Series: Standalone Novel
Published by Self Published on 1/30/18
Genres: Dark Romance
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I never knew when he'd come. Only that he would.
I'd never even kissed a boy the night I met Stone. The night I saw him kill. The night he spared my life. That was only the beginning.
He turns up in my car again and again, dangerous and full of raw power. "Drive," he tells me, and I have no choice. He's a criminal with burning green eyes, invading my life and my dreams.
The police say he's dangerously obsessed with me, but I'm the one who can't stop thinking about him. Maybe it's wrong to let him touch me. Maybe it's wrong to touch him back. Maybe these twisted dates need to stop. Except he feels like the only real thing in my world of designer labels and mansions.
So I drive us under threat, until it's hard to remember I don't want to be there.
Until it's too late to turn back.
HOSTAGE is a dangerous standalone romance by New York Times bestselling authors Skye Warren and Annika Martin. It's set in the same world as PRISONER, but can read separately!
This story is the devastating account of the horrors survived by a band of brothers and how they made it out the other side. These men have demons to slay after what they’ve endured and Hostage is Stone’s war. I was rapt, on the edge of my seat as this meticulous web of sins and horror unfolded, as untreated wounds were cut wide open, as a reluctant romance was born in the middle of all of it. Hostage has been one of my most anticipated reads since Prisoner and it not only lived up to every one of my hopes and dreams, but far exceeded them.
4.5 “OMG. LOVE” Stars.
“Clinging to your killer, that’s a powerful and horrible kind of intimacy. I used to think of intimacy as chocolates and roses and sweet whispered words. But it can be blood and violence and darkness, too.”
Hostage is one deliciously violent dark romance. My favorite kind of dark romance is EXACTLY what’s delivered on these pages, the kind that is both vicious and brutal yet still somehow finds a way to be sensual and sweet. Stone is brutal. He’s dangerous and bloodthirsty and has one goal in mind: vengeance. It’s IMPOSSIBLE to see any sort of humanity in him at first, let alone a soft side, a heart willing to love. But that’s why this story is so fantastic. There’s an integral part of every female that secretly longs to be the one thing that can soften the unbreakable. I believe there’s also an integral part of every romance reader who enjoys dark romance that longs to see our heroine become the one thing that makes our anti-hero feel raw emotion after being so impossibly broken. Hostage delivers that beautiful darkness, that twisted journey from hopelessness to hope and IT. IS. EXQUISITE.
“I could destroy her or save her. I could kill her or fuck her or do anything at all.”
There are so many reasons I shouldn’t root for this sort of dynamic. The relationship between Stone and Brooke is all wrong. So wrong. Criminal. Dangerous. Illicit. He’s her captor. She’s sixteen years old. He’s a killer. He’s terrifying. She’s innocent. And yet, after just a few pages, I was desperate to see where this would go. I’m a sucker for this, the potential for a hardened criminal softening for a woman. It’s my kryptonite. And no one creates that decadent possibility more superbly than Skye Warren and Annika Martin. From a scene early on where our murderous hero is about to drown our heroine on the day of her sweet sixteen, I was HOOKED.
“It was only ever supposed to be for the boys in that basement with me, but somewhere along the way, she burrowed into my dark heart.”
Hostage, though, is far more than a romance. This story is the devastating account of the horrors survived by a band of brothers and how they made it out the other side. These men have demons to slay after what they’ve endured and Hostage is Stone’s war. I was rapt, on the edge of my seat as this meticulous web of sins and horror unfolded, as untreated wounds were cut wide open, as a reluctant romance was born in the middle of all of it. Hostage has been one of my most anticipated reads since Prisoner and it not only lived up to every one of my hopes and dreams, but far exceeded them. I loved this book, loved the edgy dynamic between Stone and Brooke, loved the pain on these pages as much as I loved the blissful romance. Together Skye Warren and Annika Martin have created everything I could’ve hoped for with Hostage. This story is brutality and darkness woven seamlessly with sensual romance to make for a story that I thoroughly consumed. I loved it!
It’s him or me. It’s stand here and let a man die, or do something—for once in my life, do something that’s not wearing a dress and smiling and getting it all wrong.
So I run out there. I watch myself do it, like a movie almost. “Stop it,” I yell.
The attacker just keeps on, a dark storm, all fists and fury. My presence means nothing to him. My words don’t touch him. It’s as if I’m yelling at thunder.
My heart beats out of my chest. I’ve risked everything, come out in the open, but it’s not enough. I stamp my foot to get his attention, crushing gravel beneath my mother’s Louboutins.
“The cops are coming,” I say.
The man stills and looks up. It’s a shock when it happens, even though I’ve been trying to get him to see me. His eyes seem to blaze into my chest, hot and bright.
Breathless, I back away.
He stands, leaving the man in a groaning, whimpering heap.
I retreat slowly, showing him my phone, as though that might protect me. “Cops are coming,” I say again. A lie. I couldn’t punch in the code.
He’s coming at me, expression unreadable. He’s a few years older than I am—late twenties, maybe.
My back hits something hard. The van.
He keeps coming. I try to spin and run, but he grabs my arm and slams me back into the van. “Where do you think you’re going, little girl?”
I stare up at him, panting.
His warm breath is a feather on my nose; the heat in his eyes invades me. He grabs my hair and tilts my head back, forcing me to stare into his face, as if he’s trying to read my eyes.
A moment later, he looks up at the night sky. He seems almost wolfish, and I’m conscious, suddenly, of my bare neck so close to his snarling mouth. I wonder if he’s staring at the moon. It’s like he’s going to howl or something.
Then I get it. He’s listening for sirens.
“You’re a little fucking liar.”
About the Author
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.
Annika Martin loves fun, dirty stories, hot heroes, and wild, dramatic everything. She enjoys hanging out in Minneapolis coffee shops with her writer husband, and also likes birdwatching at her bird feeder alongside her two stunningly photogenic cats, especially when she should be writing. She’s heavy into running, music, saving the planet, taking long baths, and consuming chocolate suckers. She’s worked a surprisingly large number of waitressing jobs, and has also worked in a plastics factory and the advertising trenches; her garden is total bee-friendly madness and her most unfavorite word is nosh or possibly fob. A NYT bestselling author, she has also written as RITA award-winning author Carolyn Crane.