Like dark, singeing sensuality in your book? Twisted by Natasha Knight is for you. Check out my review and read an excerpt!
Twisted
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance Standalone
Release Date: Feb 19, 2019
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My brother was right. I always wanted my own Willow Girl.
What happened on that island didn’t break me.
It twisted me.
Corrupted me.
Made me into a monster.
Although, I guess it’s true what she says. You can’t become something that wasn’t inside you all along.
This was always going to happen.
I was always going to take Amelia Willow.
History and destiny sealed her fate. Sealed both of ours.
For months, I’ve been waiting.
Watching.
Preparing.
And tonight, everything will change.
Because tonight, I’ll collect my own Willow Girl.
Author’s Note: Twisted is a standalone spinoff of the Dark Legacy Duet. No cliffhanger!
MY REVIEW
4.5 STARS!
Absolutely twisted,
intense and compelling this book got my rapt attention, making me feel breathless
throughout.
It is a fast-paced read
that will consume until the very end.
Gregory Scafoni is
twisted after a history of being ignored and the most recent betrayal of his
brother and his brother’s Willow girl.
Amelia is a Willow girl
but not the sacrificed Willow girl. Can she be the Willow girl for Gregory
Scafoni or is that place forever held by another?
I want more! It all
went so fast and ended way too quickly. This was a whirlwind of a book.
Gregory and Amelia were
on fire! Their need for each other palpable and sexy.
Amelia was a brave
woman with spunk and daring. Definitely able to handle Gregory.
Gregory Scafoni bares
scars. Scars from a lifetime of being second best or not being in the running
at all. For all his darkness, he is loyal and protective not to mention
demanding.
This was an enthralling
read that was creepy, haunting and oh so sexy. A book that had me glued to my
seat until the very end.
I received an ARC of
this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
EXCERPT
Prologue
Amelia
He says that together
they twisted him.
Made him the monster
he’s become.
But you can’t become
something that wasn’t inside you all along.
A tear drops to the sketchbook
on my lap, the blob smearing the lead. I wipe it away with the tip of my finger
and watch the stain spread to the edge of the page.
I can’t seem to stop
drawing that night.
The night when the
Scafoni brothers stalked into our home and we were made to wear those rotting,
disgusting sheaths and forced to stand on those ancient blocks as Sebastian
Scafoni, first-born bastard, looked us over like we were cattle.
I can’t stop drawing
the look on his face when he saw Helena.
Even if she wasn’t
bound like she was, she’d have stood out.
She always thought
herself the ugly duckling but she’s the most beautiful of all. She’s special.
Always was. Different from us. And so much stronger.
Crap.
I swipe the back of my
hand across my nose and listen to the sound of tears drop fat and heavy onto
the page and this time when I lay my hand on the sketch, it’s to smear the wet
across like maybe I can wipe away that night. Rub it off the page. Erase it out
of history like it never happened.
“Oh, now look what
you’ve done,” he says. His voice is deep and low, and I swear I can feel it as
much as hear it.
He takes my hand with
his gloved one and pulls it away.
“Ruined it.”
I look at him. I
finally make myself look at him.
“I hate you.”
He grins. Shrugs a
shoulder, his grip growing infinitesimally harder.
I glance at my
palm—it’s black from the pencil—and look down at the page in front of me.
He’s right. It’s
ruined.
But it doesn’t matter.
I have dozens like it.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
I can’t stop drawing
that night.
Can’t stop it from
happening.
Can’t stop the Scafoni
bastards from walking into our lives, upending everything. Coming into our home
like kings, like they owned the place.
Although, I guess they
did.
They owned everything.
Our house. Our land. Our parents.
My sister.
Me.
I force myself to meet
Gregory Scafoni’s dark eyes with their strange turquoise specks and wonder how
I’d ever thought he was an angel.
My angel.
My savior.
When all he is, is the
devil.
AUTHOR BIO
USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are almost always guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.
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