Deep
Skye Warren
(Chicago Underground, #7)
Publication date: February 23rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance
Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.
Philip Mason has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.
We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.
Then he turns up outside my dorm room—wounded and barely conscious. He’s the head of a crime syndicate, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.
I can help him, but I can’t fall for him.
Not again.
"This is where you come from. This is who you are."
The sins of the father steal her innocence and change her in dark and scarring ways. At fifteen the protective bubble of perceived safety and belonging is violently ripped away when she is taken as payment in lieu of her father's gambling debts. Corruption, money and sex are masking by the thin veil of civility on the streets of Chicago and her saviour may ultimately be her downfall.
Philip saved her from her fate but also sealed her future at the same time. Bone deep he knew, he ached to claim her yet he waited in the shadows until she was old enough. Watching and waiting for his broken bird to learn how to fly again just so that he can be the one to clip her wings Philip is a dangerous man, a powerful man...a man that has solutions to all your problems for a price. When her only family is threatened and taken can she use the only commodity she has to pay for his help, herself? Bound to another through the events of the past can they resist the pull they feel? Can Philip work out who knows how he feels about her, who would use her against him?
Deep is an epic read, that sent shivers down my spine. The language, tone and atmosphere used throughout creates a wonderfully edgy, dark and dangerous world. Raw, passionate and achingly desperate I loved the eb and flow of emotions between Ella and Philip. Beautifully written I actually read this as a standalone and thoroughly enjoyed their story and didn't feel I had missed anything by picking this one up first although I will certainly be one clicking the previous titles.
A five star love is a fragile thing read.
~*~ Obsessed by Books copy given in exchange for an honest review ~*~
The sins of the father steal her innocence and change her in dark and scarring ways. At fifteen the protective bubble of perceived safety and belonging is violently ripped away when she is taken as payment in lieu of her father's gambling debts. Corruption, money and sex are masking by the thin veil of civility on the streets of Chicago and her saviour may ultimately be her downfall.
Philip saved her from her fate but also sealed her future at the same time. Bone deep he knew, he ached to claim her yet he waited in the shadows until she was old enough. Watching and waiting for his broken bird to learn how to fly again just so that he can be the one to clip her wings Philip is a dangerous man, a powerful man...a man that has solutions to all your problems for a price. When her only family is threatened and taken can she use the only commodity she has to pay for his help, herself? Bound to another through the events of the past can they resist the pull they feel? Can Philip work out who knows how he feels about her, who would use her against him?
Deep is an epic read, that sent shivers down my spine. The language, tone and atmosphere used throughout creates a wonderfully edgy, dark and dangerous world. Raw, passionate and achingly desperate I loved the eb and flow of emotions between Ella and Philip. Beautifully written I actually read this as a standalone and thoroughly enjoyed their story and didn't feel I had missed anything by picking this one up first although I will certainly be one clicking the previous titles.
A five star love is a fragile thing read.
~*~ Obsessed by Books copy given in exchange for an honest review ~*~
EXCERPT:
It was dark outside, grown late, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Somewhere out there, Philip was probably dining with crystal and expensive wine. Meanwhile I’d probably order a pizza with one of those coupons by the door.
A low sound raised the hair on my neck.Oh God, I’m not alone.
My gaze swept over the small dorm room. From here I could see the tiny bedroom area and the kitchenette. I could see almost the entire space. Empty.
Maybe it was just one of my neighbors getting busy and—
The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.
I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.
Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.
My gaze snapped to my phone.
I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.
And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.
No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.
I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.
Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.
I opened the door a crack. Nothing.
Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.
A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.
He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.
Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.
Author Bio:
Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely tender.
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