Published by Self-Published on March 22, 2017
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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This should be a love story. Everything’s in place for it to be. The perfect lines, the perfect souls, but you see, Justin thinks it’s a game. He thinks I’m his pawn, but he couldn’t be more wrong. Every move he makes, I’ll block him. Every time he thinks he’s about to seize me, I’ll run. Some men underestimate the power of the queen because they’re too busy playing king. They forget she’s the most powerful piece on the board. And love is not a game I’m apt at losing.
What will it take for him to realize I’ll never be his pawn, but I’ll happily play his queen?
She wants a love story. And while I’ve set it up just like I do my own stories, it’s not love I’m after, it’s the chase. Marisa thinks she can outplay me. Even though I’m always one step ahead of her, she keeps me on my toes, which is why don’t underestimate her. Not one bit, but it seems she forgets the game’s not over until the king is dead.
And she’ll never kill me, because I’ll make her love me. And then, checkmate, I win.
Love is not a game, but the chase certainly is.
White Pawn is an obsession all on its own. You become obsessed with the writing, the author and even more familiar characters. You want, no need, to keep following the trail of breadcrumbs that Stevie leaves you all the way up to one of the most climatic endings I’ve read this year.
Obsession, it’s something you’ll shed blood for. Obsession trumps love any-fucking-day.
Those two lines sum up the whole book. Nothing I can say will do it any more justice than that.
White Pawn is fucking crazy. Marisa is crazier and Justin is the pawn. What happens when the player gets played? One fucked up love story. It’s dark, it’s beautiful, it’s disturbing as hell and just as addicting.
What happens when two people obsessed with the idea of love find each other and dance a forbidden dance?
You just have to read and find that question out for yourself.