Twisted Love By R. Linda

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Title: Twisted Love
Series: Stockholm Syndrome Series Book 1
Author: R. Linda
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 7, 2018

 

 

~PURCHASE~

 

 

~SYNOPSIS~
Running.
It’s what I do. What I’ve always done. 
For fitness. For fun. 
And now for fear.
He took me. Trapped me. Destroyed me. 
Broke me down, little by little. 
His captive.
His slave.
His pet.
But…something unleashes.
Something forbidden. The passion. The pleasure.
It’s wrong. Unforgiving, and I should do what I do.
Run like Hell.
From this Twisted Love.

 

 

~EXCERPT~
I didn’t even realise that I had reached for him, until Hendrix flinched at my touch. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He shook his head.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I touched the small round cigarette burns.
“No.”
There were hundreds of them, dotting his. I traced my fingers over each one, feeling his pain. My heart clenched.
Hendrix’s breathing increased and I wondered if I was pushing him too far, but he still didn’t stop me.
My hand drifted down to a large triangular scar on his lower back. I traced the slightly curved edges and winced in pain as I thought about what could have caused such a bad scar.
“What did he do to you?” I whispered so soft I wasn’t sure Hendrix heard.
“Hot iron. My shirt was wrinkled and I looked like a slob.”
“Oh, Hendrix.”
“I was eleven.”
If it were possible for my heart to break any more, it did, right then.
Shattered.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as images of an eleven-year-old Hendrix being held down by Ray flashed through my mind.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered into his back, wrapping my arms around his waist until they came to rest on his stomach. His hands found mine, covering them completely. His body trembled, and I had no idea how to comfort him. How to take away the pain, torment, torture.
I pressed my lips to a scar on his shoulder and he tensed, tightened his fingers around mine. I wanted to make him feel better, make him forget the pain of his past for just a little while.
Throwing caution to the wind, I turned him to face me.
“Lucy.” His voice was low, gravelly. “Stop.”
“No.” I cupped his cheek with my hand and pressed my lips together in a small smile. “Kiss me.”
He froze. Conflict warred in his eyes as he lowered his gaze and dragged it leisurely over my body.
I just wanted a moment for us to both forget. For Hendrix to lose himself in me and forget his past. I wanted to forget where I was, forget that my life was hell. I wanted to feel something other than hatred, and Hendrix’s kisses and fingers on my skin always sparked something in me; a fire, a desire that I constantly had to extinguish. But right then, maybe it was the fact he was trying so hard to be noble and do the right thing, I just wanted to give into the flames and burn with him.
As if following my train of thought, Hendrix’s eyes flashed to life, a low growl erupted from his throat and he slammed his mouth down on mine. My hands were in his hair, my lips moulded to his, a small whimper escaped. And I really didn’t know if it was me or him. Or if it was out of pleasure, comfort, or fear. It didn’t matter. It just was.
His hands cupped my face as he stepped back. Breathing hard, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. “Can I tell you something?” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes.”
“I’m scared, Lucy. I’m scared I can’t fix this.” His voice was full of pain, anguish.
“Me too.” I pressed myself closer to him, needing the comfort and needing to comfort him.
“I won’t let him touch you, Lucy. At all. He’ll have to kill me first, okay? I promise you, you will be safe.”
I kissed him again.

 

Gave in to the flames

 

 

~MEET THE AUTHOR~

 

R. Linda drinks wine and writes books.
 
A coffee addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well. 
 
Renee lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favorite movies.

 

 

 

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descriptiondescriptionSOOO…this book turned out to be a bit of a mixed bag for me. I love a good Stockholm Syndrom story, and this looked like it was headed in the direction of being an excellent one. And I enjoyed it for the most part. It kept me interested and turning the pages for sure.
descriptionHowever, by halfway through I was starting to get a little annoyed at things that didn’t make a lot of sense. For one, why didn’t Kat, Lucy, or Hendrix never try to escape? Yes, we are told over and over how smart Ray is, and how he is always one step ahead…but a couple of times Mr. Smartypants baddie was passed out drunk. Or he went off to a bar to spend the night drinking thus leaving all three of them home, and able to move around freely. So why didn’t anyone pick up a phone and call the cops? Or leave and find some help? They had plenty of opportunities to escape. Not to mention there was three of them against one middle-aged man!
descriptionMy other issue was I didn’t like Hendrix. He was a pretty big coward IMO. I was expecting a hero with a bigger set of balls (lol). Add in that there was no graphic sex, and the ending (there will be book two) was a little out there and confusing, and what started as a very promising book fizzled into “meh” territory. At this point, I am both a bit curious and a bit undecided on whether I will bother with book two…description

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