Darkness frightened her, but a killer becomes her muse.
Death was all I lived for. Until she came along.
Lively. Beautiful. Spicy.
I need to kill her, but the urge to keep her is stronger.
For the first time in my life, I defy my demons for her.
The price? One of us has to die.
Darkness scared me. Until him.
Mysterious. Dangerous. Deadly.
He terrified me, but his hidden layers intrigued me more.
I can’t help being attracted to the man within. To his beautiful madness and twisted mind.
Even if being entangled in his world could lead to my ruin…
FOUR 🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Misty!
Wow! Ruin had me hooked within the first couple pages. That was one hell of a beginning! So much suspense and twisted darkness in the beginning.
Aaron is a twistedly dark deadly killer. He comes from a very dark troubled past and seems to not only enjoy the bloody kills, but he has a need for it.
Mae is well, the opposite of Aaron. She’s full of fear. She shouldn’t want him, but does. She’s an artist and an easy target. In fact she becomes a target.
Ruin is the first book I’ve read by this author and I read this all in one sitting. I look forward to seeing how the rest of this series turns out.
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I turn towards the club’s back entrance. The hairs on the back of my neck stand like needles. Is this even due to cold anymore? I close my eyes, trying as much as possible to scoot the haze away.
This isn’t real. My mind is playing dirty tricks on me. A false premonition. A needless paranoia.
An intoxicating smell, different from garbage, invades my nostrils. As if compelled by some invisible force, I open my eyes. My feet almost fail me. I stagger and catch myself on a wall. My dizzy vision focuses on the tall man standing between me and the club’s entrance.
All warmth leaves my bloodstream. An unknown force draws down my spine, freezing my shoulder blades together.
The stranger is all in black. The hood he wears shadows his face, obscuring his features.
A faceless Grim Reaper.
And he’s here for me.
“Good evening, Mae.”
I swallow at the deep, familiar voice and clasp my hands together to prevent them from shaking.
“H-how do you know my name?”
He tilts his head to the side but doesn’t answer.
Ugh. I hate the stutter on top of my slur. I’m coming off as an easy victim. Who the hell would ask such a question under these circumstances? My top priority is to run. Every cell in my being screams at me to turn and leave.
Peeking sideways, I seek the easiest way out. The situation doesn’t play in my favour. For one, my intoxicated brain is so slow at deciphering information. For two, the choice of the back entrance was a lousy one.
The stranger approaches silent and slow. Firm with intent. Like a painter would chase their muse.
“No, no, no…” I move two wobbly steps back. I’m not moving fast enough, and the stranger will be on me any second.
“Help–” I attempt to scream, but my heel catches a crack in the pavement. I fall so fast, so hard. My head bumps onto a sharp edge.
Cheek resting against the cold ground, my eyes prickle with tears as intense pain assaults my head. My skull seems to have been cracked into two separate entities. My lungs no longer receive air as my vision doubles then triples.
In my peripheral vision, the stranger’s blurred face smirks.
I was scared the first time I met him. Now, I’m terrified.
Darkness sucks me in its clutches.
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Rina Kent is a lover of suspenseful plots and edgy characters. She has always been obsessed with romance. Storytelling is in her blood. Plotting is her addiction. Flawed and gripping characters are her drug. She makes it her mission to give them all types of trouble before granting them happy endings.
When not scheming her characters’ fate, Rina manages a hectic schedule divided between studying and living with the most supportive husband and a not-very-supportive cat.
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