t met him. I hadn't realized how far I could fall or what I'd do to get free.
One secret destroys them
I thought she was a saint.
She thought I was a sinner.
Too bad we didn't try to find the truth.
We both paid the price.
We destroyed each other
I didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated.
She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets.
I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let me glimpse behind her mask.
She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences.
I thought she was a saint.
She thought I was a sinner.
Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth.
We both paid the price.
We destroyed each other.
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The night belonged to my past.
The day belonged to my future.
Kill. Sever. Bleed. Devour.
"She thought she could fix me, and I wanted her to. Too bad it would never have a happy ending."
"Its too much. Too intense. Too dangerous."
"I want you to touch me. I want you to break me. I'm yours, Hazel."
I may be human on the outside, but inside...inside I had no control.
Dared to believe that I was drawn to her because she might be impervious to my training. That I might be able to touch and be touched.
His hands wrapped around my throat and slammed me against the wall.
I dropped the sheets and fought. My nails raked along his forearm, drawing blood instantly. The scar on his cheek only amplified the empty tomb of a soul inside him. His eyes showed nothing. No remorse. No excitement. Nothing.
My heart galloped as his fingers squeezed tighter. It was as if he wasn’t there. A robot. A well-oiled machine.
So, I did the only thing available to me.
I pushed off the wall and fought his devoidness with humanity. I kissed him. I bit him. I fought him.
And his fingers instantly loosened the noose and I slithered to the floor in shock. Lucky number third. This scarred stranger was the third man who ever dared hurt me against my will and he would pay.
Not by police or a judge, but by me. I took care of me. No one else.
Standing on shaky feet I launched into his body, tackling him to the bed. I expected a fight, but he did nothing. Nothing until I punched him square in the legs.
Then life exploded into his vacant eyes. The pain woke him from whatever slumber he’d been in and instead of the monster who just attacked me, a bomb of confusion and horror erupted in his eyes.
“Oh, my fucking God. I didn’t. Not again. Not again.”
Shoving me off him, he sat upright and clutched his skull in his hands. Rocking on the side of the bed he said. “It happened again.”
This man hurt my heart. Not because he’d shown me just how unstable he was, but because he looked on the edge of breaking. Holding onto his sanity with the slipperiest of grips, destined to fall down and down until he it lost completely.
I couldn’t let that happen. “Let me help you.”
And that’s when he lost it. Completely.
“I was obsessed with finding redemption.
Destroyed by love.
Possessed by hope.
Consumed by a past I couldn’t shake.”
"She thought she could fix me, and I wanted her to. Too bad it would never have a happy ending."
"Its too much. Too intense. Too dangerous."
"Obsidian Fox was so much male it was terrifying. Not only handsome, he wore his flaws for the world to see and offered no apology."
"He had his secrets and I had mine. That was the way it had to be."
"I gave myself to him. I lost myself to sin."