Oh. How you’ve missed this. Haven’t you? Poor little rabbit.🐰
BOOM!! What an absolutely perfect ending the the Unmasked Duet🥀🎭
I’m actually 100% satisfied with the conclusion…
I hadn’t read any books by Lora Darc, until Beautiful Prey that is. I came across a reel looking for ARC readers by chance. I read the blurb and shot my chances. Now here I am, having finished Haunted Prey and officially obsessed with her writing, obsessed with Eve and Emory, obsessed with her dark gothic vibes and fully obsessed with the Unmasked Duet as a whole. Overall I’m thankful to be in the same orbit as these books.
The conclusion of Beautiful Prey (book 1 in the Unmasked Duet) left me reeling, I had no clue where this story was going…Emory, being shot by Liam floated away in a current of the river. Leaving Eve inconsolable, terrified and a complete mess. Mostly against her will she was admitted into a facility, Severfalls for “care”. Little did she know that care would be similar to the torture Emory and his sister underwent as a child. Leaving her with brutal hallucinations, restlessness and the feeling that something was truly wrong.
Would the two ever be reunited after overcoming all that they have?
Emory, brought out of the river, and surviving the gunshots was reunited with the other individuals, who were tortured as children in the warehouse. The warehouse of torture is also ran by the same people who operate Severfalls….the Severfalls where Eve is currently being “treated”. The amount of twists and turns in this book is insane. The interconnections truly kept me on my toes, finding out how everything was connected and played out in the end blew my mind.
This dark enemies to lovers, suspenseful romance, where the lines between obsession, love, and revenge are blurred. Is dare I say, perfect? Yes. There were many moments where I was at the edge of my chair, wondering how this was going to work out. How in the end Eve & Emery would get to finish their story and survive the trauma they have endured.
As much tension, suspense, and unpredictability Haunted Prey has, it makes up with back to back spice. Without ruining the reunion of Eve and Emory for future readers, I will say it’s hottttt🥵 these two have serious chemistry and do not waste time making up for any lost time.
Emory might just be one of my fav masked men of all time. He’s obsessive, dangerous and a bit unhinged. But you get to see the real Emory in this book. You witness him survive his trauma, discover himself and break the leash that his demons have on him. He’s also super protective of Eve, the ultimate lover, and kind of a dark-ish golden retriever.😂
Overall, don’t let this one sit on your TBR for too long! Read it, it will not disappoint.
Thank you Lora Darc for another ARC opportunity, my review is 100% honest in return for reading Haunted Prey.
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Me convincing you to read Haunted Prey:
Dammit Eve, I love you so fucking much. It aches.
She paled. She studied my face now, as if seeing it for the first time. “You won’t go?”
I pulled her to me, pressing my mouth to her forehead, where I noticed she had a Band-Aid, another cut. Oh, my sweet girl. My baby.
“I swear it, Evee,” I whispered against her hair. “I fucking swear it with my life.”
In the beginning. I hadn’t uttered a word in this place. Not one prayer. Now I prayed every night. I never had a God, but now, I had a goddess. So I prayed to her.
His touch grounded me. As long as I felt him, I wouldn’t slip away. I clung to his hand like an anchor as he gently guided me into the main room.
I saw the sincerity in his eyes. “You’ve changed,” I whispered. “You seem different. You seem more… here.”
“I am,” he said. “And it’s because of you.”
I felt like a doll in his grasp, pulled and bent whatever way he demanded as he Fucked me until I saw stars.
“God I can’t get enough of you.” he was still gripping my hair, tilting my head back, so I was forced to look at him. Then he pulled me back out of the water to stand before him. He let go of my hair to take hold of my face. “I love you Evee. More than anything.” He pressed my forehead to his. “Im yours.”
“You know, you inspired me to be better when you came to St. Agnes. I didn’t just want you with me— I wanted to be you. You were everything. So sure of yourself, so bright, so beautiful. You were so fucking brave. I wanted to be just like you.
Before you came, I thought more than once about ending it all. But you convinced me, every single day, to keep going. That was all you Eve.”
I didn’t need to see, only feel. I loved how she fit around me, feeling so tight and hot as it took her without restraint. It was pure fucking bliss as my hips hit against her ass.