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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 19, 2017
"Decorative art hangs strategically at eye level to keep my high-paying clients from staring at the shackled criminals in the waiting room."
“No, I see myself as a hunter. They’re not victims; they’re predators stalking the woods in search of prey. If they fall into the hunter’s trap, then they were in a place they never should have been.”
"No, I do not believe rehabilitation is achievable. Especially for the Bundys and Dahmers of the world."
“My patient is the Angel of Maine. He kills ruthlessly. Without mercy, though his moniker suggests otherwise. And there’s not a bone in my body that can find fault with his logic. All his victims were deserving of punishment. And I identify with him, because I’m glad they’re dead.”
"The rules of psychoanalysis are simple: there are no rules. In this safe haven, I can confess my excitement, my arousal at watching the woman be bound and racked until her limbs snapped. But I won’t admit that aloud. I refuse to give in to him."
“I hate you,” I whisper.
“You hate everything but me.”
“It’s a simple yin yang; dark and light feeding each side and devouring. A snake eating it’s own tail. A vicious cycle.”
Audio book source: Audible (purchased)
Story Rating: 4 stars
Narrators: Kate Genevieve and Joe Arden
Narration Rating: 4 stars
Genre: Contemporary (dark romance-ish)/psychological thriller
Length: 8 hours and 11 minutes
”Ours is not a love story—we’re too volatile, too explosive for monotony. No, our story comes with a warning.
=> Warning ⚠️ : I curse a fucking lot in this review.
“Just like Grayson once said: we’re an inevitability”
“He tastes hypnotic. Like a drug. Like freedom.”
TW: violence; kidnapping; emotional, psychological and physical (sometimes) torture; death; pedophilia: obsession and suicide.
“No, ours is not a love story. Ours comes with a warning.
And it’s not over yet.
Of course, no one heeds warnings. If ours began with a beware, my story begins with a threat.
Do not enter”
"You're mine, London. We can dance this violent dance until we bleed each other dry, or we can surrender. You're choice. But I will have you."
"We weren’t born the day we took our first breaths. We were born the moment we stole it.