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Feared like death, worshipped like light; Just as the earth was round, I, Bianca Di Vaio, have always been sick. I\u2019d spent most of my life confined in my room, secluded in my mansion, and off-limits to all the men who worked for my father, the kingpin of Manhattan.<\/span><\/p>\n Then one night, I heard his voice. <\/span><\/p>\n Antonio Castillo talked like desire but looked like death; dressed in all black wearing a metal skull for a face. He was the deadliest man at my father\u2019s disposal. The Knight who earned the name, Grim Reaper. <\/span><\/p>\n Have you ever heard the story about a caged young girl who met her knight in broken armor?<\/span><\/p>\n *CEIFADOR X<\/i>\u00a0is a PREQUEL to\u00a0THE KNIGHT\u2019S ROSE<\/i>\u00a0and must be read beforehand* <\/p>\n <\/p>\n 3 stars<\/b><\/p>\n This novella is a part of the Prison Saints<\/i> series. I absolutely loved the first book in this series (The Jack’s Heart<\/a> – previously titled Prison Promise<\/i>), and have been so excited for more, so I was thrilled to learn that this novella would be the lead in to the next full-length book in the series, The Knight’s Rose<\/em>. It provides an introduction to the characters and their background, and set the scene for what is sure to be an emotional and intense read.<\/p>\n Bianca Di Vaio is the 15 year old daughter of a New York crime boss. Ill since birth, she is locked away in her father\u2019s home with very little interaction from the outside world apart from those who care for her, and the occasional visit from her father.<\/p>\n Antonio Castillo works for Bianca\u2019s father. Calling himself Ceifador X, he is a killer who lives in his boss\u2019 basement, and his life is nothing but death, alcohol and anonymous sex with random women. But while drunkenly exploring the house one night, he comes across Bianca and even knowing it\u2019s against the rules, he enters her room.<\/p>\n Bianca and Antonio\u2019s meeting changes them both. From the first moment, Antonio can\u2019t get the sickly girl out of his head, feeling all kinds of confusing thoughts towards her. And Bianca comes to crave his visits as her only link to the outside world, and to the darkly mysterious man who is the most \u2018real\u2019 person she\u2019s ever met.<\/p>\n Feared like death. Worshipped like light. It\u2019s twisted and a bit debauched (she is 15 and completely innocent and naive, he is a 28 alcoholic criminal man-slut), but they come to mean something to each other. Just what that is, I\u2019m honestly confused. Their situation is so surreal, and the intensity of it all is extreme. I didn\u2019t feel any kind of romance, more like curiosity and perhaps obsession? There\u2019s also lust there which felt all kinds of in inappropriate given their ages and situation, and even though there is no sex, there\u2019s definitely steamy goings on.<\/p>\n The ending is abrupt and provides clues to where the next book is going to go. I have so many questions, and I\u2019m really curious what\u2019s going to happen for these two. I\u2019m definitely keen to read more.<\/p>\n An interesting beginning, but it\u2019s done its job and hooked me!<\/p>\n 3 stars.<\/p>\n An Advanced Review Copy was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.<\/i><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Jack’s Heart (#1)<\/strong> (Jack & Ahri) Ceifador X (#1.5)<\/strong> Prequel to The Knight’s Rose The Knight’s Rose (#2<\/strong>) (Antonio) Prison Rescue (#3)<\/strong> (Luke) <\/p>\n Knock\u2026 knock knock\u2026 knock.<\/em> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Demi Vice lives in the windy city of Chicago and is a graphic designer by day and a romance writer by night. 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\nHe was my breath, and I was poisoned at first sight.<\/b> <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n
\nCeifador X<\/i>\u00a0ends with a cliff hanger and will continue in\u00a0The Knight\u2019s Rose<\/i>. This book contains steamy, graphic and taboo material between an older man and a younger girl that might be offensive for some.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/Ceifador-X-Teaser-1.jpg?resize=491%2C462&ssl=1\")
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\nPreviously titled Prison Promise<\/em>
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\nThe playful patterned echoed throughout my room.\u00a0The man doesn\u2019t seem like a monster.<\/em>\u00a0I took a step closer to the door.\u00a0Or a demon<\/em>. I took another step.\u00a0Or anything unholy.\u00a0<\/em>The space between myself and the door no longer existed.
\nMy eyes dropped to the wiggling door handle. The man said something in Spanish\u2014I think\u2014when the door wouldn\u2019t open.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s locked\u2026\u201d My voice was tiny.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d The mystery man’s voice was thick and full of another world outside of the mansion, New York, or America.
\n\u201cHi.\u201d
\nSilence filled the void between us until he cleared his throat. \u201cYou can open the door. I don\u2019t bite.\u201d His voice was cunning as if he had a smile on his face. Or at least, I hoped.
\nI laughed nervously. \u201cNo, I can\u2019t. But you can.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d He was confused until he noticed the three locks on his side of the door.\u00a0Click<\/em>. He unlocked the first. \u201cWhy\u2026 why are you locked inside?\u201d he questioned, his words close to one another.
\n\u201cBecause unlike you, I bite,\u201d I joked. Probably not the best time, but he laughed. A sound so rich and thrilling it made my head rush.
\nThis man didn\u2019t sound dangerous, not even the slightest.
\nClick.\u00a0<\/em>
\nMy stomach plummeted to the ground.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, gorgeous?\u201d he asked before turning the last lock.
\nMy cheeks crimsoned, and I introduce myself. \u201cBianca.\u201d
\n\u201cBeautiful name.\u201d
\nI nodded wildly, and I took a step back, preparing for him to open the door. \u201cWhat\u2019s yours?\u201d
\n\u201cAntonio. Why are you locked inside?\u201d he asked again, this time hoping for a straight answer.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sick,\u201d I confessed, playing with the drawstring of my baby pink plaid pajama pants which were far too large for me even in the smallest size they came in. \u201cBut it\u2019s not contagious,\u201d I reassured.
\n\u201cI\u2019m drunk,\u201d he confessed. \u201cAnd it\u2019s contagious\u2026 when you have a bottle.\u201d
\nI smiled so hard I thought my face was going to split in two. No wonder his words were a little put together.
\n\u201cAre you going to open the door?\u201d
\nHe let out a long, heavy sigh I wished so badly I could feel against my face.
\n\u201cI shouldn\u2019t, shouldn\u2019t I, Bianca?\u201d
\nMy heart skipped.
\n\u201cSay it again,\u201d I begged.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d He chuckled uneasily.
\n\u201cMy name. Say my name again.\u201d It came out bratty.
\nAntonio said nothing.
\n\u201cSorry, sorry. I guess that was weird. Sorry.\u201d I cringed at my behavior.
\nThat’s what I got for my little to no people skills. I never thought before I spoke or acted. I took another step back from the door, from the man behind it, feeling like we needed space. Because apparently, the door between us wasn\u2019t enough.
\n\u201cNo, it wasn\u2019t\u2026\u00a0Bianca<\/em>.\u201d He spoke my name like it was made for his lips, leaving my cheeks rosy and red.
\nI bit the tip of my tongue and glared at the doorknob.
\nJust one more click,<\/em>\u00a0I thought.
\n\u201cWhy are you locked inside?\u201d Antonio asked, again.
\nI was going to give him the same answer as before until I thought about the question.
\n\u201cBecause I try to escape.\u201d
\n\u201cEscape?\u201d
\nI nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me. \u201cI try to leave my room. A lot.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I shouldn\u2019t be caged, but I have to be.\u201d
\nAntonio hummed, \u201cWhere do you escape?\u201d
\n\u201cThe library. It\u2019s the blue door, in front of the stairs.\u201d
\n\u201cSo, if I were to open the door, you would try to run?\u201d
\nI let out one single nervous giggle, \u201cI won\u2019t get far.\u201d
\nAntonio unleashed a soulful laugh I immediately recorded in my head for one of my bad days when I needed a pick me up.
\n\u201cSo, you would try to escape,\u201d he said while laughing.
\nNot if you come inside.<\/em>
\n\u201cAre you going to unlock the door?\u201d I asked again, impatiently.
\n\u201cNothing good comes from anything that\u2019s locked,\u201d he hesitated, contemplating his decision to be here.
\nThe truth was, he shouldn\u2019t have been here. I should\u2019ve told him to leave, but I was selfish and wanted the faceless man behind the locked door.
\n\u201cDangerous things lie behind locked doors and cages, Bianca,\u201d his tone, dark.
\nI heard Antonio take a step back, and I quickly moved forward. I didn\u2019t want him to leave. I wanted the last\u00a0click<\/em>, the turn of the handle, and the eyes of a man my father claimed to be evil.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d
\n\u201cOh, really?\u201d
\n\u201cOur hearts are behind a cage. Does that make them dangerous?\u201d
\nIf it was possible to hear a smirk, I heard it.
\n\u201cLike you wouldn’t believe. The heart is the most dangerous part of a human, Bianca.\u201d He took another step back. \u201cTalvez voc\u00ea seja ing\u00eanuo e jovem demais para entender.<\/em>\u201d
\nThat wasn\u2019t Spanish.
\n\u201cWhat language was that?\u201d
\n\u201cPortuguese. I’m Brazilian.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\n\u201cPerhaps you’re too naive and too young to understand.<\/em>\u201d
\nHis words hit me, hard. I was too much of everything that proved I\u2019d grown up in a cage.
\nToo naive and wise.
\nToo young and dying.
\nToo caged and lost.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not dangerous, Antonio. I promise you.\u201d<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/Ceifador-X-Teaser-2-1.jpg?resize=604%2C349&ssl=1\")
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