I'm dead.
Seriously,
dig my grave now, because Celia just killed me with Blackwood. If you've read the book and are reading this now, you know what I mean—you're dead too.
I mean, how could we have survived after it all?
Years ago, archaeology student Elise Vale's father went missing—and she never stopped believing, deep down in her bones, that
he never left the Blackwood Estate alive.
Determined to find out the mystery surrounding her father's disappearance all those years ago,
Elise starts digging into the truth. Except that the Estate's surviving owner and
mysterious recluse, Garrett Blackwood, doesn't want her shovels anywhere near his property.
But Elise isn't leaving Blackwood—or it's
dark, dangerous woods—until she uncovers the truth. If she has to wander like Little
Red Riding Hood, in search of her father's past, she will...no matter the
tall, bearded temptation who warns her away.
He stayed silent for a while, then turned back to me. “Because I’m a bad man who does bad things.” His gaze flickered down my body again, lingering on my breasts and then lower. When he licked his lips, heat burst in my cheeks and a tingle rippled across my thighs.
“You don’t seem so bad to me.”
His eyes darkened, as if he didn’t appreciate what I’d said. “You don’t know me.”
“I think I know enough.”
He smiled, but it was cold. “Do you?”
Unwilling to take no for an answer, Elise digs deeper and deeper into the truth of what happened. Too bad for her that
the woods aren't the only dangerous thing in Blackwood. There's a
wolf out there, waiting,
hungry for the chase...and
Elise might just end up digging their graves.
I won't say any more then that, because you need to read it to experience it. Because while
Blackwood stared slow,
like handfuls of dirt trickling over me, soon, as if I were being buried alive, Elise and Garrett's story consumed me.
And the way Celia wrote it all ... *sighs in admiration*. There was an
ominous feel from page one, and the
eerie, daunting chill haunted me throughout the book.
The cold woods gave off an innocuous air in the morning light, the oranges and golds trying to lull me into a false sense of security. But I remembered the screams. Something was wrong in those trees, and it wasn’t just my father’s death. Whatever claimed his life seemed to be intent on collecting others as well.
Though, in contrast to that,
Elise and Garrett's connection lighted some of the chapters. Reading it all was like the perfect balance between in
knowledge and ignorance, in
love and hate, in
pain and pleasure.
Elise was a bit reckless in her search of the truth—definitely the kind of heroine to
run toward danger, not
away from it. But because of the story-line and her
inner desires, that trait strengthened her character for me. And made her and Garrett, together,
a thrilling couple.
He growled. “You’re playing with fire, Red.”
“Burn me, then.” I sighed,
Ah, Garrett!
*clutches chest*
Celia, you wound me! How could you create such a
painfully intense Hero?! His two sides—the
broody, wild man and the
sweet, caring lover—were like a knife to the chest because I JUST COULDN'T TAKE ALL THE FEELS. See? You have me screaming in my review. I'm probably scaring all the readers away.
Garrett is the kind of man your daddy
warned you about, the kind of man your mommy told you to
be scared of—the kind of man that most woman
shy away from. But not me (well, fictionally at least).
He laughed, this time the sound rich and sultry. It reverberated inside my chest. Something about it reminded me of the forest, the way the sunrise warmed it but couldn’t quite reach its dark heart.
I was
enthralled by Garrett,
intrigued with both his Anti-Hero and Hero behavior. He was definitely unlike all of my other book boyfriends—and
really, very memorable because of it.
He had an unwavering air of mystery surrounding him, an edge that threatened to cut you if you got too close. And cut you he would—but only if you asked nicely. Or begged him to stop.
*wink*
In
Blackwood, Celia murdered me with
the mystery, with
the suspense, with
the sweet-devil that is Garrett Blackwood and his
cruel, tender hands. She had me to
biting my lip for all the right reasons—on a
gasp, in
suspense, in
shock, in
lust, in
horror, in
excitement, and even in
dark, deviant desire...
I would most definitely recommend Blackwood to those who'd like to
take a walk in the darkness, where
romance and danger lurk behind every tree, where
all the twists and turns will have you feeling lost. But please be warned: You many not come out of this book alive—there are too many feels waiting for you...
Hero: 5-Stars
Heroine: 5-Stars
Romance: 5-Stars
Sex: 5-Stars
Plot: 5-Stars
Dialogue: 5-Stars
Writing: 5-Stars
PS: I was given a complementary copy of this book. But I do solemnly swear that I am up to...good. *wink* This is a fair, honest review and/or rating(s) of this book, pinky promise.
