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Blog Tour for Enthralled (Enslaved Duet #1) by Giana Darling w/ Excerpt & Review

ENTHRALLED (THE ENSLAVED DUET #1)
BY GIANA DARLING
Release Date: March 29, 2019

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Blurb:
It was the biggest day of my life.

I know most people say that about something joyous; a graduation, a wedding ceremony, the birth of their

first child. My situation was a little different.

Sure, it was my eighteenth birthday, but it was also the day that I was sold.

Sold to a man with hair like a crown of gold and eyes blacker than the darkest pits of Hell.

He bought me to own me, to control me, and to use me as a means to an end.

I was his tool and his weapon.

And through it all, somehow, I also became his salvation.

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***5 Stars***

That was intense.

Dark, gritty, debauched, delicious and emotionally draining intense goodness. This pushed me down the rabbit hole and got it’s hooks so deep into me that I didn’t want to even attempt to claw my way out.

Cosima and Alexander, for as much as I ended up liking them and as fascinated by them gave me a huge case of whiplash, Cosima more than Alexander, but still, these two tested me throughout the book. There were many times where I wanted to reach out and do much more than Gibbs smack some sense into them, but even when those times happened (which were many) I couldn’t help but be fascinated by their evolution ~ both as individuals and as Master and Slave. And as for the Master/Slave thing...I can’t deny that it was HAWT. OMG. HAWT. Even in the beginning when things were much more convoluted, it was smexy in that dark, disturbing way, but as things progressed and they both had their various epiphanies, some voluntary, others not so much, it was easy to see how they could have more than the deal that brought them together.

As for the various characters that inhabit this world...I’m in that weird space where I’m not sure if I truly like any of them at the moment, I don’t hate them...well, no that isn’t true, there are a few I’d love to gut with a spoon. But for the most part, this book is filled with villians, all of whom are self serving for one reason or another and I’m simply waiting to see who is a redeemable villian and who is not.

This was definitely a journey, one which is not over by a long shot, especially with the way things ended...I’m still processing how I feel about it all, but I do know that I cannot wait to get my hands on Enamoured and see how things turn out for Cosima and Alexander, because it promises to be another intense one!

Note: This can be read as a true standalone. I haven’t read the Evolution of Sin Trilogy (I have it. I want to read it, but there are not enough hours in the day) and didn’t feel as if I was missing anything.

~ Copy provided by Candi Kane PR & voluntarily reviewed ~

Excerpt:
I was locked in the dark but it was more than an absence of light. It was the blackness of my own solitude, the quantum hole at the center of my soul that was slowly sucking away at everything that made me me.

I tried to write an encyclopedia of Cosima facts to cement my sense of self in the chaos of night that had become my life.

Cosima Ruth Lombardi.

Born August 2nd 1998 in Naploi, Italia to Caprice Maria Lombardi and Seamus Patrick Moore.

My favourite colour was wine red, captured in a glass and held over rich, warm candlelight.

I loved poppies best of all flowers because they reminded me of me in a way that was narcissistic but true. They were bold as blood, stark against the softer colours of the traditional Italian countryside. They demanded notice and received it. But their beauty was short-lived and fragile as the thin silk of their petals. They fell to bits within a week and scattered on the wind.

I felt very much like one of those black centered blooms, falling apart with every breath I took without even one witness to my dematerialization.

He wanted me like this.

Lost like decaying particles in a petri dish.

I didn’t have to hear his British accented voice clipping the words into neat little explanations to understand why.

He wanted me broken.

A beautiful, hollow shell to break open and f*ck into.

About the Author:

Giana Darling is a Top 40 Amazon Best Selling Canadian romance writer who specializes in the taboo and angsty side of love and romance. She currently lives in beautiful British Columbia where she spends time riding on the back of her man's bike, baking pies, and reading snuggled up with her cat Persephone. She loves to hear from readers so please contact her at gianadarling[at]gmail.com if you have any questions or comments.