Genre: Erotic/Psychological Thriller
Cover Designer: Cover Me, Darling
Words are funny things. Their meaning, the pictures they paint in the minds of those that hear them: they’re not always the same and to me at least, that makes them meaningless. Take for instance the phrase ‘black widow’. Those words conjure the image of a spider, an eight-legged creature with the red imprint of an hourglass on its abdomen. However, instead of speaking of an arachnid, of the resident of a spindly and dew-laden web, the people who whisper those words are talking about something much different. They’re talking about me. From what I’m told, I’m called the Black Widow because no man I’ve ever loved has survived. Yet, I have no memory of any of it. My new home leads me to the definition of another vague and meaningless word. It’s a place where I’m supposed to seek refuge. A place of retreat and security. It’s a place where I’m supposed to be kept safe because I’m sick. But the definition for this place is wrong and the word becomes meaningless when you’re tucked away and made silent by drugs and pretty white jackets. My name is Alexandra Sutton and this is the story of what happened when I was imprisoned inside an Asylum.
I couldn’t contain my anger. “I didn’t kill anybody! I don’t even know who those men are…” “Do not raise your voice with me, Ms. Sutton. I’ve allowed your quirks in behavior thus far, but I’m growing tired of your insubordination. While under my care you will learn to control your outbursts or else you will be restrained both physically and chemically, if necessary.” “Through drugs, you mean. You’ll dope me up to a point where I can’t fight back.” “If that’s what I must do. Like I’ve said, I don’t prefer that type of restraint, but in certain cases, it can’t be avoided.” Standing from his chair, he rounded the desk to stand in front of me. I craned my neck to look up at him, my muscles tightening painfully with anger and the refusal to believe that I’d done any of the things of which I’d been accused. It wasn’t until he was close enough to touch me that the notes of his cologne wafted beneath my nose – something haunting and exotic, masculine and earthy. I shivered at the smell, looking away from him and grasping my hands together in my lap to the point where my short fingernails dug into my skin. “Look at me, Ms. Sutton.” I did as I was told because there was no point in fighting back. A slow roll of recognition penetrated my thoughts, the abysmal circumstances of this place, the futility and harrowing truth that I was under their control. Any hint of rebellion and I would be dosed into compliance, drooling on myself while nodding my approval of whatever horrible thing they had planned. They stripped you of your strength, your voice, your entire being, and replaced it with the structure implicit to an institution for the insane. “You are my patient and as such, you are under my control and also my protection. I will not hurt you in any way. My only job is to help you. However, any rebellion on your part will be met with equal force. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I spit out the words, angry that I was answering to a man I didn’t even know. “That’s a good girl.”
You know that feeling you get when you KNOW something bad is coming, but you just have to keep reading? That was this book. The entire story was about that feeling in the pit of your stomach. There are times where you won't know what the heck is going on. You'll try to fill in the gaping holes of the story as told from the POV of Alexandra, who is in an asylum for the criminally insane... where everything isn't always what it seems.
If there was ever any doubt that Lily White is the queen of the mind f, this novel should prove that point. Only Lily could write a book about eating eyes and displaying a man's dismembered goods like a trophy, and have that NOT be the craziest thing that happens. I kept wondering what was coming, but you get to a point where you just have to go with it. Don't try to figure it out. Seriously, don't. Let the insane carry you away... but be careful. The ones you think you can trust end up being the most dangerous of them all.
I need to add, this lady... is awesome. As part of her Street Team, you need to know that the characters are named after women on her team. Sometimes blogging and spreading the word about your favorite authors can be a thankless job. Lily White's Street Team is like a family and she never lets us forget how much she appreciates us. <3
5 out of 5 stars
reviewed by Lisa
Lily White is a dark writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. Most of the time she can be found wandering around aimlessly while her mind is stuck in some twisted power play between two characters in her head. You may recognize her in public by the confused expression, random mumbling, and occasional giggle while thinking up a scene. Lily's favorite things in life are reading, thinking about reading, buying books for reading....and writing. Her other secret pleasure is meeting with her plot editor in public to discuss her books and watching the shocked expressions of the people around her that don't realize she's talking about a book. When Lily is not reading, writing, wandering or freaking out innocent bystanders, she's sleeping.