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Bad Saint

Bad Saint (All The Pretty Things #1)

My Madness Level : Strong Madness

How much of a Madness :  I was not in mood reading dark romance, but after the first chapter, there’s no stopping me, I can’t put it down.

What brings the Madness :

  • The darkness and the high intensity, it hit me from the beginning.
  • All the feelings, I can feel the struggles and the horribleness, I cringe and my heart racing most of the time.
  • The characters. I can’t not love and root for the Hero and Heroine, each chapter makes me adore them more and more.
  • SAINT…oh my GOD, Saint definitely the reason I love this book, he’s become one of my book boyfriends.
  • The mystery, who is the real bad guy, how the hero and heroine will survive all of those ugliness, what will happen next, will they end up together.

What Madness I don’t like :  Not as dark as I thought it would be.

Level of this Madness Recommendation : IF DARK ROMANCE IS YOUR CUP OF TEA, YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS THIS ONE.

Where to buy this Madness :

My Madness Review : Goodreads

The Blurb : 

I was kidnapped on my honeymoon by three masked men.

Blindfolded.
Bound.
Destination unknown.

I was told to stay silent and abide by their rules. But they didn’t realize I wasn’t a victim…not anymore.

The open sea was my backdrop for nine torturous days. During that time, glimmers of my fate were revealed by a man with the mysterious chartreuse-colored eyes. He should have scared me, but he didn’t.

He intrigued me. And I intrigued him.

He punished me when I didn’t listen, which was every single day. But beneath his cruelty, I sensed he was guarding a grave secret.

I was sold.
And in a game of poker, no less.

My buyer? A Russian mobster who likes to collect pretty things. Now that I know the truth, I only have one choice.

Sink or swim.

And when one fateful night presents me the opportunity, I take it. I just never anticipated my actions would leave me shipwrecked with my kidnapper.

He needs me alive. I want him dead.

But as days turn into weeks, one thing becomes clear—I should hate him…but I don’t.

My name is Willow.
His name is Saint.

Ironic, isn’t it? He bears a name that denotes nothing but holiness yet delivers nothing but hell. However, if this is hell on earth…God, save my soul.

Author

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