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363 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 20, 2020
“I’m losing my mind…” It was the only explanation. She was going insane. This was all a psychotic break.While Cora tries to adapt, Simon is battling with himself over his feelings toward her. Having any kind of softness towards someone is a foreign feeling to him and not entirely welcome. Despite this, Simon constantly inserts himself into Cora’s space, like a dog marking his territory. He’s obsessed, even if he doesn’t want to be.
“No, Cora. You’re not. That really happened.” Jack reached out and placed his hand on her arm, rubbing it gently. “He shot you. You died. But you just…came back.”
“I never thought I’d be jealous of my own fractured psyche, but here we are. Oh, how the world seeks to debase me at every turn. Ah, well.”I liked that Cora has no problem speaking up for herself. Despite seeing the horrors Simon is capable of, she’s not afraid to stand up to him or dish out some violence of her own, which Simon finds he does not dislike:
“I’m proud of you, cupcake. Standing up to me like that…If they see you unafraid to face me down, no one will mess with you. I’m not upset. Dress me down all you want in public, because someday soon you’ll let me dress you down in private.”This book was still slow-burn as far as the romance went but I liked the journey so much I didn’t even mind, and the banter between Cora and Simon was entertaining.
“When I wanted you in my lap, I wasn’t expecting this was how you’d wind up there.”I can’t wait to see where things go from here!
“Go fuck yourself with a corn dog.”
“Sounds squishy. But I suppose if you’re into that, I’m willing to try anything once.” He snickered as she slapped his chest. His arms tightened around her just a little.
She stood, cracked her neck, then turned to face him. She slapped him. Hard. Right across the face.
“What’re you doing?”
She didn’t answer him. Reaching into the cabinet when she finally found her goal, she pulled out a cast-iron skillet. She spun it in her hand, twirling the handle around as she turned it over to get a feel for it. Good. It was nice and heavy.
Simon smiled. “Finally, you’re grateful! Making me something to thank me? Glorious. Oh! How about an eggy in a basket? I haven’t had one of those in years, and I—”
Cora pulled back with the skillet and, with everything she had in her, she swung for the fences. She cracked Simon clean across the face with it.
When she heard a cabinet door open and shut, she finally looked over to him. Simon was standing a few feet away from her, holding a cast iron skillet out to her by the lip, offering her the handle.
Shutting her eyes, the last of her tears flowed down her cheeks. He pulled her into him, and she didn’t have the strength left to fight. She let him pull her against him in a hug. He cradled the back of her head in his hand and tucked her under his chin. Shushing her, he held her. “It’s all right, Cora…it’s going to be all right.”
I can`t say that this one did much to save the first one, The Contortionist (Harrow Faire, #1).
“He cradled her cheek in his hand, and for a moment she hoped he might lean in and—no, bad Cora! He shot you today. He tried to eat you yesterday. ”
--it's not sexy, just disturbing.