Warning: Graphic sex and violence. Age 18+ only
It is recommended to read after Deliver, but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Her life is like a prison cell.
A self-made, to-hell-with-the-free-world existence that locks from the inside.
Stop judging. Her agoraphobia doesn’t define her. It simply keeps her safe.
He belongs in a prison cell.
The 6x8, make-me-your-bitch variety that locks from the outside.
But he’s free. To hunt. To take. To break.
And he just found a sexy new toy.
Capturing her is the easy part. Her fucked-up mind, however, makes him question everything he does next.
But he’s a determined bastard. If all goes his way, this will hurt like hell.
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Oh Pam! You've done it again. I have been eagerly, anxiously, impatiently awaiting the release of Vanquish. Beneath the Burn is one of my top 10 favorite books of all time. It was BtB that hooked me on this genre. You know, the deep, dark, twisted, you-shouldn't-be-enjoying-reading-this-stuff genre that Pam is a master (mistress?) of!
Before I go any further.... if you have NOT read Deliver, then do NOT read this review. I will pretty much spoil a huge part of Liv's story for you.
Ok, now that we have that out of the way. Vanquish is Van's story. You know.... Crazy ass Van. Captor of Liv. Yeah. He has a story too. And he is still just as effed up as he was in Deliver.
Van is stalking Liv. He sits outside of her home every night watching her and Josh. His reasoning? He wants to be a part of his daughter's life. Call me crazy, but watching the woman you raped and enslaved every night may not be the best way to reach that goal.
And then we have Amber. Poor, poor Amber. She is a prisoner in her own home. But not because of another person. No, she is a prisoner because of her own mind. Afraid to leave her home, or to even open the windows, Amber spends her days following a rigid self-imposed schedule which includes leather working. To pay her bills, she creates things from leather and ships them out. Usually she has a delivery guy bring her supplies in to her twice a week. But when her usual guy gets sick, she makes the decision to try and get the supplies herself. From outside.
And that, my friends, is where fate steps in.
It seems that Van's favorite bench to watch Liv just so happens to be on Amber's front porch. The story that ensues is twisted to say the very least. It is fraught with angst, tension, and a few moments of pure terror.
I am giving Vanquish by Pam Godwin four glasses of white zin. I really loved this story, however, I have to admit that it did not quite live up to my expectations. It was not nearly as dark as Beneath the Burn. And honestly, I have to say I have a hard time believing that Van was capable of the change that we saw. It is only because of those reasons that I am not rating this amazing story higher. Pam's writing is fabulous, as always. Amber's character is unlike any I have ever read and I absolutely loved her. The paralyzing fear she experienced anytime a window was even opened was heartbreaking. But I just could not love Van. I suppose it's because of who he was in Deliver. I guess I hold grudges.
Pam, I absolutely love you and your writing. PLEASE keep cranking out the books. You are an absolute genius. Cheers!
He stalked toward her, mirroring the tilt of her head, knees and shoulders loose, and his gaze holding her prisoner. A breath away, he paused, soaking in the subtleties of her tipped-up chin, parting lips, and glossy but resolute eyes.
With the next breath, he launched, hands on her jaw, fingers spread around the back of her head.
His elbows dropped, shoulders raised, and he yanked her to him, lifting her on tiptoes, guiding her mouth, taking it. His grip twisted through her hair as he drew in her upper lip and shoved her against the fridge, following her with the weight of his body.
The kiss went fucking wild, their lips mashing in a frantic battle. His tongue plunged her mouth, attacking, thrusting in and out, possessing her movements, owning her. Breath for breath, lick after lick, he ate at her mouth, tasting, devouring.
He dropped his hands to her breasts, squeezing ruthlessly as he rolled his cock against her cunt.
His tongue tingled, his skin burned, and his head swam. God, she was a drug, and he was so fucking high.
She gripped his biceps, bit at his lips, and threw her arms over his shoulders, her fingers scratching the fuck out his back. He shuddered, loving it, but he was in control.
Reaching back, he grabbed her wrists and slammed them above her head. Their bodies ground together, his forearms pressing hers to the fridge, their tongues dancing and clashing. Chest-to-chest, hips fused together, he flexed his ass, dry humping her like a horny teenager.
Jesus, fuck, he didn't care. He wanted her.
He leaned back to study her face and found strong smoldering eyes, sharp breaths, and swollen wet lips. Whatever she saw in his expression made her mouth chase his and her fingers curl around his hands. They kissed endlessly, fueling the fire and pushing his control long past the point of discomfort before pulling back and starting all over again.
When he broke the kiss with a hand on her jaw, they panted as one, mouths open and so close their bottom lips brushed. She peered at him through lowered lashes, and he stared back in awe. What trembled between them wasn't an if? Or even a how hard? Those were foregone. The question they shared was simple.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.
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