Release Date: October 22, 2019
brands your soul.”
I loved Atticus with my body and soul.
Until he broke my heart and shattered my trust.
He betrayed me.
But worst of all,
Six years later he’s made me love him all over again.
Blinded by my desire for revenge,
I didn’t even notice it happen,
Until it was too late.
Did I learn nothing in the prison he sent me to?
Can I ever trust a word he says?
My carefully woven plans begin to unravel.
Dangerous secrets are uncovered,
My twisted little games exposed,
Threatening to tear my world apart.
everyone I’ve ever loved?
Or will he break me again.
Little Games Duet: Wicked Little Games & Twisted Little Games
Misty’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
Omg, I need to catch my breath. This story, let me just say I was hooked from the beginning but I knew that there were back stories that I needed to know before fully understanding each character. Wow!! It slowly pieced everything together perfectly. You start off in the beginning present day, but you are told bit by bit the back story and then everything comes together.
Let me just say Tia is not your typical heroine. I wanted to smack some sense into her so many times throughout this book! But that being said she is a tough survivor and a kick ass chic. Atticus, ugh…he is not my favorite and only kept adding more to my frustration of him. Logan is my favorite, strong, bold and protective….sign me up!! Tia is his princess and that all you need to know to get you started on them.
This book was such a suspenseful, yet passionate steamy read mixed in with a love triangle. I was completely caught up in all the suspense and unexpected turned. I love that it was not your average happy ending, in fact, this whole book is the opposite of average, its very unique and will easily suck you in.
my own ragged breaths, but he heard me, loud and clear. Striding forward, I
match each of his steps with a retreating step of my own. This was a dance we
had enjoyed in the past, but not today. I’m grateful when my back finally hits
the door of his office; my legs had begun to tremble, and I feared I was about
to hit the deck. My hands press against the solid wood for support, and fixing
my eyes on his, I start to shake my head.
A futile non-verbal request for him to stop.
breathing for a moment. Closing my eyes, I drop my chin to my chest.
Please don’t do this.
with his fingertip but makes no other movement, no sound at all. He simply
waits. When the silence becomes too much, I open my eyes and meet his gaze.
his eyes seem to darken to an impossible shade of midnight blue.
darker colouring, inky black hair, a deep tan maybe, and eyes you would easily
lose your soul to. Not him. Although the eyes are spot on, everything else was
way off; he couldn’t look less like the Lucifer of the movies. He is tall,
towering over me now, broad, strong shoulders, but slim, fit, stunning
actually. His rough blond hair falls over his eyes, and on any other day, that
would be a crime. No, he looks more like an angel than the devil I know him to
be. He looks like a Nordic God.
a sob that I can’t contain and takes us both by surprise. My hand flies to my
mouth, too late to hide the heartbreak. He laughs, a hollow sound that chills
my blood, and even the tender way he tucks my hair away from my face feels too
Please don’t do this.
he states with a wry smile that makes my stomach turn.
I feel utterly speechless and broken.
the Devil, Tia, and yet you are surprised when I drag you to Hell.” He draws
his bottom lip in slowly between his teeth, and even now I can feel my body
betray me. My fingers twitch, restless to touch him just one more time. My
heart clenches, and there is an unwelcome spark of heat right between my legs.
He inhales deeply through his nose and flashes a knowing grin, which adds
mortification to my devastation.
ear before he speaks. “Your pain is just a pleasant bonus, princess.”
pain cleaving through my heart.
sinner like you? Besides, He really can’t help you now, not when your soul is
already mine.” His lips press a kiss on the crook of my neck, and I whimper.
They always feel like heaven on my skin, and now it’s no different, except
everything is different.
hide my absolute desolation.
have nothing left.” The tears I have managed to hold at bay fall, bursting
unbidden from my eyes as I hold his unwavering gaze.
through his pursed lips, shaking his head lightly as if he is reprimanding a
hand unceremoniously along the underside of my nose and roughly drying my
cheeks in an attempt to regain some composure.
interest to someone like me. What am I saying? There is no one like me,” he
taunts, then tilts his head to one side as if thinking how best to deliver his
next line. “You promised me forever, princess, and there’s only one thing that
is truly forever.” His eyes narrow, and the cruel smile that has been an almost
permanent fixture since he brought me here, vanishes. His expression is
chillingly vacant and so changed, I barely recognise this monster before me.
“I’ve come for your soul, Tia.” He pulls back just enough to slide his hand
into his back pocket, retrieving a long slim dagger. He flips it with ease,
catching it and wrapping his fingers around the handle like it was moulded only
to fit his hand. The tip of the blade is reflected in his eyes, and the sharp
edge shines brightly, even in the dim light of the fading evening.
you,” I plead, my hand resting on his chest where his heart should be.
question, haven’t you, princess?” His tone drops, and his expression is now
deadly serious. He waits again for realisation of what he’s asking to slowly
sink in. It doesn’t take long. No.
bring myself to say them out loud. It doesn’t matter. Whether he’s lip reading
or mind reading, he knows me, and he knows this is no longer a choice I have to
coaxing me, and I comply. His words are like a balm, hypnotic, and I find I am
no longer able to resist or fight him. He places the blade in my hand, cupping
his larger hands over the top and gripping tight. He twists the blade until it
is pointed just below my rib cage and angled upward, perfectly aimed for
maximum impact. I’m shaking my head because I know I can’t do what he’s asking
me to do. Then he hugs me…he steps his strong body into mine and presses us
both hard against the door.
thousand blades as it pierces my skin. A tidal wave of pain tears through my
body, and I continue to cry out.
It hurts so much.
and I can feel it slicing through my flesh. The pain is unbearable. I can’t
breathe. Every nerve is screaming in agony as I feel my lungs burn with the
blood now filling them from inside. I start to choke. Even at this time, I take
comfort from the knowledge that this flesh and blood pain is fleeting and is
only a fraction of the devastation my heart feels.
It will all be over soon.
I can see the confusion on his face.
slumping against him with weakness. My words are faint. He tilts my head up;
it’s too heavy for me to hold and flops to one side, but he is careful to
ensure I am looking into his eyes when he speaks. He wants to make sure I truly
understand my fate.
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