Monday, January 18, 2016

Blog Tour + Review + Giveaway: Retribution by Natasha Knight

Title: Retribution
Author: Natasha Night
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Publish Date: January 8, 2016
Review Source: eARC
 
Adam
 Payback’s a bitch — or it would be for Elle.
 Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she’d endured hell. Somehow, she’d survived it. Someway, she’d escaped her captors. But it hadn’t mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming. 

Fifteen years I’d been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he’d done. 

Killing him was too easy. Too quick. No. There was a much better way to exact revenge. 

Take what he loved best.

Break it. 

Break her.

 I just didn’t realize that in the process of destroying the girl, I’d destroy myself. 

Elle

“I only want your pain.” 

I hadn’t understood what those words meant, not really.Not until he made me understand. 

I noticed Adam the very first day he moved into my building. He was a badass on a bike in a thousand-dollar suit. When he looked at me, it was with a hunger just this side of obscene. 

Our meetings were strange, accidental. Too coincidental. There was something about Adam. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. 

Something I couldn’t resist. 

He told me I didn’t know him. He warned me to run as far from him as I could. He was moody. Dark. I’d found it romantic. I didn’t know and wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he’d meant for me to heed his warnings. That some part of him had hoped I would run, that I would escape him. 

For too many years, vengeance had fueled him. It had taught him hate. The object of that hate? My father. And me? I was the means to my father’s end. Adam would destroy my father by destroying me. 

I accused him of being a monster, of being no different than those who took his sister, but even in the harshest moments, all I could see in his eyes was pain. And like a fool, all I wanted was to touch that darkness. 

To make it light. 

Retribution is a full-length, stand-alone Dark Romantic Suspense novel. NO Cliffhanger. Intended for mature readers.
I really didn’t know what to expect when starting this book. I have never read anything by Natasha Knight before. I found myself really pulled in by this book though. At times, I cringed a bit but I still couldn’t turn away. 

Adam is a man on a mission. His mission is to seek retribution to the man that was the cause of his sister’s death. In his mind, the only way to get to Manuel Vega was to capture and torture his daughter, Elle. Adam thought this would be an easy task to accomplish but he didn’t put much thought into how his feelings would flourish for his captive. 

Elle is a very spoiled woman. She literally has everything handed to her by her rich father. Elle does have a job once a week as a photographer but mostly does her own freelance projects on the side. 

Elle and Adam officially meet when he moves into her apartment building. Adam makes himself known quickly and Elle falls for his bait. He seductively lures her in and before you know it, his plan is falling into place. 

Retribution was a book like no other that I have read before. It was quite unique and the storyline kept me interested. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, truly unpredictable. 

I really loved reading Adam’s raw emotions. You would think after reading the synopsis that you’d grow to hate Adam but I loved him. Elle kind of annoyed me in the beginning but once the book progressed she grew one me. Overall, this book was dark but was actually a good story. It wasn’t as dark as I thought it would be but I’m grateful for that.





“Damn it, Adam, don’t turn your back. I have a right to answers.”
My heart hardened, missing a beat when her hand landed on my shoulder. I turned. She backed away instantly upon seeing the change in me.
The bastard always slipped away. Like a snake, he slithered out just when you thought you finally had him cornered. She was the only way to punish him.
“You want answers?” I took a step toward her.
“You said you didn’t want to scare me.”
“No, I didn’t.” I took her wrist and yanked her close. “I warned you to run. Now it’s too late.”
She stared up at me, fear immobilizing her.
“Let’s go get you some of those answers you want.” I turned, dragging a struggling Elle behind me, her cries background noise, my head too full to hear.
Walking her back down the stairs we’d climbed, I bypassed what would one day become the lobby and went into the bowels of the building, to the only completed floor. The farther down we got, the more she struggled, but it didn’t matter. She was weak; her efforts made no difference. She would go where I took her.
Sharp nails clawed at me by the time we reached our destination. Darkness consumed us, but I knew every inch of this particular space. Picking up a flashlight with my free hand, I switched it on and watched her eyes grow wide, saw her chest heave with short breaths when she saw the heavy steel door as she twisted to get free.
“Stay,” I told her.
“What?” Terror stole her voice, and I took hold of both her arms, the flashlight digging into one. Her eyes shone with collecting tears, and I wondered what she saw when she looked at me. Did mine give me away for what I was? For what I would become once we set foot beyond that door?
“Stay. Don’t move, understand?”
Tears slid down her face and she shook all over, nodding, as if she already knew whatever lay behind the door was bad.
It was. And it was built for her. I’d done it all for her.
With effort, she dragged her gaze from mine, but she stayed put while I dug the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the heavy door then pushed it open. But when the light of my flashlight bounced off the steel bars within, she made some sound and turned to run. Instantly, I gripped her wrist, catching her before she bolted.
“I told you to stay, didn’t I?”
She stared at me, and I wondered if she saw the monster emerging from within. A monster who would hurt her.
I wondered why her father didn’t have her better protected. He’d made it so easy to take her.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Elle,” I said, dragging her into the room. She screamed for me to let her go and dug her heels in, as if willing her feet to grow roots into the ground. She caught hold of the door frame, a last ditch effort before I towed her inside and the door slammed shut behind her. I switched on the light to illuminate the whole space, telling of the horror that would become her life.
“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!” She backed away from me, but the door had locked as soon as it shut, and I held the only key. I merely grinned, not attempting to catch her now, watching her instead as she took in the large room, the walls and floor a dirty gray, a cell in one corner, within that cage a cot with a mattress on top, a toilet, and more chains hanging from the walls than she’d probably seen in her whole life.
Her pulse throbbed in her neck as her eyes darted this way and that in frantic search of an exit. Didn’t she understand it was too late? That her fate had been decided the day my sister had killed herself?
She clasped her hands together and turned to me, her face the picture of terror. Was terror what Alessandra had felt when they’d taken her? When they’d beaten her? When they’d raped her?
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, her voice so small I almost didn’t hear the question.
“I wanted to show you what it was like.”
“What what was like?” She backed up a step when I neared her.
“What it was like to be taken from your home. To be locked up like some animal. Stripped of everything.”
 At that, she hugged her arms around her center, the wall at her back with her final step. She’d know now she was out of space. Out of options.
“I don’t understand, Adam.”

“No, not yet. You will, though.” I moved toward the cell and opened the door before gesturing for her to enter. “But, lucky for us, we have time. Welcome to your new home.”
Natasha Knight is the author of several BDSM and spanking erotic romances all of which explore the mind of the Dominant male and the submissive female, discovering just beneath the surface of each story that key element of love. Her characters are as human as she: powerful but vulnerable, flawed, perhaps damaged but with an incredible capacity to love.

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