Flawed by Francette Phal
Release Date: November 18, 2014
That’s the only memory he carries from a childhood he does not remember. And now it is all he knows. Blood is his life.
Knox Bishop has done a lot of horrible things, all at the command of the man who holds his leash. It’s a matter of loyalty for him. Allegiance to the man who saved his life when he was a child. So he goes where he is needed and does what he is told. He tortures. He kills. He kills. He tortures. It is an unrelenting cycle that he constantly craves and can never quite satisfy.
Eighteen year old Lacey Barnes distributes her assets to fund her dreams. Medical school is the end game and she is determined to get there by any means necessary. But a family member’s careless mistake derails her plans and now she must pay a price in order to save him.
She goes to Knox willingly offering him the only valuable thing she has. Herself. In doing so he allows her into his world, a world filled with darkness but rather than being scared it intrigues her. It lures her, calls to something in her that she hadn’t known existed until he awakened it.
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Francette definitely has handed me loads of information in the first novel of the Butcher series to process. If you like dark novels, Flawed is black (and red). If you like novels that take your mind on endless turns and speculations, Flawed accomplishes that within the first chapter. Lacey is the red I see in this novel. We’re with her the majority of the time and choices I saw her making and doing had me sometimes gawking, grinning, or gnawing in pain. The red symbolizes the pain Lacey’s experienced in her childhood, the pain she feels emotionally and physically from her ‘jobs’ and Knox, the red of anger she feels towards her Mom and brother because she has to pick up their messes, and the red of embarrassment mixed with rage in regards to how her peers treat and speak of her. Then we have Knox, he’s the black I see in this novel. We’re in his head part of the time during this novel, and holy shit is it dark in there!! The black symbolizes the abyss of where his darkness derives from, the indescribable depths of feeling rejected and in the dark throughout his whole life, he’s the one others turn to when they want darkness for others, and the darkness he keeps himself in by not letting anyone get close to him. When the colors red and black smear together I imagine pain from Knox resulting in blood from Lacey. I also see a cloudy image, signifying what the both of them are denying yet want to fight for to find the vivid image. I can’t put into words all the places my mind went to while reading this novel, but although it was black and red, I kept reading and found myself wanting the answers and hoping that there was a light in there. There light is the red, Lacey and I’m ready (so ready) to see where Francette goes with Knox and Lacey in the second novel. The last chapter is my hope, my hope that Knox’s black can maybe turn to gray. I will say one thing in regards to Katia, she needs to go…and I hope Knox gives it to her good! (Ahhhh see what you’ve done to me, Francette!!) Give this a try and find your next crush!! Rating: 4 stars
Every once in a while a book comes along that unexpectedly yet completely blows your mind. Flawed is that story. A read so dark (and I love “dark”) all throughout I kept asking myself “what in the **** am I reading????!!!???” Flawed is raw, gritty, dark……and yet, so intriguing. A must read that will have your mind spinning with every turn of the page. I’m still trying to process my thoughts, opinions, feelings in the most fantastic way……I’m at a loss for words. What you feel for Knox one minute, will most definitely change the next. The same holds true for Lacey. My thoughts and opinions seemed to change at a rapid fire pace. It was pretty fantastic really. Twisted, edgy, haunting to the point of beautiful….delve into the realm of Knox and Lacey and you will be left with a need for more. More what you ask? I can’t even begin to answer that question for myself ~ I just know that I want…….more
~ 4 ~ Knox & Lacey will have your mind spinning ~ Stars
Giveaway ENTER HERE
I’m not what you would call normal. The word has no meaning to me. But I’ve been pretending to act normal. It’s something I’ve been practicing since I’ve been aware of the thrum and its significance in my life. I was seven when I first heard the lullaby. Second grade, just before recess. It happened in a squall. Nothing and then all at once. I remember everything about that day. The bell rang and the other children went to play. Not me. Never me. I always stayed behind, mostly by choice, but never contested because the other children thought I was weird. I think maybe they unconsciously knew that I was lacking something fundamental. Something they all had and I didn’t, and maybe even never had at all. Whatever it was, I was alienated, excluded from their games. But I couldn’t say it bothered me. I was indifferent to it. Katia would sometimes play with me. Yuri’s youngest daughter, my adoptive sister, kept me company when she wasn’t with her own friends. But she’d been home sick that day.
In the small classroom with its oversized, rainbow-colored letters hanging over the chalkboard and tiled number blocks littering the carpeted floor, I sat in the beanbag chair staring fixatedly at the class pet. Sweet Ms. Devon always stayed with me but she’d left for a moment. A moment to heat her lunch. A moment to speak to a fellow staff member in the teachers’ lounge. But it’d been a moment too long for me. The noise in my head had been too loud. The urge too strong. The pink-eyed little rabbit, Mr. Apples, and the yellow pair of scissors sitting blades down in Ms. Devon’s “Best Teacher” mug had been too much of a temptation for me to resist.
The pounding of my heart. The lullaby and the thrum. The latch had given way beneath my shaking fingers, soaked with apprehension and anticipation. The struggle. The frantic movement of something living, something warm, with the same accelerated heartbeat as mine grappling for life. Desperate for freedom even while knowing the inevitable hand of death loomed was intoxicating. The thrill, the excitement, the sweet seductive power. I swam in it. Like too much candy on Halloween. Too much ice cream in the summer. It had been a quick death for Mr. Apples. It had been crude. Amateurish. But ever so effective in quieting the discord of my mind.
Poor, sweet Ms. Devon came to find me on the floor of the overly-bright classroom. Huddled on the floor, covered in Mr. Apples. She’d been one to smile a lot. But I stole her smile that day and replaced it with horror instead. Her pretty features contorted like a Kabuki mask.
About the Author
Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.