Don't say it unless
you mean it…
It's a simple concept, one I've said time and again, but
something people don't seem to comprehend. You should choose every syllable
carefully, because you never know when somebody will hold you to your word.
Somebody like me.
I'm not a good man. I'm not. I know. I have enough darkness
inside of me to rid the world of every stitch of light. But there's one I could
never harm, one light I couldn't bring myself to snuff out.
Karissa.
She thinks I'm a monster, and maybe I am. I taunt her with
my touch, get a thrill out of torturing her soul. But I'm not the only one. The
world is full of monsters, and I'm not the most dangerous one out there.
Not even close…
God help me, I love her.
I do.
And God help anyone who tries to take her from me.
"Guess it's true what they
say."
The sound of Karissa's voice draws my
attention. Turning around, I see her standing at the bottom of the steps, eyes
trained past me at the front door. Early morning sunshine bathes the area
around it in a soft orange glow, making the brand new locks lining the door
shine brightly. I spent all night fortifying the house, doing everything in my
power to make the place secure.
"And what, exactly, do they
say?"
Karissa's eyes shift from the door to
meet mine. Her hair is a mess, her pajamas disheveled. She clearly just woke up
from sleeping hard, lost in tranquility, while I spent the past few hours
drowning in paranoia. Every time the house creaked, I damn near clawed my way
out of my own skin.
"History repeats itself," she
says, "first as a tragedy, second as a farce."
Karl Marx.
I recognize the quote.
Daniel Santino must've taught it to
her.
Huh.
I wave toward the front door.
"Something about this is funny
to you?"
"Not really funny," she says,
slowly stepping closer. "It's sort of curious, though, that I spent my
entire life trapped behind locked doors and here it is, happening to me again.
I always knew something was going on when my mother started buying extra locks
and nailing down windows. It's just a bit of déjà vu seeing you doing the same
thing."
Hesitating, I reach into my pocket and
fish out a set of keys. I toss them to her without warning, and they hit the
wooden floor by her feet with a clang. Bending down, she picks them up, eyeing
me curiously.
"You're not trapped here, Karissa."
Her fist closes around the keys, her
gaze burning through me as she arches an eyebrow, silent for a moment before
asking, "Aren't I?"
"No, you're not," I say.
"You can leave the house whenever you want."
"Can I?"
"Of course," I say.
"Doesn't mean I won't follow you, though."
Ignazio Vitale is not a good man.
I suspect it, the first time I see him, sense the air of danger that surrounds the man. He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I'm thinking before I even do.
It's alarming and alluring. It's dark and deadly. It's everything I've ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession.
It doesn't take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it's too late. He has secrets, secrets I can't fathom, secrets that make it so I can't walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that's both terrifying and thrilling. He's a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything.
I want to hate him.
Sometimes, I do.
But it doesn't stop me from loving him, too.
I have been waiting for this book since the spring. Torture
to Her Soul is the sequel to Monster in His Eyes. I absolutely LOVED Naz and
Karissa in the first book but JM Darhower left us hanging. The ending to Naz
and Karissa’s story did not disappoint.
Karissa hates Naz. But there is a very fine line between
love and hate. That line is walked very carefully for the majority of this
book.
“Every
now and then she’ll forget she’s supposed to despise me, she’ll forget she’s
not allowed to want me.
She’ll forget I’m a monster.”
I have to say that I was holding my breath the entire story.
Was he going to hurt her? Was she going to turn him in? Who was going to die?
Who was going to live? All these questions plagued me the entire book. And I
won’t answer a single one of them for you!
JM Darhower always delivers the full picture for the reader
to see. Every detail is written. It is a full package. Sometimes this fact is
complete torture. I just wanted to get the last twenty percent where I knew she
was going to answer it all for us. But doing that would have ruined the
journey. This author really does take us on a ride of these character’s lives. The
book is told in Naz’s POV but I could always feel Karissa’s emotions and
reactions as well as his.
I highly recommend this series! It will be in my top ten
list for 2014!
Ignazio Vitale is not a good man.
I suspect it, the first time I see him, sense the air of danger that surrounds the man. He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I'm thinking before I even do.
It's alarming and alluring. It's dark and deadly. It's everything I've ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession.
It doesn't take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it's too late. He has secrets, secrets I can't fathom, secrets that make it so I can't walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that's both terrifying and thrilling. He's a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything.
I want to hate him.
Sometimes, I do.
But it doesn't stop me from loving him, too.
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J.M. Darhower is the USA Today
bestselling author of books about the hottest hit men and the women who find
some hope in them. She lives in a tiny town in rural North Carolina, where she
churns out more words than will ever see the light of day. She has a deep
passion for politics and speaking out against human trafficking, and when she
isn't writing (or fangirling) she's usually ranting about those things. Chronic
crimper with a vulgar mouth, she admits to having a Twitter addiction. You can
usually always find her there.
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