4 Stars
Did you know, roughly
twenty-seven percent of child abductions are carried-out by an acquaintance or
family friend? Who better to lure you away than someone you know and trust.
With every day that passes, the likelihood of being found grows smaller. I never
imagined I’d be one of them—my face tacked to a bulletin board at the local
grocery store, a statewide search issued on my behalf. Even harder to fathom,
was that I’d ever be a part of the lucky few who make it home after enduring
years of captivity.
And when I finally
do, nothing is the same.
I’m left to pick up
the pieces of my shattered life without the one person I need the most.
Instead, I have five men who’ve taken me under their wings, helping me heal as
best they can. Every day I find a little more of myself, but the past has me in
its clutches, refusing to let go. No matter how hard I work to move forward,
he’s always there. Lurking in the shadows, eager to pull me back.
But as the saying
goes—what’s done in the dark, will come to light.
Everything I thought
I knew? It was wrong. There’s more at play than we realize, and while I grapple
for a shred of normalcy, someone’s plotting and planning. Again. We’re racing
to find answers, pitted against a countdown we’re completely unaware of. As the
days tick by, the peace I’ve found with the guys hangs in the balance,
threatened by an enemy I can’t seem to shake. I fought hard for my freedom, and
I have no intention of standing idly by while it slips through my fingers once
again.
I, Saylor Radley,
have too much to lose to toss in the towel now.
I will not go
quietly, and God help the poor bastard who thought it wise to go against my
men. They saved me once, but maybe this time I’ll save myself.
Holy crap this was a
hard read because of the content. I loved Saylor as she was a survivor. I loved
the men who she chose. They forced her to do therapy and hesitated to start
anything. She made all the moves which were awesome. I did question the bad
guy. How did he find them because they didn't go anywhere or talk about her. It
was a string that wasn't tied. Will read again.
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