Sociopath’s Obsession by VF Mason ~Blog Tour w/ Review, Excerpt & Giveaway

 Title: Sociopath’s Obsession
Series: Sociopath, Book One
Author: V.F. Mason
Genre: Dark Romance
Published: May 17, 2016
Sapphire

Life, as I knew it, was over one year ago.

I lost my family, my home and any support that came with it.

Living in a crappy apartment with my roommate and working two jobs was not how I envisioned my future.

However, that was one of the things my family had taught me.

Dreams and illusions held no power in the real world.

All this was worth it though as long as I knew I was safe.

Until he showed up, shattering any peace I had.

Sociopath

Violence towards those who wronged me was my only salvation and revenge.

Nothing brought me greater pleasure than the pain and suffering I inflicted on my victims.

Until I met her.

She became my obsession.

Sapphire.

My Sapphire.

If I were a better man, I would have left her alone and never made her part of my life.

But I was a monster.

And monsters didn’t have hearts.

 
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Reviewed by StephanieI am not even sure how to describe what the hell I just read? Wow! All aboard the crazy train for this one folks and there is no getting off! This book was intense and disturbing on so many levels. This is my first read from this Author and the writing was absolutely fantastic. V. F. Mason where the hell have you been?! From start to finish this story kept me hanging on every word. It is dark, so very dark that there are parts that are hard to read. And I love me some dark reads.Sapphire has always known a privileged life, granted it wasn’t the happiest. She was lonely and sick of how her parents always pushed what they wanted on her, never taking into consideration that she might want more out of life then being an entitled socialite. A chance meeting with a sexy stranger followed by deep family secrets being exposed changed everything she thought she knew.

“How could he do it? How could he live in this world after taking so many lives?”
They call him Sociopath. He sends an email to his victims before he takes them, to taunt them and he thrives on how scared they become knowing it will soon be the end. Always watching, waiting. It’s all set out, the perfect plan for revenge. They deserve what’s coming for them, every last one of them. They aren’t innocent, and they have to pay the price. After all they are what made him a Monster. But Sapphire made him question his path, taking her wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. Monsters don’t have hearts, do they?
“If I were a better man, I would have left her alone and never made her part of my life. But I was a Monster. And Monsters didn’t have hearts.”
This book is so freaking good! I feel like I can’t really say anything more without giving to much away. The relationship between Sociopath and Sapphire is crazy and intense and scary and powerful. The whole story is so overwhelming and at times the darkness that Sociopath went through is too much. This definitely is so far from your ordinary love story, but yes there is love. Along with the revenge. It’s just all around a crazy, intense, dark read. Then ahhh we get a huge ass cliffhanger. But I hear the second book is out soon and I can’t wait to read it!
“ I’d never thought my quest for revenge would bring me to the love of my life.
Stephanie

“All I can tell you is if you want a book that is going to crawl up into your skin and grab a hold of your soul this is it. Its brutal, its terrifying, its consuming and its one of the best (yes friends) love stories of two people I have EVER read.” – Reader Review

“I’ve read a lot of dark books, but I think this may be one of my absolute favorites I’ve read this year!!” – Alpha Book Club

 
Chapter 1


Monster


Sociopath


The man in the chair was pinned to the wall with several straps across his chest. He cried out in pain as I relished the exquisite torture my hands inflicted on him. It was truly a work of art to make a man suffer agonizing pain, but not enough to die. 


I’d mastered it for many years, learned everything there was, and practiced my craft religiously.


Knives, guns, chains, wires.


Nothing was off limits for me.


I loved this—the feeling of power and knowledge that I could play with my victim for days, and sometimes, if the mood struck me, for weeks. When I finally had enough, and it was always about me, I’d kill the fuckers quickly. They tended to get on my nerves with all their whining.


The most boring part in the whole process was disposing of the body—not much work there—and then covering my tracks so the traces would never bring anyone to me.


However, the idea of anyone suspecting me of such things was laughable.


I was the one who sent condolences to their wives and families, if they had any, and the one who actively participated in police searches.


People were very naïve sometimes. They had no idea appearances could be deceiving.


What they thought was good, might be dark.

What they thought was dark, might be the only salvation to human kind.


“Mercy.” The fucker was choking on his own blood; his voice was barely a whisper, and his eyes were wide with fear. It made me chuckle.


“Never.” I held the knife, small but sharp, and engraved small patterns on his back, which earned me another cry of pain. The familiar, disgusting smell of urine filled the air. How many fucking times could this guy piss his pants? Adjusting my nose mask better on my face, I continued to write the names on his back, so he would know what the fuck he suffered for.


You’d probably think I was a monster.


Well, you wouldn’t be wrong. 


I loved torture and pain, but only when I was the one to inflict it.


I was the witness, judge, and executioner all at once. 


No one knew better than I did what it was like to be in their position.


Helpless.


Afraid.


Starved.


Neglected.


And in pain.


Always in fucking pain.


No one was born a monster.


He made me the person I was, and I was glad for his ‘gift.’


Sociopath took care of men like him, made sure they suffered to death. They would never get an easy death from me. I’d make them suffer for all the shit they’d done. It was fun and well deserved. 


Mercy. What a funny concept.


I would never have mercy for anyone in this world, let alone for people who were the same monsters as I was. 


Life wasn’t that generous.


I was not that generous.


No one knew about it; no one knew my name. They only knew a nickname.


Sociopath.


And those who received an e-mail with that name knew the end was coming.


It was part of my high, to watch them for weeks being cautious, uneasy, and frightened of every step. They knew why they would suffer. 


Life was fucking great.


It thrilled me.


And I never wanted more.


Women were interchangeable, and I only used them when I needed a cover.


I never wanted to touch them, never wanted them to touch me. Fucking hated any physical contact with them longer than what was necessary. I never allowed them to touch my dick, or any other part of my body. I had to learn how to please them, so they wouldn’t try any stupid moves.


Sex was a chore, a necessary weapon to use when information or access was needed. Nothing more, nothing less. 


Until I met her.


Meeting her changed something inside me, and my control snapped. 


She was a target, just like everyone else. One touch from her, and she became my everything.


Instead of being repulsed by her, I yearned to touch her, and for her to become undone under me. My head was filled with images of our bodies covered in sweat when she was spread on the mattress in my dungeon, her body covered in my bite marks of ownership.


I never wanted to hurt her, but I wanted to own her. Brand her as mine for the world to see and accept me as I was.


She had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen; it was like looking into the clear blue sky.


They were warm and beautiful.


Sapphire.


My Sapphire.


If I were a better man, I would have left her alone and never made her part of my life.


But I was a monster.


And monsters didn’t have hearts.


V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen.
Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it.When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.





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