Title: GRIT Sector 1: Elias
Series: GRIT Sector 1
Author: Rebecca Sherwin
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: June 14, 2016
I thought I was safe.
I FOUGHT TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.
I thought I was good.
THERE WAS NO GOOD LEFT HERE.
I thought I was just a girl.
I WAS MORE THAN JUST A MAN.
I didn't see it coming.
I SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING.
Destiny had brought us together.
HISTORY WOULD TEAR US APART.
Twenty-first century London - daytime
Freedom is non-existent.
Self-expression is confined to sunlight hours.
Happiness is on a schedule.
Safety is a temporary fixture.
Twenty-first century London - nighttime.
Blood cascades over cobbled stones.
Criminals emerge from the shadows.
The depraved, the deviant, the morally corrupt, own the streets.
Happiness comes in the form of final breaths.
Safety is found in the shrills of death.
A love story emerges inside the barricades.
A story played out many times before...
But not like this.
It's evolution of tradition.
It's insanity fighting to break the cycle.
It's history's repetition with hope for a better outcome.
Can love survive in a drowning capital?
What if the good guys aren't the good guys?
What if the heroes have become the villains?
Trixie Ashford has been living a lie.
Elias Blackwood has been creating it.
It is their destiny to meet.
It will be their downfall to fall in love...
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★★★★★
I am so glad that the author has kept the nature of this story secret, I went in blind and I can’t imagine experiencing it any other way so this review will be vague to keep that mystery intact.
Elias is... Well, he’s everything... He has so many sides to him and I don’t think for one second that we’ve seen all of him yet, some parts are perfect others not so much but every single facet of his personality is necessary. Trixie is so strong, she isn’t your average leading lady, I loved that about her and I don’t think we’ve seen what she’s capable of yet either. Both Elias and Trixie are totally unique, I’ve read a lot of books and I’ve never come across any characters like them. There are plenty of other characters around too, some you’ll love and others you’ll despise but they all have a role to play and are in one way or another vital to the story.
I don’t usually mention this in reviews but I just have to with this one, this is one of the most beautifully formatted books I’ve ever seen, it’s written from both Elias and Trixie’s POVs and each of them have their own unique chapter heading that is quite simply phenomenal, Rebecca has clearly gone the extra mile and it has paid off because every page, from the front cover to the back is truly stunning!
I can’t wait to see where this series goes from here, I am well and truly hooked on this world, these characters and their stories. Thank you Rebecca for a mind blowing start to what I’m sure will be an amazing series! :)
EARLY PRAISE FOR GRIT
“Rebecca delivers another masterpiece painted on a whole new canvas with a world that bleeds secrets, deception, and passion that is sure to leave its mark on the reader.” – Catherine, Rochelle’s Reviews
“There wasn’t any telling to be had in this story, you felt it. No time for this ticking time bomb. Boom! I was blown to pieces.” – Di, Twisted Sisters Book Reviews
“An amazing start to what I hope will be a brilliant series!” – Susan, Ladies Living in Bookland
“I can’t wait for this book to go live so I can force people to love these two like I loved them!!” – K Webster, author of This is War, Baby
“There wasn’t any telling to be had in this story, you felt it. No time for this ticking time bomb. Boom! I was blown to pieces.” – Di, Twisted Sisters Book Reviews
“An amazing start to what I hope will be a brilliant series!” – Susan, Ladies Living in Bookland
“I can’t wait for this book to go live so I can force people to love these two like I loved them!!” – K Webster, author of This is War, Baby
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“What is it? What does GRIT mean?”
“Besides the stuff you get in your eye when the wind blows?” Nothing. She refused to fall into comfort beside me. “It doesn’t mean anything. That is kind of the point. I say GRIT, you say ‘what’s that?’ and you wouldn’t be the only one.”
It was ridiculous. I’d asked countless times as a child why we couldn’t give it some meaning if it was something so important it needed to be protected with our lives, but I’d only ever had the acronym separated. Which I would do for Trixie…when we got to our destination.
“Why does it smell wet?” she asked.
“Because it’s wet down here. You’re underground.”
“We’re safe, aren’t we?”
I took a deep breath and pronounced every word with more sincerity than I’d ever displayed. “As long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you.”
I wanted her to say something. ‘Thank you’ would have sufficed although I didn’t want her to appreciate my need to keep her alive. I wanted her to accept it, but she said nothing, keeping her lips pressed firmly together as another shiver rippled through her.
“We’re here.”
I stopped her with a gentle tug and her thin shoes slid on the cobbles. Reaching over her I held her close, like I had done when we exited the loft, and she slotted into my side like she was meant to be there.
“Where?”
“Here.” I shrugged, intending to show her rather than tell her. “It isn’t nice. None of the things I’m going to teach you will be pretty. Some will hurt, some will confuse, some will question everything you know, and others will test you. They’ll ask you to look deep inside yourself and revaluate everything you hold on your moral compass.” I stroked my thumb over the top of her arm, hoping to warm her up before I threw her into the dark world that was permanently sheeted in ice. “I need you to agree to do this with me. I don’t want you to be here, because I want to protect you. But you need to know the truth and you need to be able to make your own choices…I need you to choose to do this with me.”
“Besides the stuff you get in your eye when the wind blows?” Nothing. She refused to fall into comfort beside me. “It doesn’t mean anything. That is kind of the point. I say GRIT, you say ‘what’s that?’ and you wouldn’t be the only one.”
It was ridiculous. I’d asked countless times as a child why we couldn’t give it some meaning if it was something so important it needed to be protected with our lives, but I’d only ever had the acronym separated. Which I would do for Trixie…when we got to our destination.
“Why does it smell wet?” she asked.
“Because it’s wet down here. You’re underground.”
“We’re safe, aren’t we?”
I took a deep breath and pronounced every word with more sincerity than I’d ever displayed. “As long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you.”
I wanted her to say something. ‘Thank you’ would have sufficed although I didn’t want her to appreciate my need to keep her alive. I wanted her to accept it, but she said nothing, keeping her lips pressed firmly together as another shiver rippled through her.
“We’re here.”
I stopped her with a gentle tug and her thin shoes slid on the cobbles. Reaching over her I held her close, like I had done when we exited the loft, and she slotted into my side like she was meant to be there.
“Where?”
“Here.” I shrugged, intending to show her rather than tell her. “It isn’t nice. None of the things I’m going to teach you will be pretty. Some will hurt, some will confuse, some will question everything you know, and others will test you. They’ll ask you to look deep inside yourself and revaluate everything you hold on your moral compass.” I stroked my thumb over the top of her arm, hoping to warm her up before I threw her into the dark world that was permanently sheeted in ice. “I need you to agree to do this with me. I don’t want you to be here, because I want to protect you. But you need to know the truth and you need to be able to make your own choices…I need you to choose to do this with me.”
Author Bio
Rebecca is a London born and bred mother, writer and psychology student. She is the mother of a superhero (who is currently growing his hair like Thor!) and spends her days with her nose stuck in a textbook, her fingers tapping away at the keys…or she’s building forts and eating gummy bears.
She is the author of dark psychological romance. An avid reader and lover of stories that keep you guessing, Rebecca writes tales that will challenge your perceptions and toy with your emotions. Her stories invite you to open your mind and dig deeper into the meanings of the lives of each and every character you meet. She entices you into their world – to feel with them, grow with them, to love with them.
She asks you to become a part of them and allow them to become a part of you.
She is the author of dark psychological romance. An avid reader and lover of stories that keep you guessing, Rebecca writes tales that will challenge your perceptions and toy with your emotions. Her stories invite you to open your mind and dig deeper into the meanings of the lives of each and every character you meet. She entices you into their world – to feel with them, grow with them, to love with them.
She asks you to become a part of them and allow them to become a part of you.
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