Title: Heart Thief
Series: Sinister Fairy
Tales Collection
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: Dark Fairy
Tale Retelling
Publish Date: June 8, 2020
Review Source: Enticing Journey Book Promotions
Monsters come in
many forms.
Some want shiny
new toys to play with—others want blood.
Mona Walters
dreams of adventure, of a world beyond the shoreline she’s confined to. She
yearns for vibrancy in her dull, mundane existence, but succumbs to the
bleakness.
Until the
necklace her sister wore the night she was brutally murdered shows up on her
door wrapped in a neat bow, fueling her to run away and seek out the person
responsible for stealing her sister’s life.
Mona wished for
more—for color in her gray world.
What she didn’t
realize was just how much more she would get.
And that the
world outside her own was soaked in red—blood red.
The world she
dreamed of is made of nightmares.
A rich,
influential world of two brothers—and once they have her in their sights, they
plan to keep her there.
Her father kept
her secluded for a reason.
Be careful what
you wish for.
There's a thief
out there, and he's coming for Mona's heart.
Heart Thief was
an awesome thrill of the hunt, type read. The suspense and the drama made me
feel like I was watching a sexy murder mystery show. All the darkness of a
murder packed into one story that comes back around, 360°.
Heart Thief is filled to the brim with characters. Each character will play an incredibly significant role in the story and I absolutely love it! Books can sometimes be one-dimensional, and that is definitely not the case here. I have to say that Colt is my favorite. There's just something sexy and intense about a bad boy. The way they all come to reality about their feelings is even hotter. A hot and sexy murder mystery? Yes, please!
Ker Dukey always
gives us a haunt. However, it’s a haunt that we crave and continue to come back
for, time and time again. We always know we’re going to get what we want in her
writing. Hats off to you, Ms. Dukey, once again!
Cold burrows
into my marrow. My self-preservation to seek out warmth has my feet inching
toward a roaring fire in a grand room lavished with furniture and rugs. This
place is huge, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. We live a minimal life with
only the true essentials. Everything else is considered an indulgence, and
that’s sinful. Apparently.
A graze
scorching with pain to my knee makes me wince, the torn material of my dress
rubbing against the broken skin. “Hello?” I call out, inching closer and closer
to the roaring orange glow of the fire. Shadows dance down the walls as
footfalls sound just outside the room I was deposited inside by the man who
said he was security.
“Look what the
tide washed in,” a deep rumble booms across the room.
My hand wraps
around my waist to ease the nerves.
“This is private
property. Do you want to tell me what it is you’re doing docking here?” The
voice steps into the light, stealing my breath.
He looks like a
man from the stories Clara used to tell me at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark
probing eyes seek me out, making a quiver of excitement and fear ripple through
my body. Powerful arms fold across a broad chest covered in clothes I’m not
used to: formal wear, a suit.
He has a
confidence about him that commands the space he’s dominating with his size.
He’s taller than me by a comfortable foot and a half. As he edges closer, the
urge to run away sends a rush of energy to my legs. “Do you speak?” He narrows
his dark orbs on me, bringing a hand up to loosen a tie around his neck.
Moving toward a
table set out with bottles full of liquids, he asks, “Drink?”
The dryness of
my throat aches. A longing to quench a thirst I hadn’t realized I had has me
nodding and pushing a meek, “Yes, please,” past my lips.
The quirk of his
lips doesn’t go unnoticed as he pours amber liquid into two glasses and hands
me one. His fingers brush mine as I accept the offering, sending a spark over
my skin. My eyes fixate on the contents of the glass. There are two mouthfuls
at most. Maybe he can’t spare more. I smile a thank you and lift the glass,
taking a sip.
A harsh burn
explodes over my tongue, making me gag. “Oh God, what is that?” I choke out,
holding the glass out to give it back to him. A harsh laugh barks from his
lips, making my stomach dip.
“You’re one of
them, aren’t you?” He steps toward me, closing in around me like a predator
would prey. I shuffle back, bumping my hip against a couch.
“One of who?” I
frown.
“Cult Island.”
He scoffs, snatching the glass from me and throwing the contents into the fire.
It hisses and snaps, flames jumping out in retaliation. “I should have guessed
by what you’re wearing.” He smirks, his eyes lazily roaming down my body,
making a blush bloom on my cheeks.
Ker Dukey is an
International bestselling author based in the United Kingdom.
Genres include:
Dark Romance,
Psychological Thriller, New Adult Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Erotic
Romance. Ker, is an international bestselling author, with over thirty titles
published. Her titles have held multiple #1 bestseller banners and have had
rights sold to numerous countries.
In addition to
being an author, Ker is an annoying wife and a mother of three children + one
dog (who thinks he's human.) She has a passion for reading and binge-watching
crime documentaries.
Find her on
social media, where she loves interacting with her readers.
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