Author: Lime Craven
Genre: Dark Romance
The name’s Aeron Lore. And you are…? Such a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Is that a southern accent? Gorgeous.
You fucking bitch.
Why so surprised? I control a billion dollar fortune. I control the news. Give me five minutes and I’ll control you, too. If you could read my mind, you’d probably call me perverted. Unnatural. Manipulative. But I’ve learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit.
I have no conscience. No shame in taking the things I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her boutique tech firm so I could exploit the fuck out of it. Maybe exploit the fuck out of her, too, because desire haunts me in shades of scarlet, and I desire Leo most of all.
I never meant for this to be a love story. I fought it kicking and screaming, the same way Leo fought me. Now we’re bleeding into each other, making a mess. A chaos. There’s no control here. And what do monsters like me do when control leaves the building?
Review by Jennifer: Damn. Where do I even begin? Aeron is a sociopath and knows it, but he’s learned to hide it. Everyone believes he’s a well adjusted individual of society. He has his own news empire that makes him rich and no one is the wiser. He’s perfected the technique of looking concerned, when he couldn’t give a flying… well you get it.
Aeron has his dirty secrets though. Ones that have been paved with gold and buried deep so that no one finds them. He’s been good for so long, but then Leontine Reeves tumbles into his life with her British accent, smoky blonde hair, and sarcastic wit. He can’t get enough of her and his urges get the best of him. He imagines all of the bad things he could do to Leo and Lord help her when he does.
This book took me on a trip into the mind of a sociopath. I honestly had no idea the depth of a persons mind with this diagnosis. It makes me realize what a cruel world we might possibly live in and how people like this could blend in so well. This book was a complete mind screw (can’t be using the bad words in a review!). There were twists and turns that threw me way off kilter and I was helpless to stop the emotional rollercoaster. If you love dark, sadistic, reads… then read this book. If you love the “anti-hero” as Lime Craven likes to call it, then read this book! Wow!
It’s not even a kiss anymore. It’s jumping off a building. It’s a coke binge. A single slash to the throat. Kissing Leo is like perpetual suicide; I die in her mouth over and over, my hips smacking into hers with all the force of the fall.
When I pull away, her lips are swollen and pink, the skin around her mouth rubbed sore from my stubble. Too busy just looking at her, I loosen my hold on her braid. She hunches forward and hides her face in my shoulder; there, she takes slow breaths and murmurs to herself, trying to come back from an edge she didn’t know was there.
“I didn’t think it would be like that,” she whispers.
“It never has been,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. “It never is.”
I like dysfunction. Broken people who can’t fix each other, but fit together because they’re missing the same pieces. One of my favourite songs declares, “take the sinner down to feed desire,” and that’s my MO. I write dirty psychological thrillers with strong elements of dark romance.
I love antiheroes. Female characters who don’t just accept their faults, but downright exploit them. No nice boys. No shame. Mindfuckery for all.