Dark Romantic Suspense
Nora Robertson is struggling to find her place in society after being held captive for half a year. Her sense of normal is skewed at best, in love and life but, she is trying to recover with the help of her support system. She pines for a home and a love she can no longer have. A love she knows was wrong but still clings to and desires secretly.
Liam Lockwood stumbled across a photo in a magazine of his long forgotten brother causing buried secrets, heartache and obsession to bubble to the surface. When Liam sees something he wants, he takes it. He always has and this time will be no different despite his father's warning. Payback for a dark and broken childhood now has a name, Nora Robertson.
When Liam and Nora's paths collide everyone in their wake will be left stumbling when the truth reveals itself.
Attraction is not random.
I have been anticipating this book since the very second I finished The Tutor, which by the way should be read deforestation you even touch this amazing masterpiece of a book. Nora's Back! She's damaged and learning to cope with her past. Liam has a vendetta. These two are two souls that shouldn't work, even be around each other...ideally. But they do, and they are. They are so wrong, and it becomes so right!! I highly recommend this this book, and The Tutor to all my little Darklings! These books, and this author are truly Fantastic!!
Reviewed by #TheUnratedBookshelf & Sweet Spot Sisterhood
If you are still twisted up in the mindf@©k that was The Tutor, prepare to be confused, needy, and a lot desperate.
The Brother is just that, Holden's brother. He's curious. His needs, wants, and unusual desire to punish his brother leads him on a one way trip to an inconceivable emotion. A destination that can't be...
Nora. His destination is Nora's life. His obsession is Nora.
It's a crazy adventure, a struggle really between two halves of each of them. Both Nora and Liam are trying to figure out how their world I is and what they can do about it.
In a dark and dreary world, they must decide which lines to cross, which ones to hold, and which ones to eradicate.
So raise you glass and toast to new beginnings and old feelings. To harsh reminders and being blessed with friends. To brothers and sisters in life even if they are not blood.
reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
If you’ve not read The Tutor then STOP you need the story in that book first.
Nora is still struggling after returning to the ‘real’ world after being released from her nightmare. To the outside Nora looks like she has it to together but on the inside she’s a mixed up slew of emotions.
Liam is Holden’s brother and we he sees an article on the ordeal Nora suffered it sets in motion an obsession. I’m going to be honest at the start he kind of creeped me out he’s a full on stalker. His reading for his obsession with Nora is ..... skewed to say the least so why did I end up liking him ??
I enjoyed this book not as much as the first one, it lacked some of the suspense and impact of that story.
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
Six Months Ago
I saw the headline first. The Tutor Captive Speaks Out For First Time Exclusive! I admit I was curious. I’d heard the news reports. Seen the reporters trying to get the meek redhead to talk to them last year. I was waiting in line at the grocery store- a task normally done by my assistant- when I picked up the rag and flipped it open to the article. Immediately nostalgia sucker punched me. One of the featured pictures showed the redhead, a young girl and…my brother. I slammed the magazine shut and slapped it on the conveyor belt with my groceries. Fucking Holden. When I slip into my car, I yank the magazine out and read the article. Held captive. Cuts. Love. Emotional abuse. Scars. Moving on. Single. Raise awareness about abuse and PTSD. Blah blah. “Dammit,” I mutter. Although I don’t recall an awful lot from my childhood I do remember my mother and her specific brand of abuse and my brother’s. I pull my cell phone from my back pocket and dial my father. “Liam,” he answers. “Sir.” “Burn through the money already?” His voice is tight. I groan. “No. Have you seen the latest edition of,” I flip the magazine over, “People Weekly?” “Why would I have son? You in it?” His voice grates my nerves. He has two tones of voice, condescending and stern. “No, but your other son is,” I say. I run a hand through my hair. It’s just long enough to consider scheduling a hair cut. My father would prefer it cropped close to the scalp, but I’ve always kept it longer. “Excuse me?” He barks into my ear. “Holden Douglas Lockwood, remember him? He’s featured in the magazine.” I wait for his retort. His slew of curses but only silence greets me. “Dad?” “I’m here. Come to the house now.” “Yes, Sir,” I say. I end the call and toss the magazine on the passenger seat. I start the car while pulling up Carol’s contact to send her a quick text that I won’t need her tonight. She texts me back immediately to let me know she left dinner in the fridge for me. The drive to my father’s house isn’t long but it gives me too much time to focus on my the short movie clips that play in my mind from my former life. Mountain life. Memories of Holden screaming and my father shouting. Holden coming into our room with blood dripping down his torso as I cowered in the corner. Holden covering my mouth in the middle of the night and drawing thin slices along my scalp. What Ma did to him, he did to me, but less so. And hidden. When I told Dad what was happening he snapped. Without warning, he threw me in his truck and drove us away. He told me to never speak of our cabin. To never speak of Holden or baby Laura or Ma again. Nightmares kept me up most nights until Dad started to beat them out of me of with his belt. We started fresh four hours south of that damned mountain. He created an empire for us. Sent me to the best schools and now I run the business he started. We have wanted for nothing. I have no idea how Holden or Ma or Laura faired. Except now- I do. I know they are all dead from that damned article. I pull into Dad’s gated driveway and leave the car running at the front door. His valet takes my keys as I pass by him. I don’t bother knocking on my way inside. Dad sits behind his oak desk. He hand carved it. Sanded it for days. Stained it and had his security detail move the enormous hunk of wood into his office. Two fingers of whiskey reside in a glass to his left. “Sit,” he says. I do. He does not offer me a drink. “Show me this article.” I lean forward and toss the magazine on his desk. He flips to the article and reads silently. When he finishes, he grunts and slaps the magazine closed. “We don’t have anything to worry about. They got his last name wrong.” “But Dad, what about the cabin? There could be things there that lead back to us. Pictures or, I don’t know?” “There’s nothing Liam. Holden’s dead. Laura’s dead and your mother is dead. Good riddance. It sounds like Holden took up her ‘art’. He was destined to get caught.” “That’s all you have to say? Laura and Holden were your children too.” “I let them go a long time ago and you should have too.” “Don’t you care at all?” “No. Your Mother was bat shit crazy. Love made me do stupid things for that woman. Move that damned mountain to commune with nature. Live off grid to aid her art. I gave her enough years. I have nothing left for her-not even curiosity.” “But Holden, Laura?” I say. “I couldn’t care for an infant on my own and Holden was too far gone by then. I could however, save you. Are you not grateful for that?” Save me. The words sound sincere rolling off his tongue but saving me from Ma and my siblings didn’t spare me his abuse. I cannot say this however. “Of course I am. I just…” “Don’t over think it Liam and don’t tell anyone about this article. Understood?” “Yes Sir,” I answer. “Good,” he says while lifting his glass to his mouth. I watch the amber liquid slosh back and forth and yearn for a glass of my own. The first time I’ve heard of, or seen my brother since we left was in a magazine for being a psychopath and my father wants to simply sweep it under the rug with no explanation. It baffles me and irritates me simultaneously. I say nothing to my father because is not the kind of man you push.