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J M Darhower
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The hot, dry air burned Haven’s chest. She gasped, struggling to breathe, as the dust kicked up by her frantic feet made it hard for her to see. It wasn’t as if it would help anyway, since it was pitch black out and she had no idea where she was. Everything appeared the same in every direction, nothing but desert all around.

Her feet felt like they were on fire as every muscle in her body screamed for her to stop. It grew harder and harder to continue with each step, her strength deteriorating as her adrenaline faded. A bang rang out, her footsteps faltering as she swung in the direction of the noise, spotting a faint glow of light in the distance. A house.

She darted toward it, trying to yell for help but no sound escaped her throat. Her body revolted against her, giving out when she needed it most. The light grew brighter the harder she ran until all she saw was a flash of white. Blinded, she tripped and collapsed to the ground, pain running through her in waves as the light surrounding her burned out entirely.

The basement was dark and damp, the only exit a set of metal doors locked with heavy chains. With no windows, it was sweltering, the air polluted with the stench of sewer. Dried blood tinged the concrete floor like old splatters of red paint, a grotesque canvas of prolonged misery.

Haven lay in the corner, her frail body unmoving, except for the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Her long brown hair, usually somewhat frizzy, was so matted it appeared only half its length. By society’s standards, she was as sickly as they come. Jutting collarbones and limbs like twigs, her ribs could be counted through her bruised and bloodied skin. She thought herself to be healthy, though. She’d seen people worse than her before.

The day had begun like every other. Haven woke up at dawn and spent most of the morning cleaning. In the afternoon she spent some time with her mama, the two of them sitting against the side of the old wooden house. Neither spoke as the sound of the television filtered out of an open window above them. The news told of a hurricane brewing in the south and a war waging in Iraq, the significance of both lost on Haven.

Her mama said listening to it was a waste of time, because their slice of the world was barely a blip on the big radar, but Haven couldn’t help herself. The five o’clock news was the highlight of her day. She needed to feel like she was real, that something—or someone—she’d had contact with still existed out in the world, somewhere.

Screaming started inside the house, interrupting the news as fighting made its way into the living room. Haven climbed to her feet, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, when she heard something that stopped her in her tracks. “I want the girl gone!”

“I know, Katrina! I’m working on it!”

“Not hard enough!” Katrina was the lady of the house, a harsh woman with short black hair and wickedly pointy features. “Get rid of her already!”

Get rid of her already. The words suffocated Haven. The fighting moved from the living room to upstairs, their voices fading as tense silence crept in.

She was in serious trouble.

“This world’s scary,” her mama whispered. “People will hurt you. They’ll do things to you, sick things . . . the kind of things I hope you never know about. And they’ll trick you. They’ll lie to you. You have to be on guard at all times, baby girl.”

Haven didn’t like where the conversation was going. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you need to know,” she said. “You have to run.”

Haven stared at her in disbelief. “Run?”

“Yes, tonight. There’s more to life than this, and I’m afraid of what will happen if you stay here.”

“But I can’t run, Mama. I don’t know what’s out there!”

“People out there can help you.”

Tears formed in Haven’s eyes. “I can’t leave you.”

“It’s the only way,” she said. “You have to get away from here, find someone and tell them who you are. They’ll—”

“Save you?” Haven asked, finishing her sentence. “Will they come here?”

“Maybe.” Something sparked in her eyes. Hope?

“Then I’ll do it,” Haven said, “for you.”

After nightfall, when Haven thought no one would look for her until morning, she quietly slipped away. She ran for the world outside of the ranch, determined to find help so she’d never have to return.

Waking up in the musty basement, she realized she’d failed.

A clanking jolted Haven awake, a blinding light assaulting her. Cringing, she noticed the doors open and someone standing a few feet away. A man with olive skin approached, his dark hair slicked back on his head. He wore black pants and a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Haven gaped at the silver gun holstered to his belt.

Her voice cracked. “Are you the police?”

The man knelt near her, setting a small black bag on the floor. He didn’t answer but gave her a bemused smile as he pressed his large palm to her forehead.

Haven closed her drowsy eyes and got lost in the silence until the man finally spoke. She opened her eyes again, surprised by his gentle tone, but recoiled when she met a hostile glare.

Behind the stranger stood someone she knew well. Michael, or Master as he preferred to be called, scowled at her with his dark eyes, the whites of them dingy yellow. His lip was curled in a sneer, his wiry hair graying around the ears.

“Relax, child,” the stranger said. “It’s going to be all right.”

She looked at him, wondering if she could believe it, and panicked when he pulled a needle out of his bag. She whimpered, trying to move away, but he grabbed her and jabbed it into her shoulder blade.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, letting go and handing the offending little weapon to Michael. “I’m only trying to help.”

“Help?” Her mama had told her people out there would help, but she’d also warned her that some of them would lie. Haven wasn’t sure which group this man fell in to, but she leaned toward the latter.

“Yes, help.” The man stood. “You need to rest. Save your energy.”

He walked away, and her master followed him without saying a word. Haven lay there, too drained to make sense of it, and her eyes closed when she heard their voices again.

“She looks horrible!” the man yelled, all trace of kindness gone. “How could you let this happen, Antonelli?”

“I didn’t mean for it to,” Michael said. “I didn’t know she’d try to run!”

“This started before yesterday, and you know it! You should’ve been watching her!”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” Haven started to slip away, but before sleep took her, the man spoke once more. “I’ll give you what you want for her, but I’m not happy about this. At all.”

Haven awoke later, still on the concrete floor. Every inch of her ached, and she grimaced as she struggled to sit up. A throat cleared nearby, the stranger once again standing in the basement with her. “How do you feel?”

She wrapped her arms protectively around herself as he moved toward her. “Okay.”

His voice was calm but firm. “The truth.”

“Sore,” she reluctantly admitted. “My head hurts.”

“I’m not surprised.” He knelt down and reached toward her, the movement making her flinch. “I’m not going to hit you, child.”

He felt her forehead and grasped her chin, surveying her face. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, although something about him struck her as familiar. She thought she might’ve seen him from a distance before, one of the visitors she’d been kept away from throughout the years. “I’m Dr. Vincent DeMarco.”

“Doctor?” They’d never gotten medical attention before, even for the severest of problems.

“Yes, I’m a doctor,” he said, “but I’m also an associate of the Antonellis. I arrived after you went missing. You suffered a minor concussion, and you’re dehydrated, but there’s no permanent damage that I can see. You’re lucky you were found. You could’ve died out there.”

A sinking feeling settled into the pit of Haven’s stomach, a small part of her wishing she would have. It had to be better than being killed at the hands of a monster.

Dr. DeMarco looked at his watch. “Do you think you can walk? We should leave soon.”

“We?”

“Yes, you’re going to be staying with me now.”

She shook her head, cringing as her pain intensified. “I can’t leave my mama. She needs me!”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you ran away.”

She tried to explain, her words sluggish. “They were going to kill me. I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice, child,” he said. “In fact, you have one right now.”

“You’re giving me a choice?”

“Of course I am. You can come with me.”

“Or?”

He shrugged. “Or you stay here, and I’ll leave... --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

Présentation de l'éditeur

This is a story about sacrifice... death... love... freedom. This is a story about forever. Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco had vastly different childhoods. Haven, a second-generation slave, grew up isolated in the middle of the desert, her days full of hard work and terrifying abuse. Carmine, born into a wealthy Mafia family, lived a life of privilege, never having to answer for anything he did. Both now seventeen, a twist of fate causes their worlds to collide, making them question everything they ever believed. Entangled in a web of secrets and lies, they learn that while different on the surface, they have more in common than anyone would think. In a world full of chaos, where money and power rule, Haven and Carmine yearn to break free, but a string of events that started before either were born threatens to destroy them instead. Murder and betrayal are a way of life, and nothing comes without a price-- especially not freedom. How much will they have to sacrifice? Can they escape their pasts? And, most of all, what does it mean to be free? Not everything is as it seems, and no one can possibly come out unscathed, but maybe, just maybe, it’ll be worth it in the end.

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  • Broché: 529 pages
  • Editeur : CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (29 janvier 2012)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 1456527738
  • ISBN-13: 978-1456527730
  • Dimensions du produit: 22,9 x 15,2 x 2,7 cm
  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 5.0 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (2 commentaires client)
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Bouleversant 15 mai 2012
Par Julie TOP 500 COMMENTATEURS
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Une histoire bouleversante, émotionnellement dure, et pourtant magnifique.
Je dois avouer qu'il m'a fallu une bonne vingtaine de pages avant de comprendre que 1) non, ce n'était pas un roman historique, 2) oui, Haven et sa mère sont pourtant bien des esclaves, 3) ce livre allait me faire pleurer. Eh bien ça n'a pas manqué !

L'auteur s'attaque ici à un sujet peu abordé dans la romance, celui des esclaves de nos jours, des femmes enlevées à leur famille et qui vivent comme des animaux, maltraitées par leurs maîtres. Lorsque s'ouvre le roman, Haven est une jeune fille de dix-sept ans, née d'une mère déjà esclave et qui sert des maîtres cruels. Elle vit dans le désert, ne connaît rien du monde « de dehors ». Un soir, sa mère lui dit de fuir car elle sait que ses maîtres veulent la tuer. Rattrapée, elle est battue et enfermée. Lorsqu'elle reprend connaissance, c'est pour découvrir qu'un docteur l'a racheté et qu'il l'emmène au loin. Mais ce n'est pas encore le chemin de la liberté pour la jeune fille...

Carmine a dix-sept ans. Il en fait voir de toutes les couleurs à son père. Il se bat, boit, fume, couche avec toutes les filles qu'il puisse trouver, ne travaille pas en cours... Il a déjà été envoyé plusieurs mois loin de la famille dans une institution. Pourtant, lorsqu'il revient, il n'a pas changé.

Lorsque son père apparaît après l'une de ses absences avec une jeune fille terrifiée, mal-nourrie, couverte de cicatrices et qui les appellent « maîtres », le sujet ne l'intéresse pas plus que cela.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Vivement recommandé 22 janvier 2013
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Esclavage, Mafia... Oui vous etes bien au 21ème siècle.
L'histoire d'Haven & Carmine, histoire de Liberté et de Rédemption.
Un Scarface teinté de destin et d'amour.Un père qui veut se racheter, un fils qui le fera sans s'en rendre compte.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Well Worth Your Money 2 février 2012
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This story is amazing. I had originally read the fanfic version of this story. When I found out she was publishing it as an actual book, I was extremely happy. It's an amazing story about love, freedom, death, and sacrificing. This story has a perfect balance of Love and drama. However, it is not recommended for everyone. The author writes about many heavy and dark subjects. I love the way the author writes. It's a story that is hard to put down. There are points when you want to stop reading because you don't want it to end but at the same time you just won't be able to stop. She manages to capture your attention and your emotions. Her characters aren't just like any characters. They become real, you fall in love with them. You find yourself feeling what they feel. This is definitely one of those stories that is a must read and a read more than once. Buying this book will be well worth it.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Sempre you own my ass. 3 février 2012
Par Vanessa - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Sempre was amazing. I was enamored from the get go. The mafia aspect made it suspenseful, the love story made my heart burst, the italian made me swoon, the human trafficking made me aware that it still exists today. i read it non-stop until i was done with it, i couldn't put it down. Also i loved the writing of J.M Darhower and i look forward to reading more of her work.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 2.5 Stars 21 février 2012
Par trinity - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Broché
I really wish I could give half stars. This is a 2.5 star review for me.

The story itself was gripping . . . when it finally got to the climax, and that didn't happen until the last third of the book. However, when a book is as riddled with grammatical errors as this one is, it's hard for me to take it very seriously. Little things like using apostrophes when they weren't necessary because a word was being pluralized instead of showing possession (this was particularly evident when pluralizing a family's name), using "that" instead of "who" when talking about people, and one glaring continuity error (referenced below) made enjoying this book very difficult.

I felt like for the first 2/3 of the book, there were a lot of needless details. I get why the author explained all the things Carmine and Haven did, and why she explained Vincent doing what he did to Haven on the anniversary of his wife's death. And it was nice to see Haven's first chance to celebrate holidays like Halloween and Christmas. The interactions with several minor characters didn't seem as essential as they were in the fanfiction, though.

The continuity error focused on the date of Maura's death. When Vincent goes to the cemetery to visit his wife's grave, it gives a date of death of 1996. From there on out, her murder is described as happening in 1997. In the long run, it was a minor detail, but it kept throwing me off.

I should note that I read this story to a certain point when it was available for free. The book version differs a lot from the fanfiction, and I have to give Ms. Darhower kudos for doing that. Sempre managed to keep my attention the way the fanfic could not. I enjoyed the book a lot more than the fanfiction. Again though, the grammatical errors really threw me off the entire time. Maybe mine is a technical brain, but I found myself annoyed at having to correct things in my head.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 WOW!!!! 5 FREAKING STARS!!! 20 décembre 2012
Par Jamie J. Berry - Publié sur Amazon.com
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This book was nothing short of AWESOME!!

Haven had a master.. she was born into slavery-- the current day traffic slavery where young woman are bought and sold and held against their will and owned, abused, and thought so little of. Her mother was owned and therefore she was owned. She was no one-- or so we think she's no one......

Carmine family is the mafia but he's only 17 and has not initiated and cannot until he is 18. He's been on a downward spiral for the last 10 years ever since his mother was shot and murdered in front of his eyes. He's the school quarterback, he's hot, he screws anything with a vajay-jay, drinks, smokes pot and snorts coke. He cares for NO ONE--- Until Haven

Carmine's dad brings Haven to live with them and turns Carmines world upside down. She brings his soul back to life, and he helps to give her the life she never dreamed up. Things get very complicated though. Haven has ties to his dead mother and to "the family". Everything was set in motion years ago for where they end up now and where their future is..

This book had it all... epic love that will twist your heart, make you sigh and smile out loud; sadness and gut wrenching moments that will bring tears to your eyes and clinch your fists; frustration that makes you want to talk out loud to your Kindle ( like I did like a crazy person). My heart raced through so much of this book.. it was non stop-- from page 1 until the end..

If you are considering reading this.. you absolutly should.. this book has something in it for everyone. It sat on my TBR list forever.. and I hate hate hate that I missed out and waited so long to read it.
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Not Even Worth The Kindle Price 8 février 2014
Par Cheryl Ann Roberts - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Format Kindle
"A sexy novel about two seventeen-year-olds—one a victim of human trafficking; the other the son of the man who enslaved her—who fall in love and question everything they ever believed…"

The above description is what drew me to this book. Not the sexy novel part, but the part about human trafficking. Really, how could someone fall in love with the son of the man who enslaved her?

After finishing the book, the above description isn't really all that accurate. She wasn't really a victim of human trafficking - she was born into the "slave" life. And he wasn't the son of the man who enslaved her, per se. Technically the man rescued her from her abusive Master.

The author begins with human trafficking statistics. She herself is deeply passionate about the human trafficking issue. However, this book really had nothing to do with human trafficking. If the author wanted to bring about an awareness she shouldn't have written such complacent characters.

And the characters? There wasn't a single one in the book worth my interest. It was laughable that Haven, the supposed "victim of human trafficking" turns out to be a mafia princess. From slavery, to Mafia, to Russians intruding on turfs, a kidnapping and a weak love story, this book was all over the place.

And yea, there's a sequel. I, for one, won't be wasting any more of my time with Carmine and Haven.
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