Series: Condemned (#2)
Genre: New adult/dark romance
Word count: 46,000
Life is twisted. Cruel. After being ripped from the safe haven of Rafe’s arms, my new kidnapper is waging a sick game. Unable to make my body do his bidding, he’s resorting to psychological warfare. He’ll bend my mind until I break, and when I do, that just might be my saving grace.
I’ll forge through hell to get back to Rafe, body and spirit broken and bleeding, but I’m unprepared for what I find. He’s done what I can’t: he’s erased eight years of pain and betrayal. I don’t know how to bring him back to me, because bringing him back means ripping him to shreds all over again.
NOTE TO READERS: Rampant is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part 2 of the Condemned series. This is not a stand-alone read, and it does have a cliffhanger!
WHAT READERS ARE SAYING
“Haunting and pervasively atmospheric, Rampant is darkness imbued with an affecting power.” — Pam Godwin, New York Times Bestselling Author (Read full review here)
“Gemma James DOES NOT hold back in her latest installment of the Condemned Series. Suspense and angst like no other, Ms. James takes us on the ride of our lives with this incredible dark romance.” — Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads (Read full review here)
“These books are a MUST read.” — Fictional Men’s Page For Book Ho’s (Read full review here)
“Gemma James you have rocked my world with your Condemned Series and I’m fairly certain I’m gonna need more chocolate and a twelve pack of beer for the next one!” — Rough Draft Book Blog (Read full review here)
“I am speechless. Utterly and completely speechless. To describe this book as dark, twisted, wicked, and mind bending can not begin scrape the surface of what this book is and where it will take you.” — Kathy Reads Fiction (Read full review here)
“RAMPANT was a torrent of bombs exploding one after another after another!” — Books Over Boys (Read full review here)
I cranked my head, horrified to discover him gaining so fast, and doubled my efforts, picking up speed as I careened down the slope of the road. Sharp rocks tore into my bare feet with every frantic step. But I was an easy target, in plain sight, no matter how much distance I managed to put between us. Getting lost in the woods was my only shot at escaping.
My gaze swerved to the blackness beyond the trees, and I gulped. Get lost, or turn around and face him? Face possible years under his control. Endless years that would surely break me. Another glance over my shoulder told me I had but seconds to decide.
Pure adrenaline spurred me to jump into the foliage. I sprinted over roots, swerved around boulders, and stumbled to the ground, still damp from the torrent of rain last week. I didn’t remember getting up, though mud caked my bare knees. The ground became especially treacherous. I lost my balance and hurtled down an embankment, a victim of gravity, rolling over rocks, gouged by sticks, and grunting with each strike. I smashed into the trunk of a tree, finally coming to a stop. Stars burst in my vision, and the night narrowed until blinding light battled the dizziness.
His voice seared the air, my name a furious epithet bleeding from his lips. He sounded too close, but in the darkness, disoriented as my head throbbed from striking the tree, I couldn’t tell if he was three inches or three yards away.
Clenching my teeth against the pain, I pushed to my hands and knees, key still tightly wedged between my knuckles, and peeked around the massive tree trunk. Without the luminescence of moonlight, visibility was a bitch out here, which turned out to be a blessing and a curse. If I couldn’t see him, then he couldn’t see me. That also meant I couldn’t see my way out of there.