Friday, March 13, 2015

Captivated by You by Sylvia Day


Crossfire #4

I love this series. I think that FSOG overshadowed this one but it is much better. The characters are more real. There is no question that Gideon and Eva love each other. Circumstances and the past keep getting between them.
Gideon's need to protect Eva from everything is the big problem once again. Brett and the video are things that Gideon has a hard time dealing with. It's causing even more problems with his brother and Vidal Records.
 Now that the world knows he loves her his enemies are coming out of the woodwork. They continue to get therapy. Will Gideon ever let the doctor in? His nightmares are happening at least once a week. Eva spills his secret to his stepfather and there is some serious fall out to it. But their biggest problem is that Gideon needs to realize that he can let Eva in and the world will not end.

I cannot wait for the next one.


From the author:
Gideon calls me his angel, but he’s the miracle in my life. My gorgeous, wounded warrior, so determined to slay my demons while refusing to face his own. The vows we’d exchanged should have bound us tighter than blood and flesh. Instead they opened old wounds, exposed pain and insecurities, and lured bitter enemies out of the shadows. I felt him slipping from my grasp, my greatest fears becoming my reality, my love tested in ways I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to bear. At the brightest time in our lives, the darkness of his past encroached and threatened everything we’d worked so hard for. We faced a terrible choice: the familiar safety of the lives we’d had before each other or the fight for a future that suddenly seemed an impossible and hopeless dream...

Excerpt:
This is an excerpted from Chapter 14. Go here to read Chapters One, Two, and Three. 

Gideon hadn’t called. Hadn’t sent me a text after the flirtatious one promising me a steamy night. Hadn’t come to me, even if only to sleep next door. Gideon didn’t like being away from me. 

Except when he was hurting. And ashamed. 

The elevator doors slid open and pounding, screaming heavy metal music poured in. I cringed and covered my ears, the volume of the ceiling-mounted speakers so loud it hurt to hear them. 

Pain. Fury. The raging violence of the music crashed over me. I ached deep in my chest. I knew. I understood. The song was an audible manifestation of what Gideon felt inside himself and couldn’t let out. 

He was too controlled. Contained. His emotions so tightly leashed, along with his memories. 

I dug into my purse for my phone and ended up dropping the whole bag, spilling the contents onto the elevator car floor and across the checkerboard foyer. I left it all where it fell except for my smartphone, which I picked up and swiped through to get to the app that controlled the surround sound. I synced it to softer music, lowered the volume, and hit enter. 

The penthouse fell silent for an endless moment, and then the gentle chords of “Collide” by Howie Day began to play. 

I felt Gideon approaching before I saw him, the air crackling with the violent energy of an impending summer storm. He rounded the corner from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I lost my breath. 

He was shirtless and barefooted, his hair a silky tousled mane that brushed his shoulders. Black sweats clung to the lowest point of his hips, underlining the tight lacing of his abs. He was bruised on his ribs and up by his shoulder, the signs of battle only strengthening the impression of rage and ferocity tightly leashed. 

My choice of music clashed with the emotion seething from him. My beautiful, savagely elegant warrior. The love of my life. So tormented that the sight of him brought hot, stinging tears to my eyes. 

He jerked to a halt when he saw me, his hands clenching and releasing at his sides, his eyes wild and nostrils flaring. My phone slid out of my hand and hit the floor. 

“Gideon.”

Read more here.

Pages: 352
Published: 2014

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