(All the Pretty Things Trilogy)
By Monica James
I was kidnapped on my honeymoon by three masked men.
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.
The angel and the saint… In this case, the tormented angel and the horrendous saint. Should be a match made in heaven, or hell, maybe?? One thing is for sure, the distressed angel has fallen for the bad saint, and she decides nothing else to do about it.
Willow just recently got hitched and was on their way to their honeymoon when she was kidnapped and tormented for more than a week. No savior, no communication, no news from the outside world, except for the three masked men talking in gibberish Russian, taunting her, agonizing her, deceiving her. One of them was called Saint, and what a conundrum he turned out to be.
Saint had his reasons for kidnapping and breaking his captive. He needed to accomplish his mission to get what he wanted. Except he wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing anymore when all hell broke loose on the way to Egypt.
Bad Saint is a dark romance novel that will get your head spinning with madness and fear and sorrow for Willow and Saint. I couldn’t remember how many times I’ve cried for Saint – he was a walking contradiction. One minute he’s hard and murderous; the next, he’s compliant and sympathetic, and then soon enough, he’ll rip your head off and blow your mind.
Monica James wrote this dark tale with emotions, flair and promise. I don’t usually go for dark and twisted romance, but this book offered a lot more – intensity, courage, hope and passion. The cliffhanger made me much intrigued and fascinated with Willow’s and Saint’s fate. Gotta love a book that has me clamoring for more!