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265 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 26, 2016






“There’s my dirty little doll. So wild and scared, but still so fucking pretty.”
“This is what I do. I’m like a poison, polluting the people I care about.”
"I'm not a pervert," he chants as he rapes me. I'm dying beneath him. Darkness fogs my eyes and my head spins. "Only you, little doll. I don't need another."







I want revenge
If you don't come for me



This is what I do. I’m like a poison, polluting the people I care about.

“You’re my little doll,” he groans against my hair as he thrusts brutally into me.
"Such a dirty, dirty doll. Why did you run away from me— from us? I kept her just for you and that was how you showed me your appreciation?”







"This will all be over soon."


"He loves to hurt me."

"He drives into me powerfully-reminding me once again he's a man and I'm just his doll."Jade has been broken. Her innocence stolen and beaten out of her with every last breath. When it seems that she may have escaped her torment, her past comes flooding back like a tsunami. Is she strong enough to pick up all the broken pieces?

"I may not be in that cell anymore, but Benny is every bit still my master."Told in mostly Jade's POV, Pretty Stolen Dolls is a dark thriller full of action, intrigue, and explosive passion. Although Jade is the center of the plot, all of the characters are integral to the transformation and growth of the story. Lines are blurred as right, wrong, and completely twisted blend in an orchestra of chaos and pain. This is perhaps the vaguest I have ever been when it comes to writing a review, but the truth is I just don't want to ruin this story for anyone. Benny is someone you must get to know all on your own. The pain is real. The healing is raw and beautiful. The heartbreak is one that I will never forget.











We lived on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood in a quiet town, but that didn’t mean the monsters of the world weren’t always lurking.
They’re everywhere, he said, not just in the shadows.
...not all monsters hunt in the dark.
Dillon finds a way to show me with his body that I’m not alone. That I’ll never have to be alone again.
“My beautiful, broken girl,” he murmurs against my mouth as he slides in and out of me in a torturous manner. “All of your pieces are mine to hold. Each shard is mine to willingly slice myself on. You’re worth the pain. In fact, I want to embrace that pain if it means, even for one second, I can take some of that pain from you.”



“Erasing that will never be possible unless it’s with the scent of his own blood as he gurgles his last breath.”
“I may not be in that cell anymore, but Benny is every bit still my master.”
“The connection between us as he grinds into me is electric. It burns and sizzles in the atmosphere around us, cocooning us in this sexually charged bubble no one can touch. We’re safe in here and the world isn’t a horrible place because in this moment, nothing and no one but the two of us exist.”




