“Don‘t you get it? I’m the wolf. That day you showed up on my front porch in your red coat, if you’d known the thoughts I’d had, the things I’d wanted to do to you-you would never have come back here.” ~ Garrett
“Something is wrong here. I can’t trust anyone. Don’t come looking for me. I love you and Elise.” ~ Mr. Vale
Celia Aaron’s Blackwood just altered my world!
This incredible novel is the story of Elise Vale, a beautiful young woman who comes to the Blackwood estate to investigate her father’s disappearance. There she encounters Garrett Blackwood, the sexy as hell, gruff and straight up rude resident who is determined to thwart every effort that she makes to ferret out the truth.
She plays Inspector Gadget, snooping around the Blackwood estate over and over gain until Mother Nature teaches her a horrible lesson and deals her a horrific injury. Garrett may be her #1 suspect, but he also comes to her rescue, leaving her at his mercy.
My, my, my….What a mess. *snickers*
This book is scrumptious, haunting and delicious! You will have no choice but to eat it up because this author is brilliant! Ms. Aaron submerges the reader into an ocean of mystery and shocking passion that will leave your heart pounding and make you crave more and more and MORE!!!!!!
Know this: Blackwood is daring.
Surprising and downright shocking at some points!!!
Celia Aaron showed OUT with this novel!!!!! I mean that in a VERY good way!
Blackwood‘s greatest attraction is its mysterious allure. The reader is left wondering what the hell is going on at the same time that they are dying to figure out if the hero is someone that they should love or a villain that they should fear at the same time that they love to hate.
“I heard screaming…” ~Elise
There is confusion but you can’t help but fall deep and fall HARD as the heroine fantasizes about Garrett. Elise needs him, craves him and is conflicted about her desires towards him.
“I wanted him, his wildness and his veiled passion. If only for this single moment, maybe I could feel something other than loneliness and the burning need to know the truth.” ~ Elise
Make not mistake about it: Blackwood is a show-stopper for any romance lover, especially fans who are already helplessly addicted to Celia Aaron’s work and crave an additional element of suspense!!!
You think that you know from the blurb…but honestly you have no idea where this novel goes!!!!!!!!!!
I keep thinking about one scene in particular…..it was so scorching that I am cussing to myself just reminiscing about it!
Seriously…so F’ing HAWT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What happened to Elise’s father? Was Garrett involved in his disappearance? Who are friends and who are enemies?
Does the shroud that covers the Blackwood Estate conceal more than secrets and lies?
Allow me to be frank: Can this novel get any hotter?!!!
That is this this Celia Aaron’s Fan final word.
I dig. It’s what I do. I’ll literally use a shovel to answer a question. Some answers, though, have been buried too deep for too long. But I’ll find those, too. And I know where to dig—the Blackwood Estate on the edge of the Mississippi Delta. Garrett Blackwood is the only thing standing between me and the truth. A broken man—one with desires that dance in the darkest part of my soul—he’s either my savior or my enemy. I’ll dig until I find all his secrets. Then I’ll run so he never finds mine. The only problem? He likes it when I run.
Author’s Note: This is a mystery/suspense romance with violence and explicit sex. Trigger warning.
“You can’t keep me here,” I said with far more bravado than I felt. “I refuse to be held prisoner by a psycho in need of a shower and shave.”
He laughed, this time the sound rich and sultry. It reverberated inside my chest. Something about it reminded me of the forest, the way the sunrise warmed it but couldn’t quite reach its dark heart.
“You don’t like my beard?” He sat next to me, much closer this time.
My pulse ratcheted up, and I took in a quick breath.
“Well?” He grinned and took my wrist.
I tried to pull it away, but his grip was like an iron shackle. He eased the back of my hand down his cheek. “Not so bad, is it?”
It wasn’t. Not exactly soft, it felt thick and masculine. Rich. “What are you doing?” I leaned back until I pressed up against the headboard.
He moved closer, his woodsy scent a mix of smoke and soap. Maybe he didn’t need a shower after all. I didn’t turn away, not even when his lips were only inches from mine.
“I just wanted to see.” His eyes flickered to my lips.
“You’re about to see what a vicious head butt looks like.” My rapid pulse infected my voice, making it quaver.
“Yeah?” He squeezed my wrist harder. “I don’t believe you.”
“Fuck you.” I stared into his eyes, searching the stormy irises for some way to solve the enigma of Garrett Blackwood.
He smirked again, just the slightest quirk of his lips, then leaned back and released my wrist. The air cooled between us, and goose bumps rose along my bare arms.
Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.