{"id":2849,"date":"2018-03-16T18:11:34","date_gmt":"2018-03-16T22:11:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/?p=2849"},"modified":"2018-03-16T18:30:34","modified_gmt":"2018-03-16T22:30:34","slug":"release-day-blitz-whispers-in-the-dark-by-leteisha-newton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/release-day-blitz-whispers-in-the-dark-by-leteisha-newton\/","title":{"rendered":"Release Day Blitz: Whispers in The Dark by LeTeisha Newton"},"content":{"rendered":"by LeTeisha Newton<\/a>

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I was captured…That\u2019s just the beginning of my tale. I\u2019ve survived Purgatory, abuse, and near death. In that abandoned farmhouse I nearly lost everything, but Jacob saved me. We were trapped in this hell together, giving each other the strength to hold on. I fell into darkness with my captor\u2019s son.Until I left him behind.She was perfect, my Alana. Brilliant and full of pain. She understood my darkness and fueled the fire. When she left, I waited patiently to find her, and in her honor, I killed men who took away from innocents. Then I found her…She\u2019s deadly now, a killer too, and perfectly mine. It was beautiful to behold, but she belongs in a cage. My cage. She\u2019ll love me again, or I\u2019ll expose her dirty secrets for the world to see while going down in flames with her. In darkness, it\u2019s most definitely till death do us part.
\nWarning: This book is full of triggers. It\u2019s wicked dark, with created evil falling in love. People die. They are hurt horribly. The bad guys get away, and there is no apology for it. Hardcore trigger within these pages.<\/div>\n
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Leaving me to my misery, Master and the doctor left the room to speak in harsh whispers in the hallway. Curling myself into a ball, I kept crying harder and harder until I was gasping for breath. Master threw a glare my way before leading the doctor far away from my room.<\/p>\n

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The pain, the loss, shot through me like I was taking a bullet to the heart. How could I have done this? How could I put my precious little one through something this awful? I was as bad as Master. I was a monster like him. Crying harder at my thoughts, my eyes caught on the doorway in time to see someone peeking in. My body relaxed in one great whoosh. Jacob was here. He slipped into the room and crept into the bed with me. Ignoring the blood and filth on the towels, for the first time, Jacob took me into his arms. I curled into his chest, inhaling his clean, crisp scent through the tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Alana. I couldn\u2019t get here sooner, and I can\u2019t stay here long. He\u2019ll come back soon.\u201d
\nIt didn\u2019t matter. He was here now, and I clung to him, curling my fingers into his shirt and holding on desperately. In his arms, the pain dulled, and I could handle it. I could cry into his chest and be held. I could be fragile, and he\u2019d catch the broken pieces. His lips trailed up the side of my neck, soft kisses that pushed away the agony and warmed me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can do it. You\u2019re strong enough. Hold on a little longer,\u201d he whispered into my skin. I believed it because he did too.
\nSo I lifted my face so his lips could touch mine.<\/p>\n

Soft and warm, his mouth was different. He slipped over the scars of my abuse and filled in the cervices left behind. Maybe it was the medicine making me fanciful, but I thought I could ask for this. That maybe I would ask him to take me. That I\u2019d like to have him. But then, he was pulling away.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to go. I\u2019ll be with you later. Look for me.\u201d
\nAnd as fast as he\u2019d come, he was gone, but the pain was behind a wall, one he\u2019d built high. He gave me strength, and I would use it to survive. I\u2019d done the right thing, as horrible as it was, and I knew he didn\u2019t judge me for it. We\u2019d done this together, and it made the load easier to bear. Master stomped his way back into the room, face scarlet and chest heaving like a locomotive. I wanted to cringe at his bald fists, but I couldn\u2019t move. I was too tired, or too resigned maybe, to care.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha Newton\u2019s love of romance novels began long before it should have. After spending years sneaking reads from her grandmother\u2019s stash, she finally decided to pen her own tales. As many will do during their youth, she bounced from fantasy, urban literature, mainstream, interracial, paranormal, heterosexual, and LGBT works until she finally rested in contemporary romance.
\nLeTeisha is all about deep angst and angry heroes who take a bit more loving to smooth their rough edges. Love comes in many sizes, shapes, and colors, as well as with\u2014or without\u2014absolute beauty and fairy tale sweetness. She writes the darker tales because life is hard \u2026 but love is harder.<\/div>\n

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