★ Review ☆ Deliverance for Amelia by Bonny Capps

 

Title: Deliverance for Amelia
Author: Bonny Capps
Genre: Dark Erotica
Release Date: 5 June 2015

 
After reading the blurb I dove head first into this book I manage to read in one sitting it’s that good.
He’s a bad man a psychopath.  He’s  sadistic and evil  but I was still was rooting for him.
Would he love Amelia would she be able to change him?
Panties soaking good he’s a bad guy but he makes you want to want him.
Passion for pain and  blood, He follows his  primal instincts when he kill and when he fucks.
 

“I like owning I like claiming I like killing”

 

Amelia is plunged into hell no freedom, raped, violated and controlled.
Towards the end of the book I was no longer on Team Gabe.
There is no saving him. He likes who he is and isn’t changing for anyone.
He’s pure evil, nothing redeemable about him at all.
Even with the sensitive subjects this is such a good read I couldn’t put it down.
 
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Evie
WARNING: THIS IS A DARK NOVEL. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. THERE ARE SCENES WITH EXTREME HORROR AND BRUTAL TREATMENT AS WELL AS AB– USE. THIS BOOK IS INTENDED FOR THOSE 18 YEARS OR OLDER DUE TO ITS GRAPHIC NATURE. THERE ARE SCENES WHICH INCLUDE CONSENSUAL AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX. IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS, IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ THIS NOVEL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
What would you do if the devil held you captive? Would you fight, or play along with his wicked games?
Amelia:
My entire life I’ve lived in my father’s shadow. As the Mayor’s daughter, I’m expected to maintain a pristine reputation. Everything must be perfect. My days of tutors and piano lessons may be behind me, but the need to be my father’s perfect daughter still rings true.
However, I’m in college now – so why not have a little fun? It started out that way, anyway. When I decided to go to a party with my new friend Meg, I thought my college days were just beginning. My boring little life was finally getting the shakeup that it desperately needed. Little did I know, I would become the captive of the devil himself.
He says that I’m his. He calls himself my master.
Gabe:
Well, well – Mr. Mayor couldn’t pay up. I can’t say that I’m surprised. The greedy bastard is more concerned about pocketing all that money masked as charity rather than paying his debts.
I’m not a debt that you want to forget. I did, after all, kill that poor journalist that was putting his nose where it didn’t belong. Not saying that I minded – no, not one bit. It’s a high. Watching them writhe in pain, their bodies seizing up as every last drop of hope is drained from their wide eyes. I live for it – the thrill of killing. Not to mention it keeps my wallet nice and plump. My clients know when they say they’ll pay – they better pay. Otherwise, I take what I want from them. In most cases, the result is their own blood on my hands. Not this time though.
This time I wanted her, and I always get what I want.
This is a full-length standalone novel.
If he wants me to give him the okay to touch me… pleasure me… I can’t. I can’t, but dammit, my mind is screaming.
I feel the warmth spread through me as my body recognizes the impending orgasm.
What would I be if I told him yes? Weak? Disgusting? I hate this ping-pong match occurring with my conscience.
“You want this, Amelia. Don’t deny it.” He says casually as he stops all movement.
Tears begin to leak from my eyes once more, because I know that I’m going to give in eventually, because my damned body loves nothing more than to betray me.
So, I do. I can’t continue to let him torment me in this way. He wants me to submit? I will, selfishly . I will pretend that he’s my lover. Not my captor.
“Yes.” I rasp.
“What was that?” He asks.
“Yes, Master.” I whisper
 
I’ve been labelled many things: eccentric, a hippie, a lover, a fighter… But most importantly a mother first, a wife second and a writer third.
I was originally born and raised in Texas. I currently do not have a set home. For me, home is where you lie your head – the next location unknown. Seven months ago, my two boys and I decided to hop on the semi with the hubby and travel the United States. The experience has been liberating. 
Writing is my heart and soul. I started writing poetry when I was a kid. It was a great outlet for me. I went through a lot in my younger years, and when I decided to give writing a shot, it came naturally. In fact, when I was upset I would write letters to others because the words could never escape my tongue. I found that the thoughts swirling in my mind would spill onto paper, and honestly – writing saved my life.
I didn’t think writing a novel was a possibility. I tried for years and could never get past the 2nd paragraph. So, in turn, I stopped writing all together – for years.
I fell into a hopeless call center job and my soul felt drained. One day, on my way to said job an idea spilled into the forefront of my mind. Her name was Mandy, and she was screaming for attention. I couldn’t ignore her, so I parked my car and starting writing her story. Six months later, “The Boy in the Mirror” was born. Characters started clawing their way from the depths of my mind after that, and I thought – wow, this is it. This is where I belong. This is my calling.
I love adding a magical element to my stories. Where things may seem hopeless, there’s so much more than what meets the eye. Magic comes in so many different forms, but most importantly, you can find magic in the goodness of humanity. My stories focus on different issues that we all may face in our lives. I love writing about characters who are crippled, but they find a way to overcome their dilemmas.
I write young adult, new adult, erotica, horror, dark… I write what comes to me. The stories that scream to be written – they find a way on paper. It is my honor to bring these characters to you and their stories. 
 
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