Published by Self-published Genres: Dark Romance
Format: eARC
Title: Heart Thief
Monsters come in many forms.
Monsters come in many forms. Some want shiny new toys to play with-others want blood. Mona Walters dreams of adventure, of a world beyond the shoreline she’s confined to. She yearns for vibrancy in her dull, mundane existence, but succumbs to the bleakness. Until the necklace her sister wore the night she was brutally murdered shows up on her door step wrapped in a neat bow, fueling her to run away and seek out the person responsible of stealing her sister’s life. Mona wished for more-for color in her gray world. What she didn’t realize was just how much more she would get. And that the world outside her own was soaked in red.-blood red. The world she dreamed of is made of nightmares. A rich, influential world of two brothers-and once they have her in their sights, they plan to keep her there. Her father kept her secluded for a reason. Be careful what you wish for. There’s a thief out there, and he’s coming for Mona’s heart.
This is another addition to the Sinister Fairytale Collection. This is a retelling of Moana, though it took me seeing it someplace else to realize that is what it is. I think this book reads so well that you get sucked into the story and don’t even realize you’re reading a retell of a fairytale. This is the story of Mona who is raised on an island and has never seen the outside world. She doesn’t know it but her father is the leader of a religious cult and once you are in you never get to leave. She has a sister Clara that has seen the outside world and tells her stories of how love should be though Mona has Eli and she is trying to make it feel like Clara told her it should. Till one day Clara’s body is found that all Mona can think of is finding out who killed her sister. So when the chance arises she is bound and determined to leave and find out who killed her. I so don’t want to give anymore of this away. But you find these things out from like the second chapter. I loved this book so much. I loved Mona she is one strong woman to have been raised the way she was. And then there are Cash and Colt that will have you rotting for them to have their happily every after with Mona. This story gets a little dark too. It was amazing and I could have read this one for more hours than it took me to read. it.
A graze scorching with pain to my knee makes me wince, the torn material of my dress rubbing against the broken skin. “Hello?” I call out, inching closer and closer to the roaring orange glow of the fire. Shadows dance down the walls as footfalls sound just outside the room I was deposited inside by the man who said he was security.
“Look what the tide washed in,” a deep rumble booms across the room.
My hand wraps around my waist to ease the nerves.
“This is private property. Do you want to tell me what it is you’re doing docking here?” The voice steps into the light, stealing my breath.
He looks like a man from the stories Clara used to tell me at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark probing eyes seek me out, making a quiver of excitement and fear ripple through my body. Powerful arms fold across a broad chest covered in clothes I’m not used to: formal wear, a suit.
He has a confidence about him that commands the space he’s dominating with his size. He’s taller than me by a comfortable foot and a half. As he edges closer, the urge to run away sends a rush of energy to my legs. “Do you speak?” He narrows his dark orbs on me, bringing a hand up to loosen a tie around his neck.
Moving toward a table set out with bottles full of liquids, he asks, “Drink?”
The dryness of my throat aches. A longing to quench a thirst I hadn’t realized I had has me nodding and pushing a meek, “Yes, please,” past my lips.
The quirk of his lips doesn’t go unnoticed as he pours amber liquid into two glasses and hands me one. His fingers brush mine as I accept the offering, sending a spark over my skin. My eyes fixate on the contents of the glass. There are two mouthfuls at most. Maybe he can’t spare more. I smile a thank you and lift the glass, taking a sip.
A harsh burn explodes over my tongue, making me gag. “Oh God, what is that?” I choke out, holding the glass out to give it back to him. A harsh laugh barks from his lips, making my stomach dip.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” He steps toward me, closing in around me like a predator would prey. I shuffle back, bumping my hip against a couch.
“One of who?” I frown.
“Cult Island.” He scoffs, snatching the glass from me and throwing the contents into the fire. It hisses and snaps, flames jumping out in retaliation. “I should have guessed by what you’re wearing.” He smirks, his eyes lazily roaming down my body, making a blush bloom on my cheeks.
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