Guest Post: Retribution by Natasha Knight

I am more than a bit excited to have one of my favorite authors visiting me today with an excerpt from what I think may be my favorite book of hers to date, and that’s saying something since I read everything she puts out.  If you haven’t had the pleasure of reading any of Natasha Knight’s work yet, you are missing out. Particularly if you like dark, edgy romances that take you on an emotional rollercoaster ride, but will leave you feeling jubilant in the end.  And have I mentioned how hot her sex scenes are? They had my iPad smoldering from the heat!   Welcome, Natasha.




Hi Livia, thank you so much for having me on your blog today! I’m here with my new release, Retribution, which I’m so thrilled you enjoyed! It’s the dark romance between Adam and Elle, two people destined to go through what seems like hell together. In this scene below, Adam has just saved Elle from some pretty bad guys and she wonders why they keep meeting ‘accidentally’, throwing Adam off and exposing him, at least a little. This is the beginning of the scene where ultimately, Adam will kidnap Elle and execute his plan for revenge. The scene is told from Adam’s point of view…



“And who have you managed to photograph thus far who you’d expose?” I asked.

“Don’t patronize me,” Elle said, putting her glass down hard enough that red liquid splashed onto the coffee table.

I gave her a look to remind her what I’d said earlier about having had enough.

“I’m not patronizing you, but I’d like to know how you planned to go about your rather naive idea of an exposé. You do realize the people you’d be dealing with would become quite dangerous if forced into the situation you’re wanting to put them in.”

“You mean like they could carry guns inside their jackets?”

I had to smile. “I know the neighborhood I’m going into.”

“Me, too.”

“Clearly, because you seemed to be in complete control of the situation tonight.”

She stood, stumbling a little. I rose, taking hold of her arms to steady her. Neither of us needed another incident where she’d be getting more stitches.

“What do you care, anyway?” she snapped.

“So should I have driven on, then? Should I have left you there to fend for yourself? Turned the other way?”

“You know what, Adam? Screw you,” she said, trying to shrug out of my hold.

It took all I had to contain my laughter, but when she raised her hand in an effort to slap me, any allowance on my side ended. Catching her wrist, I twisted her arm, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“You know what, little girl? You need to realize you’re out of your league. You played with fire tonight, and you would have been burnt badly if I hadn’t shown up when I did.”

“And how did that happen at precisely the moment I was there? Are you following me?”

I felt my face tighten and forced myself to take a deep breath before pushing her to sit on the sofa. I leaned in close, our faces almost touching, my voice lowered to the edge of a threat. “You need to learn gratitude because all you’ve got right now is a whole lot of attitude. But I guess Daddy didn’t teach you that, did he? Why should he? All he knows is how to take.”

Everything stopped.

I realized my mistake instantly.

“W-What?” she whispered, her face different, her eyes searching.

I released her and stepped back, my gaze faltering as I ran a hand through my hair. “Just say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

I picked up my jacket and the gun I’d placed beneath it. Tucking it into its holster, I went toward the door, turning once, pushing the hair from my face. “I’ll take you to get your car tomorrow morning. Don’t go back there without me, understand?”

She nodded, confusion still clear in her eyes.

I walked out the door, reaching the elevator, pushing the button to call it.


I smashed my fist into the wall. I’d let her get to me. It had been so fucking easy for her to rile me. And with my slip, she’d have questions. Time to move things along. Why the fuck did I prolong the inevitable anyway? I had one plan, one goddamned thing to do. Break the girl. That was all.

And I was fucking it up royally.




Payback’s a bitch — or it would be for Elle.

Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she’d endured hell. Somehow, she’d survived it. Someway, she’d escaped her captors. But it hadn’t mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming.

Fifteen years I’d been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he’d done.

Killing him was too easy. Too quick. No. There was a much better way to exact revenge.

Take what he loved best.

Break it.

Break her.

I just didn’t realize that in the process of destroying the girl, I’d destroy myself.


“I only want your pain.”

I hadn’t understood what those words meant, not really. Not until he made me understand.

I noticed Adam the very first day he moved into my building. He was a badass on a bike in a thousand-dollar suit. When he looked at me, it was with a hunger just this side of obscene.

Our meetings were strange, accidental. Too coincidental. There was something about Adam. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.

Something I couldn’t resist.

He told me I didn’t know him. He warned me to run as far from him as I could. He was moody. Dark. I’d found it romantic. I didn’t know and wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he’d meant for me to heed his warnings. That some part of him had hoped I would run, that I would escape him.

For too many years, vengeance had fueled him. It had taught him hate. The object of that hate? My father. And me? I was the means to my father’s end. Adam would destroy my father by destroying me.

I accused him of being a monster, of being no different than those who took his sister, but even in the harshest moments, all I could see in his eyes was pain. And like a fool, all I wanted was to touch that darkness.

To make it light.

Retribution is a full-length, stand-alone Dark Romantic Suspense novel. NO Cliffhanger. Intended for mature readers. BDSM content. Dub-con/Non-con.

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