Monster in His Eyes by J.M. Darhower
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….