Series: Bad for You #1
Published by Carina Source: Netgalley
Genres: Romance, Millionaire/Billionaire Hero, Erotica, Dark, Contemporary Romance, Alpha Guy
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Not everything dangerous is bad.
From the moment Angelina laid eyes on him, she fell into a fantasy. Mysterious, foreign, gorgeous, Haithem offered her what she needed most—a chance to feel again.
But Haithem is much more than he appears to be. He lives in a world of danger where everything comes at a price.
For Angelina, that price is her future.
He's made sure the life she's left behind is in tatters. Made her family believe she's dead. Still, he talks about protecting her, about keeping her safe, but she can't distinguish his truth from his lies. She can't separate her pleasure from his betrayal.
Haithem warned her. He told her he'd make her heart race, her body come alive and her most primal needs rush to the surface. His for the taking.
He didn't say she'd come to love the devil who's destroying her, even as he keeps her prisoner.
I like books that have kind of a darker side to them, so this book seemed right up my alley, the cover had a kind of menacing hot guy, the blurb promised that our hero would be the devil keeping our heroine hostage. Sign me up. While I did enjoy the book, I did have an issue or two, but overall, I really did like it, and more than that I want to read the sequel like now.
So first off the things that I enjoyed. I liked Angelina, and the thing is she is not normally the kind of character I would like on paper, but within the book I actually really liked her. So Angelina is kind of shelter, or maybe babied is the right word, she has some serious heartache in her past, and because of that her parents and the people in her life hover. So when she runs into a hot dangerous looking guy, she is without a doubt intrigued. But when it comes time to decide if she wants to take him up on his offer of a few weeks away at sea, she backs down. But after a fall she ends up stuck on board the yacht at sea with the dangerous Haithem. I liked how she reacted to the situation, she was actually pretty believable, I mean her reactions ranged from being nice to lure him into trusting her, anger, bargaining, just everything she could think of to get of the yacht. I also liked how as the story progressed she kind of started to really come into her own, figuring out who she is.
As for Haithem, he was interesting to be sure. So right from the beginning this guy is a super big puzzle, and you find out tiny little pieces about him and his life slowly as the book goes on. I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone so I am going to try to explain how I feel about him without giving away too many of his secrets. He definitely has a dark side right off the back, and he has a friend/confidant/bodyguard who is super paranoid. The two of them are so worried about being followed, and if makes me think right off the bat that something sinister is going on, or maybe they are on the run, there were a lot of different options for him. And once Angelina is on the yacht with him, you really get to see more about who he is beyond his tough guy exterior. Granted he does have a couple of moments where he is a total jerk, but overall he was interesting.
So my biggest problem with this book was the secret that Haithem was hiding, the reason why he was so paranoid, I had a hard time believing it, and more than that the secret kind of changed the way I perceived some of the characters, and I think I liked it better in the beginning. That being said, I really am totally looking forward for the sequel, and I really want to see how everything turns out between Haithem and Angelina.
Long fingers close around my throat. Not squeezing, not hurting, but commanding. I look at him. This man I love. This devil I adore. He’s gorgeous—dark hair, darker eyes, olive skin, body and features all chiseled hardness. But that’s not what makes my veins jump under his hand. That’s not what makes my skin slick with sweat.
There’s more to this man than meets the eye.
His thumb strokes my pulse, gleaning secrets right out of my blood. His mouth curls to the side, forming a smile that reveals he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Didn’t I warn you, Angel,” he says, and his thumb moves up to my chin, “that it’s not a good idea to love me?”
My pulse leaps from erratic to chaotic. I can’t answer, only listen in horrified fascination to what I know will come next.
He traces the groove below my bottom lip. “Didn’t I warn you my love would be bad?”
Shivers run hot then cold over my skin.
“Didn’t I tell you, you’d pay for my heart?” He touches my mouth, dragging my bottom lip down.
My body sings, my blood hums right down to my womb. I can’t resist him. He did warn me. He truly did. But I was greedy. I wanted him anyway.
I didn’t understand how bad he could be.
He’s the devil. Tempting me with what I desire most. Luring me to an irresistible destruction. A destruction I’m so close to I can smell it—taste it—touch it. Pain grips me, my insides bruise with it. My family believes I’m dead. The life I’ve left behind lies in tatters because of him. Because he keeps me.
He won’t let me go.
He tilts my face, brushing his cheek against my ear. “I promise it will be worth it.” His stubble chafes my earlobe, stinging and electrifying. I’ve felt those bristles scrape against my neck, my breasts, my thighs. There’s not an inch of me that hasn’t felt the sweet torture of their abrasion. “Can’t you see it?” he asks. “The future where you’re mine?”
My eyelids drift shut. I know it’s only the hand cradling my face that’s holding me up. I can see that future. I see it with fluorescent intensity. Life with the lights turned on. Life where living means more than existing. For everything he’s taken from me, he’s given me back more. He breathed a soul back into me. Without it, without him, I’d be a walking corpse.
I see our future. I ache for it, yearn for it, despise myself for it.
“Say it, Angel. Say, Haithem, I’m yours.”
For all intents and purposes, I’m a prisoner—captive—perhaps even a slave. Because I have no choices but the ones he gives me. Yet, he gives me this choice—or at least the illusion of a choice—to choose him.
To love him.
As if making a choice had ever been an option. The moment I met him, I may as well have been branded.