Series: Prison Saints #1.5
Release Date: August 13, 2019
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
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.
who met her knight in broken armor?
*CEIFADOR X is a PREQUEL to THE KNIGHT’S ROSE and must be read beforehand*
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.
My Thoughts 💭
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!
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.
to the wiggling door handle. The man said something in Spanish—I think—when the
door wouldn’t open.
voice was tiny.
mystery man’s voice was thick and full of another world outside of the mansion,
New York, or America.
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.
nervously. “No, I can’t. But you can.”
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.
you, I bite,” I joked. Probably not the best time, but he laughed. A sound so
rich and thrilling it made my head rush.
sound dangerous, not even the slightest.
plummeted to the ground.
name, gorgeous?” he asked before turning the last lock.
crimsoned, and I introduce myself. “Bianca.”
and I took a step back, preparing for him to open the door. “What’s yours?”
you locked inside?” he asked again, this time hoping for a straight answer.
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.
confessed. “And it’s contagious… when you have a bottle.”
I thought my face was going to split in two. No wonder his words were a little
open the door?”
long, heavy sigh I wished so badly I could feel against my face.
shouldn’t I, Bianca?”
name again.” It came out bratty.
guess that was weird. Sorry.” I cringed at my behavior.
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.
made for his lips, leaving my cheeks rosy and red.
my tongue and glared at the doorknob.
locked inside?” Antonio asked, again.
give him the same answer as before until I thought about the question.
forgetting he couldn’t see me. “I try to leave my room. A lot.”
shouldn’t be caged, but I have to be.”
“Where do you escape?”
It’s the blue door, in front of the stairs.”
open the door, you would try to run?”
single nervous giggle, “I won’t get far.”
a soulful laugh I immediately recorded in my head for one of my bad days when I
needed a pick me up.
try to escape,” he said while laughing.
unlock the door?” I asked again, impatiently.
comes from anything that’s locked,” he hesitated, contemplating his decision to
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.
lie behind locked doors and cages, Bianca,” his tone, dark.
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.
behind a cage. Does that make them dangerous?”
possible to hear a smirk, I heard it.
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.”
hard. I was too much of everything that proved I’d grown up in a cage.
dangerous, Antonio. I promise you.”
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
steaks, and trying to relax by doing yoga and drinking green tea.