by J.M. Darhower

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A sexy ebook 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…

Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco grew up under vastly different circumstances. Haven, a second-generation slave, was 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 and excess.

Now, a twist of fate causes their worlds to collide. 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 began before either of them were born threatens to destroy them instead. Murder and betrayal are a way of life, and nothing comes without a price—especially not freedom. But how much will they have to sacrifice? Can they escape their pasts? And, most of all, what does it mean to be free?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781476734194
Publisher: Pocket Star
Publication date: 11/25/2013
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 300
Sales rank: 432,641
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

J.M. Darhower lives in a tiny town in the Carolinas with her family.

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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.”


“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.”


He shrugged. “Or you stay here, and I’ll leave without you. But before you decide, tell me something. You ran away because you thought they were going to kill you. What do you think they’ll do to you now?”

She stared at her dirt-caked feet. “So I either go with you or I die? What kind of choice is that?”

“One I suppose you won’t like making,” he said, “but it is a choice, nonetheless.”

Tense silence brewed between them. Haven didn’t like this manipulating man. “What do you want me for?”

She was used to being punished for speaking out of turn, but she had nothing to lose. What would he do, kill her?

“I never said I wanted you, but I’m a busy man. I can use someone to cook and clean.”

“You can’t pay someone?” She regretted the question immediately and backtracked. “At least it would be legal. I think this is illegal. Isn’t it?”

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure.

“I suppose it technically is, but—”

Before he could finish, shouts rang out above them in the house. Haven flinched at the loud thump and startled cry, tears stinging her eyes when she realized Michael was hurting her mama.

Dr. DeMarco sighed. “Look, I’m not going to wait around all night waiting for you. If you don’t want my help, so be it. Stay here and die.”

The man stood to leave. Haven climbed to her feet, muttering, “Why me?” She wanted to believe there was a point to it all, but she wasn’t sure anymore.

He gave a slight shake of the head. “I wish I knew.”

The soles of Haven’s feet burned as Dr. DeMarco led her out of the basement. “I’m not chasing you if you run,” he said, laughing bitterly when her panicked eyes darted to his gun. “I’m not going to shoot you, either.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” he said. “I’ll shoot your mother instead.”

She gasped as he let go of her arm. “Please don’t hurt her!”

“Stay where you are and I won’t have to,” he said, walking away.

Although her legs were weak and she felt dizzy, Haven refused to move an inch as he disappeared inside the house. The sky glowed bright orange as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting distorted shadows along the ground in front of her. She didn’t know what day it was, had no clue how much time had passed. She scanned what she could see of the property, searching for some sign of her mama. She wanted to call out to her, to find her. She wanted to ask what she was supposed to do.

But her mama never appeared. The sun disappeared, and out of the darkness came Dr. DeMarco again. He didn’t look at her as he opened a door to a black car. “Time to go.”

Timidly, Haven slid into the rigid passenger seat and peered around as he slammed the door. The harsh stench of fresh leather in the confined space made her feel like a weight was pressing on her chest. She had trouble breathing, struggling to stay calm when he climbed in beside her. Dr. DeMarco frowned as he reached into the backseat for his bag. He pulled out another needle and stuck her without a word.

Blackness came again.

The small road cut through the dense forest, the painted lines so faded it appeared made for one car. A new highway diverted traffic from the area, so the only people who navigated there were locals and those who lost their way. Haven lay slumped over in the passenger seat of a car, woozy as she watched the trees whipping past in the darkness. She turned from the window, fighting sickness. Her eyes found the clock on the dashboard, the numbers glowing a quarter after twelve.

She’d been out for hours.

“I didn’t mean to sedate you for so long,” Dr. DeMarco said, noticing her movement. “You slept the entire flight.”

“In an airplane?” He nodded. It was her first time even being near a plane. She wasn’t sure whether to be glad it was over or disappointed she’d missed it. “Where are we now?”

“Almost home.”

Home. Haven didn’t know what that meant.

“Before we get there, I want to make something clear,” Dr. DeMarco said. “You’re going to have some normalcy living with us, but don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I expect your loyalty, and if you betray my trust in any way, there will be consequences. As long as you remember that, we won’t have any problems.” He paused. “I want you to be comfortable with us, though, so you can speak freely as long as you’re respectful.”

“I’d never disrespect you, sir.”

“Never say never. Sometimes we don’t realize when we’re being disrespectful.” Haven wondered what he meant by that, but he didn’t explain. “Do you have any questions?”

“You said ‘us.’ Do you have a family?”

“I do. I have two sons, ages seventeen and eighteen.”

“Oh.” She was on the verge of panicking. She hadn’t been around many people her age and had never had any contact with teenage boys. Studying him, she noticed the plain gold band gleaming under the moonlight on his left hand. Married. “And your wife, sir? Their mama?”

The moment the question came from her lips, Dr. DeMarco’s demeanor shifted. His posture stiffened and his jaw clenched as he stared straight ahead, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned as white as bone, conversation ceasing.

So much for speaking freely.

The car turned off the pavement and drove down a bumpy path that cut through the dense trees. They came to a clearing, and Haven gaped at the house that came into sight. The old plantation home stood three stories high, with columns spanning the height of the structure. The white paint was faded, tinting the exterior a dull gray. A large porch wrapped around the first floor, with smaller ones running the lengths of the second and third.

Dr. DeMarco parked between a smaller black car and a silver one, and Haven stepped out cautiously, taking in her surroundings. All she could see in the darkness beyond were trees, while a porch light made the gravel faintly visible beneath her feet. Dr. DeMarco grabbed his luggage before heading toward the front door, and she limped behind with empty hands, having nothing of her own to carry. She’d never had much, all of her clothes ragged hand-me-downs that she’d left behind without a choice.

After stepping onto the porch, Dr. DeMarco pressed his finger to a small panel on a rectangular keypad. It beeped before he opened the door. Haven stepped into the house, pausing as he closed the door and punched something into an identical keypad on the inside.

A green light flashed as a lock clicked into place, the door automatically securing itself. “It’s wired into a computer network,” Dr. DeMarco explained. “The house is impenetrable, the glass bulletproof and windows nailed shut. You need a code or fingerprint authorization to get in or out.”

“What happens if there’s a power failure, sir?”

“It’s on a backup generator.”

“And if the generator doesn’t work?”

“Then I suppose you’ll stay locked inside until power’s restored.”

“Will I have a code?”

“Maybe someday, when I feel I can trust you with one,” he said. “After what you pulled in Blackburn, I’m sure you can understand my position. I’m a lot closer to civilization than they were.”

She couldn’t understand his position, refused to try. “What happens if there’s an emergency?”

“There are ways around the system, but I don’t foresee any situations that require you to know those tricks.”

“But what if there’s a fire and I need to get out?”

Dr. DeMarco gazed at her. “You’re a crafty one, aren’t you?” Before she could respond, he turned away. “I’ll show you around.”

Straight in front of them was the family room, with several couches and a television on one of the walls. A fireplace was tucked in the back beside a piano, the wooden floor shining from the glow of the moon streaming through the large windows. To the left was a kitchen filled with stainless-steel appliances, an island in the center with pots and pans hanging above it. The dining room behind that had the longest table Haven had ever seen, big enough to accommodate fourteen. She wondered how often all those seats were taken, unable to imagine cooking for that many people. To the right were a bathroom and a laundry room, as well as an office tucked underneath the staircase.

The second floor belonged to Dr. DeMarco—a bedroom and a bathroom, along with another office and a spare room. Some of the doors had keypads beside them, a sign Haven wouldn’t be going into those rooms.

They continued up to the third floor, the stairs ending in a large open space. A window lined the back wall, in front of it stood a table with two plush gray chairs. The other three walls held doors leading to bedrooms, but the area itself was packed full of bookcases. Hundreds of dusty books lined the shelves. Haven stared in shock, having never dreamed of seeing so many before.

“Our library,” Dr. DeMarco said. “It doesn’t get much use and I imagine it still won’t, considering Antonelli said you couldn’t read.”

Haven could feel his eyes on her, but she remained quiet and didn’t meet his gaze.

A door opened nearby and a boy stepped out from one of the bedrooms. He was tall and lanky, with shaggy brown hair. Dr. DeMarco turned to him. “Dominic, this is, uh . . . She’s going to be staying here.”

Dominic eyed her curiously. “Hey.”

“Hello, sir,” she said, her voice shaky.

His laughter echoed through the room. “Oh, that won’t do. Just call me Dom.”

Dom headed downstairs as Dr. DeMarco led her across the library, striding past the middle door without a word and stopping at the last. “This is where you’ll sleep. Go in. I’ll be back.”

Haven hesitantly stepped inside. The furniture, the curtains, and the carpet were all plain, everything a dull white with dustings of wood. Most of the house held the same effect, the walls empty and rooms uncluttered. There were no pictures and no knick-knacks, nothing to hold any sentimental value. Nothing to give her any idea of what type of people she was dealing with.

She still stood just inside the doorway when Dr. DeMarco returned with a pile of clothes. “They’ll be big, but at least they’re clean.”

She took them. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Get cleaned up and settle in. This is your home now, too.”

He’d said it again. Home. She had lived with the Antonellis her entire life and never heard it referred to as home.

Dr. DeMarco walked away but stopped after a few steps. “Oh, and help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you’re hungry, but don’t try to burn down my house. Doing so won’t get you a code any faster. I’ll let you burn to death before I let you outsmart me.”

Haven ran her hand along the fluffy comforter. She’d never had a bed before, much less a bedroom of her own. Her nights in Blackburn had been spent in the stables, in a back stall on a worn-down mattress with some of the springs exposed. The temperature was comfortable there at night, so she hadn’t had much use for blankets, one of the ratty covers they kept for the horses enough for the occasions it did get cold. She preferred not to use them, because they were itchy on her skin, nothing like the material against her fingertips now.

After stripping out of her old clothes, Haven went into the connecting bathroom. A large tub sat in the corner with a long counter and a sink across from it, a rectangular mirror on the wall above the sink.

Hesitantly, Haven surveyed her reflection, her sunken cheeks and the cuts covering her face. A bruise ran along the right side of her jaw while blood caked her hairline from a gash in her forehead.

It was like a layer of dirt had settled on her body, tinting her skin a slightly darker shade, but it wasn’t enough to cover her scars. There were dozens she could see and even more on her back, constant reminders of what she’d been through. The bruises faded and sometimes so did the memories, but the scars . . . the scars remained.

She drew a bath and slid into it, hissing as the scalding water came into contact with her skin. She scrubbed every inch of her body raw as tears pooled in her eyes, overwhelmed and unsure about what would come of her. Dr. DeMarco had been civilized, but she wasn’t fooled by his gentle voice and small tokens of independence. Nothing came without a price. While Dr. DeMarco might not have looked like a monster, she wasn’t naïve enough to believe one didn’t live inside of him, lurking under the surface.

Experience told her one always did.

She got out after the water cooled and found a towel in a small cabinet. It smelled like flowers and was soft against her skin as she wrapped it around her body. Heading back into the bedroom, she grabbed the clothes and slipped on the black flannel pants. They hung limp on her frail form, and she had to roll them up to keep them in place. She grabbed a white t-shirt and unfolded it, noticing the football on the front. Turning it over, she flinched at the big black number 3 covering the back.

Time passed slowly as sleep evaded Haven. She huddled under the blanket, trying to find comfort, but the stillness was unsettling. It was too new, too foreign. A prickly sensation crept across her skin as the walls closed in on her, hunger and anxiety taking its toll.

In the early morning hours, it got to be too much, and she quietly slipped downstairs. The hallways were dark, but she noticed a subtle glow of light in the kitchen. Tiptoeing to the doorway, she peeked inside and saw a boy in front of the refrigerator. He was a few inches taller than her, his skin the color of coffee with a lot of extra cream. A few days’ worth of stubble accented his sharp features, and his thick hair was dark, shorter on the sides than on the top. His gray shirt hugged his chest, the short sleeves shoved up to his shoulders. Ink marked his right arm, a tattoo she couldn’t make out in the darkness, and he had on a pair of pants identical to the ones she wore.

He drank juice from a glass, unaware of her presence, and Haven took a step back to flee. The movement caught his eye, and he turned in her direction, the drink slipping from his hand when he spotted her. It hit the floor and shattered, the spray of liquid soaking his pants.

Jumping back, he looked down at himself. “Shit!”

The curse sent Haven into a panic, and she darted forward to clean up the mess. He bent down at the same moment Haven dove to his feet, their heads colliding. The force knocked him backward, a piece of jagged glass stabbing him when he caught himself on the floor. He cursed again as blood oozed from the small gash and stuck his wounded thumb into his mouth. She noticed, as she looked at him, a scar running through his right eyebrow, slicing it in half.

His gaze lifted, a pair of vibrant green eyes greeting Haven, intense passion swirling in the color that took her breath away. She broke eye contact, her chest tightening as she snatched a towel from the counter to clean up the juice. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pushed the glass into a pile, but she was disrupted when his hand seized her wrist. She yelped at the zap of static electricity, and he blinked rapidly, just as caught off guard.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, gripping her tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Please don’t punish me.”

Before either could get out another word, the overhead light flicked on and Dr. DeMarco’s harsh voice rang out. “Let her go!”

The boy dropped her wrist so fast it was as if he’d been savagely burned. “Sorry,” he said, the word barely audible as he climbed to his feet.

Haven struggled to breathe as Dr. DeMarco poured a glass of water from the faucet and handed it to her. “Drink,” he commanded. She forced the water down and gagged, her stomach more interested in expelling its contents. “What happened here?”

They replied at the same time, answering in sync. “It was an accident.”

“It won’t happen again, sir,” Haven continued. “I swear.”

Dr. DeMarco blinked a few times. “It’s not often two people accept blame around here.”

As if on cue, the boy spoke again. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t really my fault. She scared me. She’s a fucking ninja or something.”

Dr. DeMarco pinched the bridge of his nose. “Watch your mouth, son. Go get ready for school.”

He started to argue, but Dr. DeMarco’s hand shot up to silence him. The sudden movement startled Haven. She recoiled, bracing to be struck.

The boy eyed her strangely. “What the hell’s wrong with—?”

“I said go!” Dr. DeMarco said. “I don’t have time for you.”

“Fine, what-the-fuck-ever.”

Dr. DeMarco turned to her after the boy stormed out. “He isn’t usually . . . well, never mind; that’s a lie. He is usually like this. He’s finicky and angry, but that’s neither here nor there. He’s set in his ways, and it doesn’t matter what I do. Carmine is who he is.”

Carmine. A strange name for a strange boy.

“Why are you up, anyway?” he asked. “I figured you’d sleep most of the day to recover.”

“I didn’t know what time I was supposed to get up.”

“You get up whenever you get up,” he said. “You can go back to bed now.”

“But what about—?”

He didn’t let her finish. “I’ll handle this. Don’t worry about doing anything today. Just rest.”

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Sempre (Forever) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 101 reviews.
Tammi_D More than 1 year ago
I started following this author when she wrote fanfiction. It was beautiful then and even more so seeing it in print. The book is about human trafficking, young love, redemption, trying to fight for the good even if you are on not exactly the right side of the road. J.M Darhower is a wonderful, delightful author. She makes you fall in love with her characters, you want to know what happens to them after the final word has been written. I could not put this book down. I needed to know what happened next. You will smile, laugh, and cry. Thank you J.M. for a wonderful book. Keep writing!!!!
FutureNovelist07 More than 1 year ago
J.M. Darhower amazes me without fail everything time I read her work!! The way she makes her characters jump out of the book and make it seem like reality, makes you want to take the tough journey along with Carmine and Haven. From reading EP on fanfiction to buying this story, I have learned to love more, realize the harshness of the world, but also that you need to take chances in life. I highly recommend this book to anyone and everyone. It not only makes you realize the harsh realities of human trafficking but it also lets you enter a world of utter love. For me personally, I have bought the paperback copy and ebook edition...I could not pass up having both copies. If you decide to buy this book (which you should!), you will not be disappointed!! :D
Laurielu1207 More than 1 year ago
Sempre by J.M. Darhower is an powerful, outstanding story that covers the gamut of the human condition while being a very sweet love story between two young adults whose lives have not been easy and have been emotionally traumatized. Haven Antonelli is brought into the DeMaro household as permanent housekeeper under the direction of Carmine’s father after extricating her from a very atrocious situation. As time goes on Carmine and Haven develop a steadfast relationship that is all about two different, yet not so different worlds coming together and deeply affecting each other by healing each other’s past and present emotional wounds. In addition, the ties she develops with Carmine’s brother, father, and friends assists in her metamorphasis into a very confident, lovely young woman from the scared person she was after the trauma she endured in her younger life of true slavery. The story that unfolds is gripping and perceptively emotional, yet moments of sweetness take over the depth of the story. A quality that softens the seriousness of the circumstances. Plus, ties to the mafia add to the intensity of the story as well as the family connections that are discovered that bind the young couple even closer to each other and binging them together forever (sempre). As the novel unfolds, the reader will excitedly find themselves turning the pages or hitting the forward button on their e-reader. J.M. Darhower writes with skill, purpose, and depth. This is one of the best stories of contemporary romance that I have read in a long time. Happy Reading from Bona Fide Reflections!!
MamaPhan More than 1 year ago
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.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved it. Great story and characters. Couldn't put it down, it kept my interest from beginning to end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sempre is one of those books that grips you heart and soul and takes you on such a ride that you physically feel it after you have closed the cover. As much as I'd like to, I can't deny that there is more reality to this fictional tale than I want to admit. I'm grateful to the author for touching the slavery and human trafficking issues still occurring in almost plain sight.  While Haven and Carmine are the central focus of the story, Dr. Vincent DeMarco is my favorite character. I especially enjoyed his times with his priest and at church. Their conversations and his refusal to take communion gave such insight to such a, at least superficially, complicated personality. His conversations with his mother were the absolute best though!  Looking forward to reading the next installment, as this story is not over. I feel Haven isn't the only one who will find her freedom in the end.
Kate_c77 More than 1 year ago
I have read other works by JM Darhower and I am still surprised by how well she writes. Her stories make you feel connected to the characters, despite how tragically different the characters lives are from your own. Her writing is direct, simple, yet extremely passionate full of foreshadowing. This book is a must read. It brings the subject of slavery to the forefront, forcing its readers to think about how good their own lives are. The characters are complex, beautiful, and tragic. Every page will suck you in further to the lives of these characters, and leaving you wishing for more pages to turn. Don't hesitate. Buy. xox
Anonymous 3 months ago
One of my favorite books!
bhwrn1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Oh, how I so wanted to like this book. Everyone I know loved it so much. It came so highly recommended. And yet, I just could not get into it.This is the story of Haven, a slave, who is "rescued" and taken to live with Dr. Demarco and his two sons, Dominic and Carmine. It's the story of how Haven slowly grows and eventually becomes free, while learning how to live on her and own and falling in love. It's the story about two young kids fighting to keep their love and their lives. A story of the mafia and it's rules; of death and destruction of family and lives. It's the story of things being withheld and everyone having secrets. It's the story of what it means to be a family and sacrifice everything for the ones you love.The concept of this story was really great. It's really a Cinderella story: Haven being the long lost Italian princess who is treated like the help. The story line is changed around a bit to include "step brothers" and a "step father" rather than the usual female leads. And eventually that family comes around to realize she has much worth.The story started off well, with a good amount of action. And then it just stalls. It felt like I was running through the same scenarios for the entire book: Haven is clueless, Carmine gets frustrated trying to teach her something, Haven learns that thing (sort of) and then they move on to the next thing, all the while falling in love.Part of my issue with this book could be that it was originally written as Twilight Fan Fiction. I found out this information right before I started the book, which (having just come down from a Fifty high and knowing what kind of writing that was) may have clouded my judgment a bit.The the writing was fairly good. I liked the use of the Italian throughout the book. It did give you more of a sense that they were connected to la famiglia. I did think that Carmine cursed too much. While this was supposed to show what his character was like, I think it was quite overdone.The other issue I had was the slowness of the book. It's so long and there is not much action. I kept waiting for something to happen. I had this anticipation which was never quenched. It's not until you get to the last 10% of the book where the story really takes off and things happen. Most of the book you are left in the dark, with the main characters saying "forget it" a lot when they don't want to explain things to each other. This is supposed to make it more suspenseful but with the book being so long it just seemed like it took forever to really get into the story line. About 1/2 way through the book we learn that Haven is not who we thought she was and this information is kept from her to protect her. I found this information confusing, to be honest. I didn't really grasp why they did not want her actual identity revealed. It didn't seem to me that it would have made such a huge difference in the organization.Honestly, I was just bored with this book. It took me over a week to read it, not usual for me when I'm really into a book and don't want to put it down.I give this book a 2.5/5 stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been waiting to read Sempre for a very long time. But I was let down. I was hoping for more of a romance between Carmine and Haven but didn't feel the connection. I'm not for sure if I will read the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. Haven is heartbreaking and beautiful. Carmine is heartbroken and sexy. They make an unlikely pair but I think that's why the story was so good. If you're a grammar nazi or you are expecting Jane Austen then don't bother reading this.
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Thoughts_and_Pens More than 1 year ago
This is a real gem. Can't believe it!  This is an overdue review, one of the leftovers of my ARC pile during my long hiatus.  And I must admit that I only forced myself to read it due to the fact that I should still fulfill my responsibility as a reviewer no matter how late my submission is.    I am very glad that I did because Sempre turned out to be a gem.  It was everything that I expected it to be when I sent in the request.    So I didn’t know that this book started to be as a Twilight FanFic until today and it somehow scared me.  I don’t think I can handle a repeat performance of Fifty Shades of Grey.  But OMG, this book was anything but Twilight.  The storyline alone was enough proof of that.  There’s modern day slavery here and violence… a lot of it.  With this said, I don’t think Sempre will be for everyone as it’s dark and messy.  I wouldn’t be surprised if some will DNF it even before they reach the second chapter.  But in my case, Sempre really connected with me in a lot of ways.   Where do I even begin? One of the primary reasons I requested this book is because of the synopsis.  Look at that.  It’s about the Mafia. And ever since I watched the Godfather, I developed this crazy fascination about the Mob.   The way they worked together, their hierarchy, the way they put the Mob first over their families are all interesting.  Sempre made me missed the Corleone family and how united they are despite the odds.  They are not good people…they’re despicable (beyond redemption maybe) but I admire how they protect their own.  The La Costa Nostra family in Sempre is also the same.  They’re f**** bastards with no hope of salvation….they murder, they rob, they enslave people… but when it comes to their women and children, the ruthless veneer comes off and you will find insecure, overemotional people who will do what it takes not to drag the former into the mess.  Oh, I am not saying that they should be forgiven… It’s just that there’s still good in there somewhere.   So aside from getting immersed into the Mafia way of life, another thing I liked about Sempre is the character development.  Obviously, because we’re talking about the Mafia here, there are so many characters to keep track of.  And as you know, a story with so many characters rarely succeeds in capturing the hearts of the readers.  But Sempre did not suffer that because the overall character development was awesome.  I am especially in awe with Vincent DeMarco, Corrado Moretti and of course, Carmine DeMarco—our male MC.  The latter could really curse well. What a broken…broken boy.  I do have an issue with our female lead, Haven Antonelli.  As I am writing this review, I still couldn’t figure whether to hate or love her.  For the most part, she maintained a passive stance, generally accepting of her life as a slave. And I don’t like it because I love feisty females. But I also reasoned out that making her the way she is was the most realistic course of action the author can take given the fact that she grew up as a slave.  Well, at least, I get to see her finally making decisions for herself and debating with male MC as we go deeper into the story.   The romance in Sempre was also remarkable.  I could not believe it either because the situation where our two main characters are in is quite doomed.  Add the fact that this book is New Adult which as you know is littered with crappy romance stories that are brimming with incessant sex and kissing.  But the romance in Sempre progressed nicely and the intimate moments were somewhat underplayed.  We get to see how our characters handled their relationship even though it was dangerous…even if the girl was a slave and the boy was the son of the slave’s master.  There will be a lot of people who will think that the relationship is going to be unhealthy but it wasn’t.  As a matter of fact, the relationship gradually turned them into better individuals.  They didn’t change overnight but you can see that they’re striving hard to be worthy of one another.   The plot was perfectly balanced.  There was romance and action that made me interested until the end.  Sensitive issues were also covered here.  Sempre’s story is not just about the cold-blooded killings, the cringe-worthy slavery, and the romance but it’s about rising above one’s baser nature… that even if our souls have been tainted with so much evil, we can still get up and start anew.     Overall, Sempre is a beautifully written story that took me on a wonderful journey… unexpected but definitely worth the 400+ pages. 
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Literary_Marie More than 1 year ago
Sempre is the first book in the Forever series by J.M. Darhower. Even though Sempre features two seventeen-year-olds, it is sexy with traces of a dark mystery. Haven is a second-generation slave and victim of human trafficking. It goes without saying that her life is full of abuse. Carmine was born into a Mafia family and happens to be the son of the man who enslaved Haven. What a twist! Fate causes Haven and Carmine's lives to cross and they are soon caught in a web of secrets, lies, betrayal and murder. Over 500 pages worth! I like big books and I cannot lie (¿ cue Sir Mix-a-Marie ¿). Sempre is very engaging. I was so caught up in the story that I lost track of time and didn't realize I was flipping hundreds of ePages. This novel can be categorized as young adult but young-to-middle aged women may enjoy the well written dark romance too. In the Author's Acknowledgements, she states that "while Sempre is a work of fiction, the concept of modern-day slavery is not make-believe. There are an estimated 27 million people in the world today who are coerced and forced into sexual or labor slavery." Darhower encourages us to become abolitionists. You have to love fiction with a cause!  Literary Marie of Precision Reviews
virginia2 More than 1 year ago
good book for rain or snow afternoon.....a bit too long tho
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a good book. I was at the edge of my seat any times.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
Without a doubt, one of the finest, most heart-breaking novels I have read in quite a while! A young girl is born a mafia slave, brutalized and beaten, she has never known freedom, until one powerful man takes her into his home in honor of his late wife, who felt a soul deep bond with the child. Haven Antonelli and Carmine DeMarco have nothing in common. She is the slave, a prisoner in the DeMarco home, and he is the godson of the Chicago mafia don, the local bad boy still reeling from the loss of his mother, the rebellious and lost soul, royalty in a world he wants no part of. Together they forge a bond that defies the rules, upsets the balance of the “family” and could mean death to both themselves and those around them. Will their love bring them joy or pain? As the past is unveiled, and family secrets are revealed, Haven’s true identity puts a bulleye on her back, while Carmine trades his very soul for the protection of the “family.” Sempre by J. M. Darhower, the first book in the Forever series is a story of two young people struggling to fit in in a world they want desperately to escape. It is a heart wrenching tale of loss, trust and love, as well as the dream of freedom and redemption from the nightmares and sins of the past. J. M. Darhower has created a masterpiece with her words. Rich in detail and and emotion, this is a story to be savored and absorbed, from the horrors of child trafficking to the joys of finally being able to spread one’s wings and soar with the support of someone who truly loves you for who you are. Each character is beautifully developed and colored in as the story progresses, some grow and blossom like a well-tended flower, while others struggle with the ugliness their lives have become, all of them seeking some form of redemption and salvation. The dark and dangerous world of the mafia with its lust for absolute power and control is portrayed with brutal clarity. The brilliant dialogue, and exposed raw emotion of two damaged teens seeking their own oasis to be together will leave no one untouched. I am in awe of the talent and gifts J. M. Darhower possesses. I received an ARC edition from Gallery, Threshold, Pocket Books in exchange for my honest review.
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