HOLY MOLY!!! I was expecting something completely different than what K Webster and Ker Dukey delivered with this book! It turned out to exceed every one of my expectations.
Suspense and thrills from start to finish, this story kept me on edge through its entirety. I was so dang hooked!!
Jade and her sweet little sister’s day at the flea market turned out to be the beginning of a nightmare they never saw coming. When you’re taught to be wary of bad guys and monsters that walk the streets, you don’t expect them to be more handsome and charming than the boy next door.
Years later, Jade is on a mission of revenge. She’s worked hard to be in a position to find him and make him pay for the hell he put her threw and everything he took away from her. As she strives to find him, she still battles with the nightmares and memories that still haunt her. Meanwhile, she’s saving face with those around her to appear normal and well balanced. But there is one that sees her pain and he will do everything in his power to give her the safety she needs.
I can’t even begin to describe how hooked I was once I read past the first words. I couldn’t even make notes for my review. That would just take time away from reading. This story was creepy, suspenseful, twisted and COMPLETELY ensnared me. I can’t remember the last time a book captivated me so quickly and so strongly. Pretty Stolen Dolls is DEFINITELY one to remember.
Make sure you get your ebook copy while it’s still only 99c. I hear the price will go up real soon!
Pretty Stolen Dolls
ABOUT THE BOOK
Benny loves his pretty little dolls.
As long as they do exactly as they’re told.
He keeps them perfect by brushing their hair
and gives them pretty dresses to wear.
He likes to toy with them late at night.
One so timid but the other likes to fight.
When his favorite doll runs away…
despite the other doll promising to stay,
his heart becomes broken and he can’t help but cry.
He wants her back home or his pretty little doll must die.
Have you ever had to make a decision that haunts you every single day for the rest of your life…the life you stole back?
I ran for my survival, rocks and twigs cutting into the soles of my feet, my lungs burning and screaming for rest, every muscle tensed and fighting along with me for existence.
I left her.
I ran, ran, ran—from Benny and his lone, pretty little doll—until I couldn’t remember where to find them again.