Wicked Angel by Sawyer Bennett
Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas, book 6
Genre: contemporary romance
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: January 2, 2018
Rating: ★★★★✰
A man broken beyond repair. A woman who has lost her ability to trust. Can they find love together in such a hopeless place?
This book was an angst fest through and through.
Elena is my dream woman. I adore and admire her with everything. She shows you how to love yourself, how to be proud of yourself and your choices. I like the way she was with Ben. She didn’t push him to make himself vulnerable, she knew he had his own reasons but at the same time she didn’t treat him with kid gloves. She knew he was an adult dealing with his issues in his own way and she commanded respect for herself no matter what. Have I said that I really love her? She might be my favourite SB woman.
Benjamin, my sweet broken man! I really wanted to just hug him and make his pain go away because no one should be going through so much, so alone. I knew there was no magic fix for him only a gradual process and I LOVE that SB gave him exactly that. Just because he fell in love, his pain didn’t go away but he found a way to make it bearable. I think Ben is one of the strongest characters I’ve read.
I utterly loved Elena and Ben. I adore them together and separately. I was invested in them from page one and it was such a pleasure to follow them to their HEA.
I just felt a little teeny tiny bit disconnected with the story as a whole. But I still recommend reading this one.
4 Stars!
~Sonal
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Synopsis:
First there was pain, and now there is just… nothing. No one can ever understand the losses I’ve suffered. A solitary existence that consists of my work and the empty house that serves as a constant reminder of all I have lost.
After months of paralyzing emptiness, I turn to The Wicked Horse so I can feel something. Anything, really. Any shred of emotion that will explain why I’m still here. Any justification for why my life was spared and theirs were not.
It’s all in vain. Not even the debauchery of the notorious sex club can fill the hollowness that consumes me.
Until she walks in.
Absolutely perfect. Gorgeous and bends to my will. Gives me her body willingly, while expecting nothing more from me than the pleasure I offer her. And the more she gives, the more I find myself wanting to take.
Wanting to crawl out of my personal hell for this wicked angel.