Monday 26 September 2016

Review for Pretty Stolen Dolls by Ker Dukey & K Webster: ★★★★★

Pretty Stolen DollsPretty Stolen Dolls by Ker Dukey

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


::..Reviewed for Red's Midnight Readers..::

I was given an ARC of this in exchange for an honest review. My actual rating is 5 stars.

Intense. Wicked. Consuming.

What the heck did I just read?
This book has left me feeling all kinds of messed up and I love it!!!

This writing duo were on fire with their first collaboration, I predict great things from this pairing and I can not wait to see what they come up with next!

It's so dark and twisted, I could almost hear the author's evil cackling as I turned each of the pages. I absolutely loved every word of this gripping novel by two clearly very talented authors, who have managed to create a story so exciting that it takes you on white knuckle, emotional roller coaster of a ride.

Be warned there is a utterly brilliant cliff hanger that will have you screaming with frustration, as you will be left hanging, desperate to find out what will happen.

This is probably the BEST dark read I have ever read, I was left almost giddy and feeling delirious as I reached the end of this giddy tale.

It was so raw and powerful that I was captivated from the first chapter and couldn't put it down.

The story itself was gritty and enthralling. So if you like a dark, no holds barred kind of read, what are you waiting, go buy it!!


Blurb

Benny loves his pretty little dolls.
As long as they do exactly as they’re told.
He keeps them perfect by brushing their hair
and gives them pretty dresses to wear.
He likes to toy with them late at night.
One so timid but the other likes to fight.
When his favorite doll runs away…
despite the other doll promising to stay,
his heart becomes broken and he can’t help but cry.
He wants her back home or his pretty little doll must die.
Have you ever had to make a decision that haunts you every single day for the rest of your life…the life you stole back?
I have.
I ran for my survival, rocks and twigs cutting into the soles of my feet, my lungs burning and screaming for rest, every muscle tensed and fighting along with me for existence.
I left her.
I ran, ran, ran—from Benny and his lone, pretty little doll—until I couldn’t remember where to find them again.
I’m sorry.

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