Happy Release Day: Captive by Brighton Walsh

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Happy Pub. Day to the lovely Brighton Walsh! Us girls over here at Hopeless Book Lovers absolutely loved this story so we decided to share 1/2 reviews for Captive. This is my (Giselle’s) review and I hope I did this great book justice! xoxo

Don’t forget to drop by on 3/31 because we have an adorable blog tour post for this novel! <3

Book Description: 

He’s the most dangerous man she’s ever met…and she’s falling in love with him.

Madison Frost is desperate to escape her life. Daughter of a prominent businessman, she has everything a girl could ask for. Except for a family who’s present in her life, and anyone to talk to outside the four walls of the prison she calls home. Madison dreams of one day leaving her life behind. She never thought being kidnapped is how it would happen.

Now she’s being held captive by a man who’s as frightening as he is sinfully gorgeous. Enormous, muscular, and filled with secrets, the man they call Ghost is an enigmatic mercenary, and Madison is trapped with him. She doesn’t know who hired him or why, but the more time she spends at his mercy, the more she realizes he’s not what he seems. Beneath his rough exterior lies an unexpected gentleness and a heart as broken and battered as her own.

But as Madison lets down her walls, Ghost holds tight to his, hiding secrets that could destroy everything.

Giselle’s Review: 

Well, I may have just reconsidered my opinion on getting kidnapped. (Totally kidding…partly.) 😉

Captive is the story of naive and reserved Madison Frost who gets kidnapped by one incredibly sexy and tough captor, but this story is definitely so much more than that. Madison and Ghost are two very complex and unique characters and for those of you who stray from the “dark romance” genre, do not fear, Captive can definitely be considered more light than dark and definitely more romance than Stockholm syndrome. After all, this is a New Adult romance and one hell of a good one if I do say so myself.

Captive is the only novel I have read by Brighton Walsh but you better believe after reading this book I am getting my hands on all  her other ones, ASAP. I think my only complaint about this book is that it didn’t last longer. I wanted this novel to stretch out for as long as possible because I could not get enough of Ghost and his relationship with Madison. <3

This book will definitely keep you on your toes and I can probably guarantee that you will want to (and will) read it in one sitting (okay so I won’t necessarily guarantee it but you get what I mean). I did not want to put Captive down and when I reluctantly had to, I would think about Ghost and Madison and how the heck their story would go.

With just the perfect amount of suspense, steam, romance, and some very entertaining and unique characters, Captive is one New Adult novel that will definitely give many people book-hangovers…much like the one I am experiencing now.

But seriously…if I ever do get kidnapped, can someone make sure Ghost is the one doing the kidnapping or…? ;D

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 Excerpt:

I let my hands settle under his shirt, against his skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Raw power radiated from the flesh-covered muscles, his abdomen taut and rippled, and I wanted to see it. I wanted to see, to feel, every inch of him. His body was a drug, and I craved more. I pushed his shirt up as he continued kissing me, until finally he pulled away and reached behind to yank it off.

He knelt at the edge of the bed, looking down at me, but I couldn’t meet his eyes. I was too busy tracking every inch of skin he’d uncovered. Like I’d imagined, his tattoos continued to more than just his forearms. They arced up over his biceps and massive shoulders, trailing down his chest, several littering the ridges of his stomach. Some wrapped around his sides, and I could only imagine what I’d find when I looked at his back.

He groaned. “Christ, Madison. You need to stop looking at me like that.” He came down next to me this time, his body half covering mine, the evidence of exactly how much he wanted me pressed into my hip. He slid his hand to my waist and down to my hips before he moved under my shirt. Slowly, so slowly I ached, he continued and allowed the piece of cotton to bunch up against his wrist, his thumb tracing soft circles as he went. And the whole time, he watched me. His eyes never left mine, and the intensity in them stole my breath.

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