 Ignazio Vitale is not a good man. I suspect it, the first time I see him, sense the air of danger that surrounds the man. He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I'm thinking before I even do. It's alarming and alluring. It's dark and deadly. It's everything I've ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession. It doesn't take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it's too late. He has secrets, secrets I can't fathom, secrets that make it so I can't walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that's both terrifying and thrilling. He's a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything. I want to hate him. Sometimes, I do. But it doesn't stop me from loving him, too. Add To Goodreads  Karissa Reed is just your normal every day university student. She struggles with Philosophy class, eats Ramen noodles and goes out to celebrate the end of the semester with her friends. So when she finds herself in trouble one night, she can’t believe that she is saved by such a darkly handsome stranger. His full name is Ignazio Vitale, although once, not so long ago, he urged me to call him Naz. And it was Naz who charmed me, who won me over and made me melt. It wasn't until later that I got to know the true Ignazio, and by the time I met Vitale, it was far too late to just walk away. If I ever even could've… Ignazio “Naz” Vitale is a man that literally screams danger with just his very presence – but somehow Karissa seems to soothe his savage beast. The more time that they spend together, the more she is drawn into his sensual web – seduced by his passion, his money and his unbridled aggression. But when young Karissa puts together all of the pieces of his puzzle - will she be able to walk away alive or will Naz be the death of her very soul? "I want to push you to your limits, Karissa. Push you so hard, so far, that you hate me for it." "I could never hate you." As soon as I say it, his hand is around my neck again, pulling my head up, forcing me to look back at him. "Don't say that unless you mean it." "I mean it," I whisper. "I love you." He stares down at me for a moment before leaning over to kiss my lips, tugging me back so far it's almost painful so he can reach my mouth. "I love you, too. Promise me you'll remember that." "I promise." "Good," he says. "Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't." Monster In His Eyes is a mobster masterpiece! I was terrified to finish reading it because I knew I was walking right into J.M. Darhower’s masterfully crafted minefield and couldn’t stop myself from running right on through. It was raw, volatile and yet perfectly cunning. After all, no one makes you fall in love with danger and embrace it headlong quite like J.M. can… Rating:
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