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.
Have you ever wondered if we read each other’s posts and reviews here at BT? You know, take each other’s recommendations, and read something that maybe we wouldn’t have read, like we hope that you all will do? Before I answer that question, I want to say that we don’t all read the same books nor do we always agree on what we love. Case and point: Thoughtless by S.C. Stephens or This Man by Jodi Ellen Malpas. But I’m digressing here….
I am familiar with Ms. Darhower’s work, because I read some of it before she was published. Wasn’t a fan, but Elena loves this author. I always read her reviews, as well as the other amazing people who post their opinions and reviews here, but for some reason, despite my past misgivings, her specific review of this book made me want to read it. So I bought the book, read it, and I was completely blown away at how much I loved it! It is just like the synopsis describes, alarming and alluring, but more.
The storyline took me by surprise actually, because there are similar aspects and details that remind me of other books that I love. That usually makes me not like the book, because of the lack of originality, but not this time. Maybe because it seemed like the author knew that she was doing it, and it felt more like a compliment or homage to those books and authors. It is not always a bad thing to be influenced by great work.
I got so completely caught up in the two main characters, that I just kept reading, and wanted to know when the sh*t was going to hit the fan, because when it did, it was going to be big. I kind of predicted what I thought would happen at the end, but I still wanted to be in it with the characters and see it through.
Karissa Reed is a young woman who I understood, and loved because she was intelligent and funny. She knew that the man she was falling for, was not who he claimed to be, but still kept going back. I don’t blame her a bit either. Everything about Ignazio Vitale was intense and sexy, so who could walk away from that. Why would you want to?
Being in Karissa’s head was fun and she made me laugh, in spite of the rabbit hole that she seems to be falling into. The secondary characters, like her roommate Melody, seemed genuine also, like real people.
Melody sticks her tongue out before launching into it, relaying her details from her trip. I thought I’d feel a twinge of jealousy, hearing all about her adventures, but I’m more amused than anything. Because nothing she says, no matter how exotic, tops my erotic.
You swam with dolphins? You went scuba diving? You sunbathed topless on a gorgeous beach? Well I ate at the finest restaurant in the city, drank thousand dollar champagne, and had my brains fucked out by the man of my dreams.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Melody… LOL Naz and Karissa’s relationship starts out just like she described it there, as just a physical attraction because Naz gives her the control. Or at least it seems that way, because she only sees him when she calls him. He does try to keep his distance from her, and his walls are tall and thick for good reason.
I know I could get him to stop with a simple word, and maybe that’s why I don’t say it. I don’t want him to stop. I want to be his. I want to be his everything. I want him to take me, and make me, and use me, and abuse me, because he thinks he has control and I know now that’s what he craves. I want to play his game with him, because I know one mere syllable from my lips will stop him dead in his tracks, and it that’s not real power, I don’t know what is.
I seriously love JM’s writing style in this book, because when I looked back at all of the highlighted parts I saved, there was a lot. Whole sections and individual sentences. I felt all of it.
Then there’s Naz, while he appeared to be like most alpha males we love, there is something more to him, and I am still trying to put my finger on it. Why did this man hold my attention? I don’t know just yet, but I hope to find out in the next book, Torture in her Soul.
Thanks Elena for writing a compelling review on this fantastic book that took me by surprise. You can check out her influential review here. Some times you just need to give an author another chance.
I give this book 5 Sexy but haunting stars, and put it on my “books that own me” and “top shelf fantastic reads” shelf on Goodreads.