In the distant past, I have no recollection of the solution to that inquiry. Fleeing in a state of desperation, I ran away from that house and have been doing so since then. With only socks on my feet and clothes on my back, I had no choice but to escape in a state of desperation. The only thing I had left was the shoes I stole and walked in on that particular day.
Instead, he took my place and returned in my name, forgetting about me, and he took me under the waterfall. He didn’t show up until later. They were all so forgettable. Could I be a girl who is searching for meaning in a life full of faceless men?
Enzo Vitale.
I would have run, if I had realized his intentions, leaving us shipwrecked in a massive storm. He lured me onto his boat like a fish in the ocean, seeking vengeance for my crime. He is not like the monsters he feeds on or the predators that inhabit the sea, but rather an enigmatic man who only loves the deep sea.
Now, I am a girl who is seeking refuge in a decrepit lighthouse with a man who loathes me as much as he craves me, but the old caretaker of the abandoned island may have even more sinister intentions to hurt me, sister.
It’s no longer a matter of my identity, but instead, will I endure?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
H.D. Carlton is an International Bestselling Author. She lives in Ohio with her partner, two dogs, and cat. When she’s not bathing in the tears of her readers, she’s watching paranormal shows and wishing she was a mermaid. Her favorite characters are of the morally gray variety and believes that everyone should check their sanity at the door before diving into her stories.
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MY REVIEW
Do you enjoy the thrilling combination of romance and suspense? What happens when you have a mysterious poltergeist, a horror and mystery, a quirky identity thief, and an ambitious alpha researcher? How about when you have a creepy one-legged lighthouse keeper and a quirky fugitive identity thief? This novel is unlike any I have ever read!
Sawyer is a fugitive from the U.S. Who has been hiding out in Australia for the past 6 years, living as a thief to survive but his plan for revenge backfires as they are shipwrecked on a dangerous island with a lighthouse keeper who has a terrible secret.
Enzo’s broodiness, which endeared me to her, is a quirkiness that makes her a badass survivor, despite her deceitful ways to meet her ends and her heartbreaking past. Apparently, Sawyer awakens things in Enzo that she didn’t know about, and between the two of them, the sex is hot and sizzling. When it comes to matters of the heart and the abandoned child Enzo was, Sawyer has wheedled his way into her, whether he likes it or not. He has made him a cautious and angry man. Enzo’s disturbing and questionable ways will not let him forget her mistake. Sawyer, who took his trust and identity, tracks himself down as a bit of a predator and swims with sharks.
Before the incredible horror and suspense, I was anxiously cheering for safety and sanity, but eventually Sawyer and Enzo forgave each other and worked together to get off the ghostly island from hell. Well done! This book is not only about the volatile relationship between Sawyer and Enzo, but also about dealing with a sinister and unforgivable madman hiding on the island, which the author ups the ante on. I loved what we are about.
I highly recommend this dark romance novel with a crazy and fantastic plot, non-stop twists, and phenomenal character development. If you enjoy sitting up all night finishing a book, you will definitely appreciate the captivating and thrilling action-packed storyline. Additionally, it is advised to pay attention to the warnings as they may trigger certain emotions while reading.
I would like to extend my appreciation to Ms. Carlton for providing me with the opportunity to examine this book without expecting a positive review.
EXCERPT
I’ve put off leaving the country for so long, convinced I’d be caught, and that’s precisely what might happen.
Heart racing, I head directly to the gift shop, purchase a zip-up hoodie, along with sweats and a ball cap, then find a bathroom to change in, all the while checking over my shoulder.
Even the restroom is crowded, so I keep my head down and quickly duck into a stall. Hands shaking, I wind my hair into a low bun, shove the hat over the top, and then slip on the jacket, flipping the hood over my head to cover the rest of my hair. Lastly, I pull the sweats on over my shorts, already sweating from the layers and adrenaline.
Then, I wash my hands and rush to the ticket counter, out of breath and practically panting in the agent’s face. She looks up at me, startled by my sudden presence.
“May I hel—”
“I need a ticket to the next flight out,” I interrupt, nearly tripping over my words. She blinks at me, then focuses on her computer screen, clicking around with her mouse and tapping a few keys.
“A flight to Indone—”
“Not that one,” I cut in again. “A different one.”
She shoots me a glare. I’m pissing her off, but I’m sure a big glass of red wine will soothe her woes, whereas I will definitely be meeting my maker if I’m caught.
“A flight to Australia is departing in forty minutes.”
“Sold,” I say, slapping a wad of cash and my ID on the counter. Giving me an unimpressed look, she processes the ticket and counts through the money. Albeit very fucking slowly.
“You’re $ 8.09 short,” she clips.
I’m not usually a snappy person with customer service. They deal with enough shit. That being said, if I get caught over $ 8.09, I’m pointing directly at her and screaming she did it before bolting.
Muttering beneath my breath, I fish out a ten-dollar bill from my pocket and slap it on the counter.
Giving me the evil eye, she takes the bill and continues.
I’m constantly checking over my shoulder, but thankfully, the airport is crowded, and I don’t see any angry faces wearing a uniform and a gun headed my way yet.
“Do you have any luggage?”
“No, just my carry-on,” I reply.
After a few more minutes, she finally slides the ticket to me, along with my change and ID.
“Gate 102. Terminal B.”
I snatch them from the counter, clip out a quick thank you, and take off toward the shuttle, my duffel bag slapping against my legs.
My heart is beating nearly out of my damn mouth by the time I make it through TSA, off the shuttle that takes me to the terminal, and ultimately reach the gate. It took fucking forever, and they’ve already called my name over the speaker. I’m panicking that I won’t make it, and they’re literally about to close the door when I finally arrive at the gate.
“Wait!” I shout.
The employee sees me coming, and I swear to God, he deserves a blowjob for kindly stepping aside and allowing me through. Even as I run down the hallway to get to the plane, I’m checking over my shoulder.
My heart refuses to return to its designated area until the plane takes off.
Even then, I’m waiting for air traffic control to stop the plane and tell them a fugitive is on board.