Release Blitz/ARC Review: Ceifador X by Demi Vice!

Title: Ceifador X
Series: Prison Saints #1.5
Author: Demi Vice
Genre: Dark/Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: August 13, 2019
Blurb
Feared like death, worshipped like light;

He was my breath, and I was poisoned at first sight.


Just as the earth was round, I, Bianca Di Vaio, have always
been sick. I’d spent most of my life confined in my room, secluded in my
mansion, and off-limits to all the men who worked for my father, the kingpin of
Manhattan.

Then one night, I heard his voice.


Antonio Castillo talked like desire but looked like death;
dressed in all black wearing a metal skull for a face. He was the deadliest man
at my father’s disposal. The Knight who earned the name, Grim Reaper.

Have you ever heard the story about a caged young girl
who met her knight in broken armor?

*CEIFADOR X is a PREQUEL to THE KNIGHT’S ROSE and must be read beforehand*

Ceifador X ends with a cliff hanger and will continue in The
Knight’s Rose
. This book contains steamy, graphic and taboo material
between an older man and a younger girl that might be offensive for some.


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My Thoughts 💭

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This was a really good prequel! I was immediately sucked into this dark story. The secrets and drama left me wanting to read more! What did Bianca do and why???? I need answers! I can’t wait to read the next book!

Excerpt
Knock… knock knock… knock.

The playful
patterned echoed throughout my room.
The
man doesn’t seem like a monster.
I took a step closer to the door. Or a demon. I took another step. Or anything unholy. The space between
myself and the door no longer existed.
My eyes dropped
to the wiggling door handle. The man said something in Spanish—I think—when the
door wouldn’t open.
“It’s locked…” My
voice was tiny.
“Hello?” The
mystery man’s voice was thick and full of another world outside of the mansion,
New York, or America.
“Hi.”

Silence filled
the void between us until he cleared his throat. “You can open the door. I
don’t bite.” His voice was cunning as if he had a smile on his face. Or at
least, I hoped.
I laughed
nervously. “No, I can’t. But you can.”
“What?” He was
confused until he noticed the three locks on his side of the door.
Click. He unlocked the first. “Why… why
are you locked inside?” he questioned, his words close to one another.
“Because unlike
you, I bite,” I joked. Probably not the best time, but he laughed. A sound so
rich and thrilling it made my head rush.
This man didn’t
sound dangerous, not even the slightest.
Click.

My stomach
plummeted to the ground.
“What’s your
name, gorgeous?” he asked before turning the last lock.
My cheeks
crimsoned, and I introduce myself. “Bianca.”
“Beautiful name.”

I nodded wildly,
and I took a step back, preparing for him to open the door. “What’s yours?”
“Antonio. Why are
you locked inside?” he asked again, this time hoping for a straight answer.
“I’m sick,” I
confessed, playing with the drawstring of my baby pink plaid pajama pants which
were far too large for me even in the smallest size they came in. “But it’s not
contagious,” I reassured.
“I’m drunk,” he
confessed. “And it’s contagious… when you have a bottle.”
I smiled so hard
I thought my face was going to split in two. No wonder his words were a little
put together.
“Are you going to
open the door?”
He let out a
long, heavy sigh I wished so badly I could feel against my face.
“I shouldn’t,
shouldn’t I, Bianca?”
My heart skipped.

“Say it again,” I
begged.
“What?” He
chuckled uneasily.
“My name. Say my
name again.” It came out bratty.
Antonio said
nothing.
“Sorry, sorry. I
guess that was weird. Sorry.” I cringed at my behavior.
That’s what I got
for my little to no people skills. I never thought before I spoke or acted. I
took another step back from the door, from the man behind it, feeling like we
needed space. Because apparently, the door between us wasn’t enough.
“No, it wasn’t… Bianca.” He spoke my name like it was
made for his lips, leaving my cheeks rosy and red.
I bit the tip of
my tongue and glared at the doorknob.
Just one more click, I thought.

“Why are you
locked inside?” Antonio asked, again.
I was going to
give him the same answer as before until I thought about the question.
“Because I try to
escape.”
“Escape?”

I nodded,
forgetting he couldn’t see me. “I try to leave my room. A lot.”
“Why?”

“Because I
shouldn’t be caged, but I have to be.”
Antonio hummed,
“Where do you escape?”
“The library.
It’s the blue door, in front of the stairs.”
“So, if I were to
open the door, you would try to run?”
I let out one
single nervous giggle, “I won’t get far.”
Antonio unleashed
a soulful laugh I immediately recorded in my head for one of my bad days when I
needed a pick me up.
“So, you would
try to escape,” he said while laughing.
Not if you come inside.

“Are you going to
unlock the door?” I asked again, impatiently.
“Nothing good
comes from anything that’s locked,” he hesitated, contemplating his decision to
be here.
The truth was, he
shouldn’t have been here. I should’ve told him to leave, but I was selfish and
wanted the faceless man behind the locked door.
“Dangerous things
lie behind locked doors and cages, Bianca,” his tone, dark.
I heard Antonio
take a step back, and I quickly moved forward. I didn’t want him to leave. I
wanted the last
click, the turn of
the handle, and the eyes of a man my father claimed to be evil.
“That’s not
true.”
“Oh, really?”

“Our hearts are
behind a cage. Does that make them dangerous?”
If it was
possible to hear a smirk, I heard it.
“Like you
wouldn’t believe. The heart is the most dangerous part of a human, Bianca.” He
took another step back. “
Talvez você seja
ingênuo e jovem demais para entender.
That wasn’t
Spanish.
“What language
was that?”
“Portuguese. I’m
Brazilian.”
“What did you
say?”
Perhaps you’re too naive and too young to
understand.
His words hit me,
hard. I was too much of everything that proved I’d grown up in a cage.
Too naive and
wise.
Too young and
dying.
Too caged and
lost.
“I’m not
dangerous, Antonio. I promise you.”
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Author Bio
Demi Vice lives in the windy city of Chicago and is a
graphic designer by day and a romance writer by night. She’s hopelessly
consumed by new ideas involving flawed characters who border between good or
bad, heroes or villains, saints or sinners, and deserve happily-ever-after
endings.
She enjoys reading Edgar Allan Poe, cooking medium-rare
steaks, and trying to relax by doing yoga and drinking green tea.
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