Title: Pure Innocence (Pure #3)
Author Name & Publisher: Victoria Sue (Dark Hollows Press)
Publication Date & Length: June 6, 2015 – 48,000 Words
They’d finally caught the madman who had been kidnapping, torturing and murdering submissives. Damon had sat in that warehouse, clutching Oliver, the boy barely alive, and somehow in the weeks that followed Damon never seemed to be able to let him go.
Oliver was broken, in body, mind, and spirit. And for the first time since he had brought him home from the hospital, Damon started questioning himself. Was he going to be enough for Oliver? If he could even find all the pieces of Oliver’s broken soul, could he mend them? Had the horrors that had ripped through Oliver left too many holes for Damon to repair? And finally, if he was going to be able to put Oliver back together, could he stop his own heart shattering in the process?
I am floored and impressed by this author. From Page 1, I was hooked!! I loved it because there are parts that are quite brutal, and the next page they are heart-wrenching and then beautiful, and it steals your breath away.
This was a fast-paced story that deals with a dark subject and the author handled it brilliantly. Her words clutch your heart and you devour.every.single.word (maybe with one eye closed at some parts) but those words are also cathartic for Oliver.
I don’t want to spoil any part of this Journey with Oliver and Damon, because this story needs to be felt, and admired for all the good things it will offer. Yes. There are good things! Let those be the ones you remember it for. I know I will!!
I hadn’t read this author before but I see that she has other stories, which I will be reading!
Oliver hadn’t realized he was crying when Damon came back, until Damon wiped his face with his finger. He gulped a breath. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“What for now?”
“I can leave. They’ve taken the bandages off now. I’ll—”
Damon shook his head. “We need to go over this again, boy, don’t we?”
Oliver raised his face. “You call me that, but I’m not, am I?”
Damon tilted his head. “Do you want to be?”
Oliver mumbled and glanced down again. Damon held his chin. “Oliver, look at me please.”
Oliver raised his eyes to those warm grey ones. “Do you want to be my boy?”
Oliver nodded, then shook his head. “I’m broken. I could never be anyone’s boy. And I can’t be hurt.” Oliver lifted his chin as he spoke those bald, bare words. He stripped them of every emotion. Damon had to understand. If he was going to throw him away, it was better sooner than later. “Ever. I can’t be hurt ever again.”
Damon stood up and took two strides to the window. He turned his back and Oliver shrank. It was coming, he’d finally tipped him over the edge. His heart, so fragile for so long, was going to finally break in two. Oliver looked wildly around the room. He had to get out of here.
“Apart from being too slow to catch the bastard that did this, what did I ever do wrong to you?” Damon sounded so hurt.
Oliver’s mouth dropped as his mind crowded with Damon’s words. Bewildered, he shook his head. “You didn’t do anything to me.”
Damon turned. “Then why would you just insult me by thinking for one second I would imagine you to be in any head space where you would think either I would hurt you, or that you would find it pleasurable? Or worse, that I would?” Damon’s grey eyes flashed in anger. “I have repeatedly told you why you are here, boy. I do not lie, unless it’s a cover story I have to make up for my job. I haven’t lied to you since I untied you from that cross. Either you decide, right now, you can trust me, or I will arrange for the doctors to transfer you to a private nursing home. You will receive excellent professional care and it won’t cost you a penny. You will still be visited by the same people you would have been visited by before.” Damon’s mouth twisted on the last words. “I am sorry, Oliver. I have failed you again. I don’t know any other way of making you feel safe.”
Before Oliver could even think of a reply, in four strides, Damon was out of the bedroom and had closed the door behind him.
1) Can you describe in detail what your writing environment is like? Usually in the office at home but I don’t really care so long as its quiet. I’m very envious of authors who can listen to music while they write. I often get up at 4am while its quiet before the rabble (sorry – family) get up.
2) Is there one of your characters that you relate to (from any of your works)? Why? I think a writer has to relate to all her characters—good, or bad. If you aren’t invested in them, no reader will be
3) If you couldn’t be an author, what would you do instead? I’m a mom, and have been a nurse, teaching assistant, ice cream maker, and run a nursing home. So pick any one of them. If you’re asking me what I’d like to do – then maybe run an English pub, or a country – whatever.
4) Is there anything that you learned during the writing process that you wish you had known before hand? Yeah – facebook. But that still drives me nuts.
5) Is there anything that you wish you could change about your book now that it is out? Not one single thing. If there’s something I think I could have done better – I’ll just work on it in the next book
6) How do you come up with new ideas for your story? Alcohol. (Just kidding, honest) Err… I don’t know.
7) What’s next for you as a writer? I’ve got a werewolf (MMMM) two part story coming out 6/30 and 7/30. I’ve got a co-authored werewolf paranormal coming out 7/2 with Shannon West. I’m working on an mm English regency historical.
8) Where do you live? Do you think this influences how or what you write? I live in Florida, but I moved here from England five years ago. No, I don’t think it influences anything.
9) What is your favorite genre outside of the one you write in? Why? M/F BDSM. Cherie Sinclair is amazing.
10) Do you have any vices? Shoes, coffee, shopping…etc? Food (LOL) Reading. (My husband thinks it’s a vice) Wine, although that’s not necessarily a vice. I would describe it as a long term love affair
MM Love stories – because the only thing better than one hot guy is two of them.
Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids’ adventure stories, she would go raid her mom’s. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.
She’s still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature – love is love, no matter what it says on the box.
In fact if they don’t fit very neatly into any box she loves them even more!
She has a very patient husband and three wonderful children. In 2010 in search of adventure they all moved from the UK to the US and are happily settled in Florida. Finally, after reading love stories for so long, she decided to write her own.