Monday, September 29, 2014

Review: Torture to Her Soul by J,M. Darhower





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."



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.






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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