Literaria: dark hero

Hi, book buddies ☺ Despite the world going crazy more than usual, I am happy to tell you about the wonderful new novel by one of my favourite authors 💙

Mating Theory

by Skye Warren

Publication Date: March 17, 2020

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Where to find it: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Apple Books

Billionaire Sutton Mayfair has nothing left to lose…

My best friend is getting married to the woman I love. They say the nice guy finishes last. So what’s the point of being a goddamn gentleman? Maybe I should take what I want. Even that sexy little thing on the street corner. She needs a hot meal and a place to sleep.

Instead I’m taking her home to soothe the savage best inside me. I was born a bastard, and for the first time in my life I act like one.

Except the more I use her, the more I need her. I didn’t know I had someone left to lose. For a single heartbeat, I had her.

MY OPINION

This is like an open wound. Tender, raw, a testament to a pain that cannot be seen but can still maim someone. Sutton is bleeding pain from his broken heart, and the author’s words transmit all the jagged edges with easy flow. He is hurting and takes a woman from the streets to numb the pain. Behind this hot romance, there is a myriad of triggering themes. Once again, this author puts poetry on the ugliness.

I usually gravitate towards men with broken hearts, so Sutton held a special interest for me. Not in the novel where I met him because I rooted for Christopher and Harper, and I don’t favour male couples. However, this character called me like a beacon in his own novel.

He is really devastated by turbulent emotions and his inner fight between self-indulgence of his depraved instincts and decent humanity is teetering on a dangerous edge. What a story to read! I couldn't miss it for the world. Especially because the victim of his torn desires is a fallen angel with too much hope for a world that has crushed her.

The battle of flesh and soul is epic and ardent and breathtaking. And it becomes an homage to selfless love. That's why lies at the core of this beautifully melancholic romance. A lesson in love that is pure and giving even when it stems from loss and shame. Sutton learns to love again in a different way that takes his heart on a spin.

I loved the double POV, his is raging against the world, while hers is vulnerable yet brave. Passion between these characters is scorching-hot, yet it grows into a drama of sacrifice and generosity. I cried over Ky and Ashleigh, their horrific circumstances to survive. I felt moved by Sutton's strength and his unrelenting way to love people. He may have taken advantage of her, but he soon treats her like a human being instead of flesh to be used and thus she finds the fairytale we all crave.

At the end, the plot twist felt shocking and the resolution rushed, but the author managed to wrap it up with deep sensibility, and it made me sigh again. And I got to see some characters that I cherish. Marvellous read.

Favourite quotes :

There’s something inside me that doesn’t know how to love, not truly.

There’s only the thinnest thread between the beast inside me and the man I pretend to be.

There isn't mercy in this world. There are only wolves like me, and we love to tears lambs apart.

I don’t need to care about someone else who doesn’t care about me.

I'll want more than he's able to give, and I’ll be smaller for it.

Love is the great human experiment.

About the mastermind: Skye Warren

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance. Her books have sold over one million copies. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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Hi, book buddies :-) Today's cover is quite handsome, don't you agree?

The Black Fox

Collection: The Dirty Heroes Collection

Author: Brianna Hale

Genre: Dark Romance Novella

Release Date: April 13, 2020 Cover Design: Jay Aheer - Simply Defined Art

For fifteen years I was the Black Fox, the hero of Spain, the good-luck devil. I made my enemies dance to my tune and fall to my sword.

The day must come when every hero hangs up his cape, and for me, it was the day I outsmarted the curse. I would not die for love, because I didn’t love the woman I married. Valeria Hernandez didn’t love me.

Then I met her. Lolita. Fresh from boarding school, as beautiful as a rose’s thorn and poised to pierce my heart. Little Lo is as dangerous as sin and twice as forbidden. She hates me, but she loves her Black Fox. Her savior. Her devil in black.

How he loves to hear her call him daddy.

Author's note: The Black Fox is a novella of 25,000 words. This book contains cheating.

ENJOY AN EXCERPT

Lolita backs up toward the door, her terrified eyes never leaving my face. I put out my hand and shove the door closed, crowding her against it. "Who were you with?"

Lolita swallows and stares up at me with huge eyes. She can sense it, too, this power crackling through me. It’s like a hit of adrenaline and a shot of whisky, making me invincible.

"No one."

I slam my fist against the door, and she jumps. "Don’t lie to me." The scent from her body is all warm summer night and fragrant flowers. I’d know, wouldn’t I, if she’s had some man pressed against her? I grasp her chin and turn her head in the light, examining her lips and throat. Her mouth isn’t swollen with kisses. There are no red bite-marks on her creamy neck. The tight band around my heart eases a little.

She yanks her chin from my hand and glares at me. "Get your hands off me."

"In this house, you will obey my rules," I seethe.

"Go to hell."

So that’s how it’s going to be. That’s how she thinks it will be, anyway. I’m glad she’s misbehaved on her very first night. We can get things straight from the beginning. "Say you’re sorry for breaking the rules."

Lolita forces a laugh. There’s defiance in her eyes, but fear, too. She isn’t sure how far I’m willing to take this.

All the way.

I reach down and slowly unbuckle my belt, the black leather sliding through the silver buckle. "Last chance, Lolita. Say, I’m sorry, daddy."

Her voice is a horrified whisper. "You wouldn’t dare."

There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare do right now. There’s a voice whispering in the back of my mind, showing me the way forward. I loop the belt around her neck and draw her to me. “Tell daddy you’re sorry, and I’ll let you off just this once.”

Her eyes flicker with panic, but she doesn’t say anything. I tighten the belt around her throat until she struggles to breathe. "I’ve got all night. You’ve got about a minute till you pass out."

"I’m sorry," she finally chokes out.

"I’m sorry, daddy."

Her face creases with revulsion. I smile a slow, smoldering smile, anticipating how sweet it will sound from her pretty pink mouth.

"I’m sorry, daddy."

Her lips are so close to mine that I could drop a kiss onto them. Her breasts are pressed against my chest. I can smell her innocence, just begging to be consumed.

A delicacy like Lolita is meant to be savored. Slowly, I loosen my hold on the belt, slide it free from her neck and step back. "Daddy forgives you, babygirl."

Lolita takes great, heaving breaths. ‘I’ll tell Mamá what you just did. What you made me call you, you pervert.’

I chuckle, threading my belt back through my pants. "Go ahead. It’s not as if she’ll believe you, you filthy little liar."

Lolita bursts into tears, yanks the door open, and runs from the room. I watch her disappear down the hall, still grinning.

Then the smile dies on my face.

I stagger and clutch the door frame as horror crashes over me. What the fuck was I just doing to my stepdaughter? The righteous anger that sustained me all evening and told me that terrorizing Lolita was the right thing to do has evaporated, and I’m left cold and empty. I hear a faint peal of malicious laughter, and whip around.

‘Who’s there?’

The castel is still around me. The chirping cicadas cut through the night air. I look down at my hands, the ones that so recently held my belt tight around Lolita’s throat, and see that they’re shaking.

Who am I? What am I becoming? I don’t recognize myself from the man I was this morning. The man I was before I met Lolita.

ABOUT THE MASTERMIND

There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.