Genre: Romantic Suspense
Then he turns up outside my dorm room—wounded and barely conscious. He’s the head of a crime syndicate, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.
I can help him, but I can’t fall for him.
ARC provided by Give Me Books Promotions for review
Well now …. I cannot believe I’ve waited this long to jump on this series. I will say this right off the bat. As much as I really got sucked into the intensity of this story, I would have benefited greatly by reading about Ella and Philip in the previous books. I really think future readers need to start at the beginning to get the full intensity effect.
Ella and Philip’s journey is a slow burning journey. It spans out for years. In Deep you do get glimpses back to their beginning, but I still think it is not enough. I’ve gone back to the beginning since I finished this book last week and it has made me appreciate their journey even more. And Skye Warren herself.
I’ve read Skye’s work as Amber Lin, so I thought I knew what I was getting into. I was wrong. This was sooooo different. In a very very good pay. This story had life. You felt every bit of it. It wasn’t just words put together, it was totally alive. This is mostly because of who Ella and Philip are as people. Both seriously fierce characters in their own right.
The story was fast paced but not lacking. It was intense and angsty and gritty. It was heart-warming and gut-wrenching from one page to another. It was life. And it was real!
An unbelievably good book! I can’t wait to devour every book in this series now!
It was dark outside, grown late, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Somewhere out there, Philip was probably dining with crystal and expensive wine. Meanwhile I’d probably order a pizza with one of those coupons by the door.A low sound raised the hair on my neck.Oh God, I’m not alone.
My gaze swept over the small dorm room. From here I could see the tiny bedroom area and the kitchenette. I could see almost the entire space. Empty.
Maybe it was just one of my neighbors getting busy and—
The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.
I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.
Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.
My gaze snapped to my phone.
I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.
And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.
No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.
I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.
Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.
I opened the door a crack. Nothing.
Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.
A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.
He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.
Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.