Sunday Spotlight: Wraith by Renee Rocco

Item: Wraith
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Posted January 31, 2021 by Casee in Features, Giveaways | 2 Comments

Sunday Spotlight is a feature we began in 2016. This year we’re spotlighting our favorite books, old and new. We’ll be raving about the books we love and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

Wraith by Renee Rocco
Series: Masters of Mayhem #1
Also in this series: Wraith
Publisher: Self-Published
Publication Date: Novemer 22, 2020
Point-of-View: Alternating First
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Series Rating: four-stars

It's a new world order—where the villains have become the heroes.

ERIC ‘WRAITH’ SHAWOnce upon a time… Yeah, no. Let’s stop right here. My life isn’t a fairytale. I'm not Prince Charming. And I haven't forgotten the day Jamie Ellis left town in handcuffs. But that feels like lifetimes ago. My high school crush is all grown up and she’s married to the man holding me prisoner. Drugged and tortured, I've become a monster who’ll stop at nothing to rip David Crane’s world apart.

JAMIE ELLISWhen I left Mayhem at sixteen, my heart stayed behind with the beautiful delinquent I’ve loved since kindergarten. But I'm a product of a life gone wrong, and I married David hoping for a better future. Now that I know the depth of my husband's depravity, I’ll risk everything to ruin his carefully crafted empire, because if Wraith and I want our happily ever after, we’re going to have to fight for it...

Wraith is a complete standalone in the Masters of Mayhem series.

Excerpt

The day I turned eighteen, the Unholy baptized me in blood, and I was reborn as Wraith. Hearing the name Eric on Jamie Ellis’s lips is both a benediction and a blasphemy. Spoken in a place that’s an endless nightmare, where I’ve become more monster than man.

She’s a fantasy come to life, pulled from a corner of my mind reserved only for her.

It’d be too easy to find out if her mouth still tastes of apples.

Do it, the devil taunts.

Unfortunately for us, we’re in hell, and there’s no angel to counter the evil perched on my shoulder. Its incessant voice is a buzz in my brain, reminding me how Jamie left me hanging for eight goddamn years like I was nothing. Not even an afterthought. There’s no one to stop me from lifting her skirt, ripping off her panties, and sliding into her. Nothing to prevent me from stealing one moment of pleasure in this world of pain and misery.

Nothing but my conscience.

“You’re crushing me.”

Jamie’s breathy whisper sounds too intimate with her under me. My body throbs in empty anticipation of what I can’t have. Of what’s never been mine to take.

“No, I’m not.”

But I climb off her anyway. I may be a monster, but I’m not a rapist.

Disheveled, Jamie sits up and adjusts her skirt. Tendrils of hair came loose from its knot, and yet, that thing is still wound so tight it’s giving me a headache. She sweeps away those stray hairs and sits there, a portrait of tousled dignity.

She owes me a shitload of answers.

I start with the most crucial question. “What the hell are you doing here?”

In this twisted kingdom. In this cell. With me. Out of nowhere, like a fantasy pulled from a fever dream.

To Jamie’s credit, she cringes. “It’s complicated.”

I gesture around the cell. “Seriously?”

She crisscrosses her legs, the position childlike, her spine achingly rigid. “It goes back to what happened after the acquittal.”

“Since I’m not letting you rape me, we got nothing but time, sweetheart, so you better start talking.”