Synopsis
I am going to marry a monster.
He is my everything.
He manipulates people for fun. He takes over their lives, consuming them. He dominates and crushes, ruling them, claiming their souls. No one can survive the games of Damon Hunt.
Before now. Before me.
I am Ella Knight. I am corrupted. My sister was a victim of Damon's games. It’s my turn to play now.
Damon Hunt has been my sole focus, my everything for three years, since my sister’s death. I'll manipulate him. I'll take over his life, consuming and crushing him. I am going to take away his soul. Damon Hunt will not survive my games. I will win.
I hope.
PROLOGUE
February 12th 2014
I look down at Cory and feel
nothing; no joy at breaking him, no happiness at succeeding, and certainly no
sadness over lost love. I don’t really remember feelings nowadays. Love isn’t
real. It hurts people. It’s a word used too often without meaning. I have no
time for love. I am empty. A single vessel floating around a universe of
nothing. I have no reason to feel anymore. No real reason.
The weeping man before me
brings no emotions out in me. They never do, they’re just collateral damage.
They’re all the same - easy to please, easy to hurt, full of broken promises.
The world would be better off without men in it.
I didn’t need to ruin Cory.
I was ready when I left Scott. Cory just happened to catch my eye at the right
time. Or wrong time, depending on how you look at it. I want to laugh at his
pathetic display of weakness. Crying over a break up? Disgusting. Love sucks,
get over it already!
“You’re weak. Nothing but a
pathetic piece of shit.” I snarl.
“I don’t understand. Why?
What’s changed since this morning?” his eyes plead with me. This is the part I
like. Seeing how far I can push them. “Baby, I love you.”
“You think you love me after
three months?” I laugh and shake my head. “You were easy.”
“I do. You know I do. You
feel the same, you said you loved me. Why did you fuck him?” I can see the
doubt set in as he looks up at me. I smile. Stupid man.
“I’ve never loved you. It
was all a game. You were a game.” He sucks in a shocked gasp. “I saw you the
night before in the bar. You’d cheated on your girlfriend, but you were still
trying to make her feel bad for your actions. After you got caught. Like it was
her fault your dick slipped into the redhead. I had to have you then.”
I walk to him and crouch
down so we’re eye level. “It took one flash of leg to get your attention. One
smile to get a drink. Three days for you to say you were sorry for the first
time. By day eight you told me you loved me.” I tilt my head to the side to
look at the poor excuse of a man I’ve been shacked up with for the past three
months.
“Why are you doing this?” he
cries as his head drops forward, shoulders hutched over in defeat.
“Because I can.” I snap.
“You tried to manipulate a vulnerable woman. You used love to hurt her. I
couldn’t let you get away with that, you needed to feel the pain you caused
your ex.”
“So this has all been
revenge for Carol?” Cory asks in an incredulous voice.
“No. I’ve never spoken to
Carol before. This was about more than just your ex, Cory. It was about the man
you are. What you represent. I knew on day five that you would be the easiest.
A few words in your ear and you believed my words over a fourteen year
friendship. Never put hoes before bros, it’s a known fact. That friendship took
twelve days to break. Twelve days as opposed to fourteen years?” I laugh at his
stupidity, shaking my head. “Pathetic.”
“Tony didn’t?”
“Tony certainly did. Just
not the way I told you.” I’m ready to leave. I stand and move to collect my bag
from the kitchen table. “I never needed anything from you. I don’t need
anything from anyone. All that money you’ve
given me, I didn’t need any of it. I just needed to see how hard you would try
to keep me.”
“Why?” realisation is
finally sinking in. He sounds broken.
“Why? Why? Because I lost
everything. All because of a man like you.” I shout at him before calming my
voice. “Your dad never touched me, you know?” a sob tears from his throat, raw
pain. “Sure, he grabbed my arm and made those marks but only after I told him I
was using you. Good thing mummy dearest believed him.”
“You bitch.” he cries,
looking torn up. Yes, he’s too broken to even stand up to me. I walk to stand
in front of him.
“I am a bitch. I don’t feel.
I don’t love. I hate. I only hate. I hate you.” I grab a hand full of his brown
hair, squeezing it into a fist then pulling his head back so he’s looking at
me. “I would say it’s been fun but you’re the same as the rest of them. A
lying, cheating, lousy lay. Have fun trying to build bridges.” I push away from
him, stride to the door, and exit, leaving it to slam behind me.
I smile as the cold,
February air stings my face. The winter sun is shining bright. It’s deceiving.
Like me, beauty surrounded by nothing but bitterness. It takes nothing but a
smile to lure men in.
I use them.
I manipulate them.
I break them.
That’s the best part,
leaving them broken with nothing and no one left. I had everything taken away
from me because of one man. The Demon.
Damon Hunt.
Damon is a hunter. He preys
on innocent women. He breaks them, tears them apart until they have nothing
more left to give.
It’s time for the hunter to
be hunted.
Excerpt
“Ella,” he rasps. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me. Sweet Jesus, baby.” He closes the distance between us in two strides. When he’s close enough, his hands grip on my hips and pull me into him. Our bodies clash, my blood ignites. Need washes through me. Damon’s scent envelopes me, he smells pure male. My chest heaves as I look up into his eyes, my breasts brushing against his chest with every inhale. “I can see everything, beauty. Every fucking thing. The rounded globes of your perfect arse, the mound of your pussy, the dimples at the back of your knees.” His hands move down to grip my arse cheeks. He squeezes roughly before pulling me into his hard cock. I moan as the move hits the perfect spot. “God, I need to keep you.”
Sweeter Excerpt
“Morning,” he whispers into my neck as he nuzzles. I gasp at the soft stroke of his tongue on my neck. “I can smell you. I’ll have your scent stuck in my head all day. I need a taste.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth as he nibbles me. “Just one taste. I have to have one taste.” The huskiness of his desire filled voice makes my knees weak. I melt into his body, letting the feelings he’s evoking within me take over.
I
was gifted Corrupted and in return I am writing an honest review. This books starts out with Ella Knight
seeking revenge on her sister’s life that was lost 3 years ago. Ella’s sister Lydia took her own life after she
was devastated by Damon Hunt, a master manipulator of all women. Lydia fell in love, fast and hard in
fact. Lydia kept a diary on her life
with Damon and once Ella finds and reads this diary she realizes the extent of
Damon’s betrayal, how badly he treated her and so Ella has decided to seek
revenge on Damon for causing Lydia’s death. Ella researches Damon’s life and watches him
waiting to put herself in his path, and once she does Damon becomes completely
taken by her. Falling for every one of
her tricks. Wanting to keep her, but yet
Damon still has another woman that wants him and for some unknown reason he can’t
leave her behind and move forward with Ella.
Now while I enjoyed this book and will probably be reading the next one
in the series because I have to know how things went and what Ella has in store
for Damon next. I also found the plot a
little one sided though, unless this is the Author’s intent to keep the reader
interested so they will want the next book.
But I found one part of the book to be too unbelievable. I won’t put anymore spoilers out there than I already
have, but I will say this book was well written for the most part, and I really
did like it. I look forward to seeing
the growth of the writing skills of these 2 authors in future books. The plot was certainly a good one, I just
wished there would have been more mystery to this story, more than just the
revenge plot. I am giving this book 4
out of 5 stars.
Author Bio's
Alicia
Taylor is 28, lives in Derbyshire in the UK with her husband and two
step-daughters.
Corrupted
is her debut novel which she cowrites with Natalie Townson. This is book one in
the Manipulation Trilogy.
Her
love of reading led to blogging which led to this - dipping her toes in the
indie author pool.
Natalie
Townson is 31, a mother of one beautiful little boy and lives in Gloucester in
the UK with her Husband.
Corrupted
is her debut novel that is a book one of the manipulation trilogy, that she co
writes with Alicia Taylor. She is currently working on book two of the series
which is nearly complete.
