Published by Self-published Genres: Dark Romance
Format: eARC
Title: Captive Beauty
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2018
Blurb
Cilla
The Beast had Belle.
Killian Black has me.
How I got here doesn’t matter, even though he says it does. Says it was my choice. He doesn’t get it, though. It wasn’t ever a choice for me.
And now, he’s changing the rules.
The agreement was one month. For thirty days, I’d be his. He’s no longer satisfied with my body alone, though. He wants my soul, too. Wants every part of me. And even though I can pretend I’m safe when I lie beneath him, this man does something to me. Something wicked.
A thing that will break me.
Killian
Cilla made the choice. She offered the deal. I just took her up on it. So what if I changed the rules half-way in? I’m not apologizing for it.
See, Cilla and me, we’re the same. She’s dark. As dark as me. Something happened to her. Something bad. It damaged her.
But it’s not a hero she seeks. It’s an avenging angel. A dark knight. That, I can do. I’ll slay her dragons, but it’ll cost her, because in return, I want everything. And I’ll take it.
She’s mine.
Author’s note: Captive Beauty is a standalone romance. Think Beauty and the Beast, but twisted and dark in the best, dirtiest ways.
Renee’s Million Star Review
I received a copy of this book from the publisher/author to review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.
The Beast had Belle. Killian Black has Cilla. How she got there doesn’t matter, even though he would say that it does. He says it was her choice. He just doesn’t get it though, it was never a choice for her. And now he is changing the rules. Their agreement was for one month. For thirty days she would be his. He is not long satisfied with her body alone, though. He wants her soul too. Wants every part of her. And even though she can pretend she is safe when she lies beneath him, Killian does something to her. Something wicked.
HOLY WOW!!!!!! If I could give this book more than five stars I would. You all need to be ready to fall in love with Kill. There is no way that your going to read this book and not fall for this bad man. I will say too that you are going to love every second of doing so too. I would have gladly read this story for a thousand more pages if they had been there. Captive Beauty is a standalone novel that does have some dark tones too it but I wouldn’t say that it was a totally dark book. Kill and Priscilla meet when she goes to her bother Jones house to go out to eat. This is their monthly thing. However when she gets there, their are mean in Jones’s apartment that she could tell had broken in and she wasn’t about to let her brother be hurt. Knocked out, she wakes in a basement blindfolded and has no earthly idea what is going on. However she knows that her brother has started using drugs again and that he is in big trouble with them. To keep them from hurting her she offers herself up for one month to Kill. Kill you see is a man who runs a club and is a very hard looking scary man, but Cilla had no qualms about protecting her brother and starting the journey of Kill’s Captive Beauty.
I can not say enough about this book. I fell so hard for these characters and devoured this book. You will not be able to put it down once you have started. You won’t want to ever put it down actually. This is the story of two very broken souls. Kill knows what he sees in Cilla’s eyes and she is terrified of him but pushes him. Who knew that starting out as a captive could lead to so many life changing events and one amazingly beautiful story. . If every two people were meant to be it is these two. If your a fan of books that keep you one your toes with a hero who is dark and dangerous and a heroin who is feisty and very broken but hiding it extremely well, then you do not want to miss this book.
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Excerpt
Prologue 1
Cilla
He’s watching me.
I know he is. He has cameras everywhere. Why wouldn’t he have one here? In his, the “special” room? He told me he likes to keep an eye on his things. And that’s what I am. A thing. A possession.
I know he is. He has cameras everywhere. Why wouldn’t he have one here? In his, the “special” room? He told me he likes to keep an eye on his things. And that’s what I am. A thing. A possession.
His.
Fucking his.
And today I fucked up.
Today he’ll take it out of my skin.
I shudder with the thought. With the knowledge of what I know is coming.
I’ll fight him. I wonder if he expects me to. Wants me to, even. All I know is I can’t submit to him. I can’t let him break me.
But I am breaking. Little by little.
I wonder if that’s why he took me.
This is a game to him. My life is a game.
I hug my knees to myself. This room is so cold, unlike the others.
I pull the blanket up around me, as much for the cold as for protection. It’s not like I can hide my fear. He knows. He knows the real truth. Knows everything now.
My dress is torn and I’m barefoot. He took my shoes away when he put me here. I guess the heels
could be used as a weapon. As if I could somehow manage to overpower him.
could be used as a weapon. As if I could somehow manage to overpower him.
I try to swallow but the lump in my throat makes it impossible. I’m scared and I hate it. I don’t want to admit it. Not even to myself.
Tears wet my eyes but before they have a chance to fall, I cover them with my hands and rub them
away. I don’t want him to see my weakness. He gets off on it.
away. I don’t want him to see my weakness. He gets off on it.
I did this. I pushed him. And I can survive this. I fucking have to.
It’s when I’m giving myself that ridiculous pep talk that I hear his footfalls in the hallway. Hear his voice, muffled so I can’t make out what he says. Probably dismissing Hugo, his fucking henchman. Like he needs one.
Every hair on my body stands on end when he slides the key into the lock. When he turns it. And
when he pushes the door open, it takes all I have not to crumple. Not to cave.
when he pushes the door open, it takes all I have not to crumple. Not to cave.
It takes all I have to stand and ready myself for battle against this beast of a man.
Prologue 2
Kill
She claims I took her, but that’s not the whole truth.
I gave her a choice. She made it.
Someone needed to be punished. It didn’t need to be her. She chose this. Chose to be here.
Well, okay, not right here. Not like this. Standing against the far wall, her pretty, jade eyes wide with fear, the delicate skin around them pink from tears.
She’s scared.
And she should be.
She knows what’s coming.
I warned her and she fucked up.
I take her in, pretty in pink. Pretty Priscilla. Even with her hair a mess. Her mascara a black smear across her face. Her dress ruined. She’s scared shitless, but she’s defiant. I like that about her. Like her fire.
It makes my dick hard.
I close the door but don’t bother locking it. No need. She’s not walking out of here tonight.
I’ll be carrying her when I’m through.
I’ll be carrying her when I’m through.
When I take a step, she makes a sound, something like a frightened little rabbit would make if they could make sound. Her hands are flat against the wall behind her. It’s like she’s trying to melt into it.
“I guess we were always going to end up here,” I say.
She has no response apart from the sudden trembling of her body. She wraps her arms around
herself. I can even hear her teeth chatter. She’s too proud to beg though. Beg me for mercy. I respect her for that. But I do like the idea of her on her knees at my feet, clinging to me, pleading with me to spare her this one thing.
herself. I can even hear her teeth chatter. She’s too proud to beg though. Beg me for mercy. I respect her for that. But I do like the idea of her on her knees at my feet, clinging to me, pleading with me to spare her this one thing.
I slide off my suit jacket and hang it over the back of the chair. I watch her reflection in the mirror as I take off one cuff link, then the other, and set them both on the table. I’m rolling up my sleeves when I return my attention to her. Her eyes slide to my forearms. My hands.
“I know, Cilla,” I say.
She looks up at me.
“I know everything.”
Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.
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