Title: Chained To Darkness (Possessed by Darkness Book 2)
Author: Raven Woodward
Series: Possessed by Darkness
Release Date: November 6
Harlow awakens in the clutches of Oricus and his men, with no memory of who they are or how she came to be there. All she has are the scars on her shoulder that light her captor’s eyes every time he sees them and a pull to twelve sexy men. Before she can even get to know them all, she’s thrust into a chamber and commanded to surrender her body.
Despite the fight she’s determined to give, she can’t help but crave their touches.
Arian is spiraling in his desperate search for Harlow which delivers him to his enemy in hopes of getting information. He just hopes he isn’t too late to rescue his mate.
Oricus is known as the Fox for a reason. Cunning. Stealthy. And with all his chess pieces finally on the board, the game has become even more complex–even for him. Each encounter he has with his prisoner breaks apart the lie that she was just revenge.
Rex gave up on the hope of keeping Harlow all to himself, but he’s determined to earn her favour above the rest. When the walls he so carefully crafted in her mind come crumbling down, he and Oricus’s men have only to hope they won’t lose the fierce woman they’ve come to care for.
Through betrayal and lies, Harlow will break the chains of darkness to do what is necessary to save her home at any cost.
The first thing Harlow noticed was the ache in her skull. And the second thing she noticed as she peeled her dry eyes open, were the dozen or so gorgeous men staring down at her. She didn’t recognize any of them.
A spark of fear ignited in her chest as she sat upright, placing a hand on her head, her vision blurring.
One of the men started forward. His eyes were a cool grey, his lips twisted into a mischievous smirk. Harlow tried to back away further, only for her back to press against a cool wall.
“No need to fear, Little Red,” the man said with a voice of silk and sin that warmed her insides. But only a little.
Wait, little red? That was her name?
“Who are you?” She asked, searching each chiseled, perfect face. Her gaze snagged on a blond man off to the side who looked at her with a sort of expectancy that she couldn’t understand. It was his icy blue eyes that drew her in.
Her breath hitched.
“You don’t remember any of us?” The steel-eyed man asked, drawing her attention back to him.
She shook her head. “I can’t—” She paused. “What’s my name?”
“Harlow,” breathed the blond, almost familiar man.
Harlow. A bolt of stabbing pain slammed through her temples and she winced. Every man in the room moved toward her in unison, then froze when she jerked back against the wall. Her heart gave a heavy beat before picking up speed.
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