I’m Millie Hart, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve dedicated my life to my Catholic faith. It was a part of me every step of the way. So when I decided to join a nunnery, no one in my family was surprised. I’m not sure at what point my life changed or where it went extremely wrong. My nightmares are becoming realities as my world starts to slowly tremble under the ground I’m presently shackled to. I was taken. Everything I thought I knew was about to rain down on me in drops of lies, deceit, and undiluted evil.
I’m more machine than man. I’m the alpha and the omega of The Army, and the leader of The Sinister Six Masked Huntsmen. I live and bleed this life. The arms that raised me weren’t carrying love— they were carrying knives and AKAs. I’m agent 000, the executioner, and the damn devil who walks in the flesh. No one can break through my hard shell— not even her.
*This is book Three in The Devil’s Own series but can be read as a standalone.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This story is twisted. It’s about love that has nothing to do with love, not n the sense that people usually comprehend it. It’s about pain, darkness beyond pitch black. And it ends with a goddamn cliffhanger!
Millie is taken, to be used as means to an end. But before she can be used, she has to be broken into million pieces, all that she was and believed in, gutted out of her. And what scares her most, there are moments, when she actually likes it. Her journey back borders insanity in so many levels and when she finally gets back home, she has gone through a change that is irrevocable.
Raze, also known as Tripp, has been raised to play the role of the executioner. The sick mind of his father has forged him into a machine, that craves blood. He can kill a human in hundred different, agonizing ways without even breaking a sweat.
Raze knows no love, his life is fueled with hatred and power he holds over people. Then along comes Millie, the one he’s supposed to use only as tool to execute his plans of revenge. And even shattered, robbed of her light, she’s able to make Raze feel something. Their relationship is intense, unrelenting, wicked and hotter than hell.
And I cried when I read this book, but the tears were not for Millie, no, they were for Miles. I fell for him, hard, and now my heart grieves.
This book… I probably shouldn’t have loved it as much as I did. I’m scared of myself, how I cheer along the Raze, Joker and Viking when they’re satisfying their need for blood. And I felt the same thirst clenching my throat. And that just tells me how good of a writer Amo Jones is.
Amo Jones definitely made me wheel a whole range of emotions and once I started reading, I couldn’t put the book down. Razing Grace takes you on one hell of a roller coaster ride, that plunges deep into darkness, beyond the gates of hell, before returning to dusk never turning into dawn.
Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.
When she’s not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.)
She’s the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks.
She’s the wife-to-be to the love of her life. She says wife-to-be because she scares him a little, and he still hasn’t decided whether he wants to wed her or not. Such an exciting relationship.
She loves meeting new people and believes the world needs more kindness.