My dear book buddies, I can finally tell you all about my experience with PRISONER, by Annika Martin and Skye Warren. I was SO excited to read it and it was awesome!!
My opinion of PRISONER
Intense anticipation at its best. This book haunted me from the blunt title to the gut-wrenching cover, and the theme is just too tempting to ignore. A librarian and an inmate? That’s the kind of set-up no fantasy can escape from. And who would want to escape?
Just the first chapter sets the mood of what’s to come. Even though the story changes a lot along its way, it’s powerful and surprising from start to finish. The writing style envelops the reader in a tingling embrace of hot, sexual anticipation. The main characters haven’t even touched and you can still feel the electricity of their connection. I loved the alternating chapters that tell what’s going on from their perspectives. They’re so different, but at the same time their heated attraction veils some hidden link to common ground. In the mystery of who they really are lies as much fun as in their impeding surrender to each other.
Those times inside the prison were superb, and then the real plot unfolds during the rest of an incredibly gripping book.
The memory of it is a contraband jewel I absolutely shouldn’t possess, but I can’t help taking it out and looking at it.
Authors: Annika Martin, Skye Warren
Date of publication: October 23, 2014
He seethes with raw power the first time I see him—pure menace and rippling muscles in shackles. He’s dangerous. He’s wild. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So I hide behind my prim glasses and my book like I always do, because I have secrets too. Then he shows up in the prison writing class I have to teach, and he blows me away with his honesty. He tells me secrets in his stories, and it’s getting harder to hide mine. I shiver when he gets too close, with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back. At night I can’t stop thinking about him in his cell. But that’s the thing about an animal in a cage—you never know when he’ll bite. He might use you to escape. He might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth so you can’t call for the cops. He might make you come so hard, you can’t think. And you might crave him more than your next breath. "Sexy, dark and thrilling. I loved every second of it!" ~ New York Times bestselling author Katie Reus “Dark, sexy, and intense, Prisoner is an emotional ride that does not let go until the end. I loved it!” ~ USA Today bestselling author Kristen Callihan
I back up until the truck stops me. I’m sweating, but the hot metal is almost a relief. Warmer and more human than the flesh-and-blood beast that looms in front of me. But I have something to say too. Something true. And I want him to listen. “You might hurt me. You might touch me. But I will never, ever touch you. Not of my own free will.” I’m shaking by the time I’m finished talking. Tears are threatening again, but I don’t care about them. They don’t make me weak. I know what real weakness is. I saw it inject itself with drugs and hook up with abusive men just to get its fix. I watched it die. That will never be me. Never. He reaches up to cup my cheek—the side without the scrape. On purpose? I don’t know. He trails his thumb over my eyebrow and down my temple. Places he couldn’t touch when I had my glasses. Like he’s learning me, mapping my face. The inside of my chest feels bright and quivery, but I keep my frown. “So I can touch you?” he asks gently. “But you won’t touch me back.” My voice trembles. “I didn’t say that.” “Didn’t you?” His hand trails lower, down my neck. Goose bumps rise all across my chest and over my arms despite the heat. He caresses my skin right where my collarbone is, softly, with the back of his knuckles. I clench my fists at my sides, dreading what comes next. He’s going to keep moving lower, until he’s touching my breasts. And then what will I do? Cry? Scream? There’s no one to hear me. The guy from the truck has disappeared over the ridge. I let my eyes close. “Stop.” “You don’t want this.” His tone is conversational. “I hate you.” “What do you want, then?” “I want you to die. I want to hurt you. I want you to let me go.” He laughs softly, a puff of breath against my forehead. “In that order?” My teeth clench together. “Take your pick.” “You know what I think, Abby? I can call you that, right? It’s cute. Like you.” His hand curves to the side, feathering light touches along the cashmere of my sweater. He grips my hip as if we’re dancing. And we are dancing. It’s a sick song he plays. “I think you want to fix me. That’s what you were doing at the prison. That’s what you’re doing now. But the thing is, Abby, it’s not going to work.”
About the Authors:
Annika Martin I'm a pet wrangler, bookworm, mediocre tennis player and hairstyle failure. And yes, an author, but I promise not to spam you if you friend me! I live just a stone's throw from the Mississippi with my husband and two beloved cats in a home full of plants, sunshine, books and cookie crumbs. By day, I'm a freelancer in the business world. In addition to being smutty Annika, I write urban fantasy under the pen name Carolyn Crane.
Skye Warren Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, including power play or erotic pain and sometimes dubious consent. There's struggle in the sex. There's pain in the relationships. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely romantic.
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