Pure: Innocence by Victoria Sue Blog Tour, Interview, Excerpt, Reviews & Giveaway!

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Hi guys, we have Victoria Sue stopping by on the blog tour for her newest release Pure: Innocence, we have a quick interview with Victoria, a fantastic excerpt, a awesome giveaway and Leigh’s review, so enjoy the post and click that Rafflecopter link <3 ~Pixie~ 

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Pure: Innocence

(Pure 03)

Victoria Sue

They’d finally caught the madman who had been kidnapping, torturing and murdering submissives. Damon had knelt in that warehouse, clutching Oliver, the boy barely alive, and somehow in the weeks that followed Damon never seemed to be able to let him go.

Oliver is broken, in body, mind, and spirit. And for the first time since he brought him home from the hospital, Damon starts to question himself. Is he going to be enough for Oliver? If he can somehow find all the pieces of Oliver’s broken soul, will he be able to mend them? Or have the horrors that ripped through Oliver left too many holes for Damon to repair? And finally, if he tries and fails to put Oliver back together, will Damon be able to stop his own heart from shattering in the process?

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Hi Victoria, I’m Pixie and I’d just like to thank you for stopping by today. I’m just gonna ask a couple of questions and I’ll be very gentle 🙂

What is for you the perfect book hero?

Oh God – I’m very stereotypical. Think Thor, alpha male. Charlie in Red Dirt Heart, or Noah in Kendall McKenna’s Strength of the Pack. And for the other one – damaged, pretty awful life. Think Ian in Jessie G’s For a Reason.

When you start a book, do you already have the whole story in your head or is it built progressively ? 

I wish I had the story in my head! I definitely have the start, and funnily enough I’m usually pretty sure on the ending too. The middle generally shocks the crap out of me as I go along.

What inspired you to write the Pure series?

I really wish I had a genuinely funny or awe-inspiring answer for you – but no, it’s really simple. I write what I want to read myself.

How many published books do you have?

Three including Pure – Innocence, but I’ve been kind of busy and I have another three coming out before 7/30.

How much of your own life and personality do you put in your work?

That’s a really hard one. I think the biggest gift a writer needs is empathy. If you can’t put your heart and soul into your books, you can’t expect anyone else to invest in them.

If you could be any fantasy or fairy-tale creature what would it be?

Oh, a werewolf, definitely. (Grrr…)

If you could be a super hero what power would you want?

To write a thousand words a minute lol

Tell us something that people would be surprised you know how to do.

Well, its been twenty years, but I reckon I could still perform CPR

If you could time travel would you visit the past or the future?

Past definitely. My new project is an mm in England during the Regency period.

Bird or reptile?

Eww – bird, definitely.

Harry Potter or Twilight?

Harry Potter for reading the books and Twilight for watching Robert Pattinson. MOVIE – I meant watching the movie.

Slow and gentle or up against the wall?

If we’re talking Thor here – anyway I can get him

Thank you for answering our questions today Victoria and much luck with Pure: Innocence!

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Oliver breathed. A breath so shallow and so insignificant, the urgency and determination with which his lungs insisted on it surprised him, because breathing had been so hard. It had become so impossible to expand his lungs fully; the futility finally stopped him from trying.

He took another small hesitant breath, and stilled in shock, almost. He hated the dampness, the cold, and he tried to protect his lungs against that, but he’d caught a scent of something else—something clean, fresh, that came with a strong voice and gentle hands that didn’t hurt. Oliver desperately wished it was real.


Just four letters. Such a small word for something that filled his mind and summed up his existence. It wasn’t just the horrific hot pokers that stabbed at his fingers and needled his heart. It was the black feeling that caged him, wrapped him up and would never let him go. He wanted to die, but it wasn’t just him—everyone wanted him to die. From the time he was little, his mom had screamed, “I wish you were never born.” He hadn’t been old enough to understand the words but he knew what she meant. Then came the nightmare that was school. He had no idea why he’d been picked on.

Yes, yes I did. The bullies knew he was from the trailer park, and knew no one would complain. It wasn’t just his looks; he knew what the word “fag” meant before sixth grade. When his mom had said he was done with school at twelve, he’d been secretly relieved, until he’d found out what she’d expected him to do instead. That was the first time he’d started wishing he was dead instead of just listening to other people say it.

He moaned, and tried to bite the sound back. If he made a noise the nightmare would come back, and when he just lay quietly, he could pretend the nightmare didn’t exist. He had screamed for so many days at first when no one had heard him, then he had tried to be as desperately still and quiet as he could. He tried not to drink the water but he’d made him. All he’d had to do was touch his fingers, and the pain would have made him do anything. His throat burned; he was so thirsty but he couldn’t swallow. Panic wove an insidious path through his arteries. Some machine beeped faster in time with his heart.

“Hey, hush. You’re safe.”

Oh. Oh. The voice, that voice. He was back, but it wasn’t real—he wasn’t real—this was all something Oliver’s imagination had sent to taunt him, make him believe the quiet words and the gentle touches were really for him, but he knew they couldn’t be. It was the drugs—it must be—conjuring something he could never have. Playing with him. Toying with him. He tried to move his head, but everything seemed so heavy, numb.

 Something had touched his cheek. He—it was soft, no not soft, that wasn’t the right word. Almost warm, almost…comforting. Oliver could vaguely hear other voices, felt movement around him, which was confusing, because it had just been him and the nightmare for so long, and he didn’t know where he was. He tried to work it out…who, or what…but he was so tired, so desperately tired…

Something touched him again, and not in anger, not trying to hurt—it was a hand. Not just any hand, his hand—the one who came and talked to him, the voice, the source of comfort. Oliver leaned, ever so slightly. He didn’t have the strength to do more, and the hand held him still, warm, safe. He breathed in a little. Yes, the same clean smell.

“You going to open your eyes today, gorgeous?”

Gorgeous? Him? He couldn’t mean him. It was a mistake. Now he knew he had lost his mind. The guys that came this close to him never smelled good, and they were definitely never gentle.

Oliver’s heart started beating faster, and he could hear some machine with its annoying beeping getting louder. He couldn’t open his eyes. If he opened them everything would become real, and he couldn’t cope with any more reality. Not yet, maybe not ever. Mind numbing terror met him whenever he opened his eyes.

“I know you’re awake. It’s like being fastened to a lie detector.” The amused voice carried on. “Would you like some water?” Oliver opened cracked lips painfully to refuse, he didn’t trust the water, but felt something cold and wet touch them, and it robbed him of sound. It was ice, and cool trickles dropped onto his parched tongue. “Those lips look sore.”

Oliver was confused with the voice, tried not to trust the soothing words. Then his heart slammed in his ribs as he felt the cold swipe of something brush his lips. Slow, confident, but infinitely gentle. It was almost…almost caring. Which was completely ridiculous. No one cared about Oliver. No one had cared about Oliver in a really long time, which was fine, because Oliver didn’t really care about Oliver any more.

“Ice is good, but water would be better.”

Oliver held his breath a little at the sound of the voice. He wanted to believe it was real, that it belonged to someone who cared.

Could he? Dare he? Oliver parted dry lips again and closed them over a straw. He sipped slowly, a tiny mouthful. The taste was different, better, fresh.

“Much better.”

He was glad he didn’t seem to need an answer, but the hand had been taken away to get the water. The water was wonderful, but he wanted, needed, the touch more. The hand moved back and the beeping slowed. Just a gentle tick. He heard a soft click and then a thumb gently smoothed something cooling over his dry lips.

“There. You tell me if anything else hurts.”

Oliver didn’t have the strength to reply, and wasn’t sure he could get his voice to work anyhow. He could feel his mind slipping away again, but he didn’t care. He moved his face a fraction, and settled deeper into the touch. Warmth seeped into him, and he heard a soft chuckle. He could have smiled almost as the warmth from the sound wrapped him up.

Whatever this was, whoever he was, if he could just hold on to the thought that someone cared for a little while longer before it was taken away…

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About Victoria

MM Love stories – because the only thing better than one hot guy is two of them.

Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids’ adventure stories, she would go raid her mom’s. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.

She’s still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature – love is love, no matter what it says on the box.
In fact if they don’t fit very neatly into any box she loves them even more!

She has a very patient husband and three wonderful children. In 2010 in search of adventure they all moved from the UK to the US and are happily settled in Florida. Finally, after reading love stories for so long, she decided to write her own.

Where to find the author:

Twitter: @Vickysuewrites
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Series: Pure 03

Author: Victoria Sue

Genre: Contemporary, BDSM

Length: Novella (135 pages)

ISBN: 978-1-942176-79-4

Publisher: Dark Hollows Press (June 26th 2015)

Heat Level: Moderate

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ 5 Hearts

Reviewer: Leigh

Blurb: They’d finally caught the madman who had been kidnapping, torturing and murdering submissives. Damon had sat in that warehouse, clutching Oliver, the boy barely alive, and somehow in the weeks that followed Damon never seemed to be able to let him go.

Oliver was broken, in body, mind, and spirit. And for the first time since he had brought him home from the hospital, Damon started questioning himself. Was he going to be enough for Oliver? If he could even find all the pieces of Oliver’s broken soul, could he mend them? Had the horrors that had ripped through Oliver left too many holes for Damon to repair? And finally, if he was going to be able to put Oliver back together, could he stop his own heart shattering in the process?

Product Link: http://www.darkhollowspress.com/#!pure-innocence/cgwa

Review: This book is part of a series and can be read as a standalone but best if read in order.

This story may be a little hard to read for some.  Oliver’s story is not for the faint of heart  He has been treated so badly in his life starting with his own mother.  Without too much detail, he has been a victim for so long.

Damon… I love him for the simple reason that he saw something in Oliver and wanted to help and care for him.  It was not easy on Damon at all.  He second guessed himself several times about what he was doing and what Oliver truly meant to him.

What I liked best about this book is that both Oliver and Damon become stronger people together.  Oliver learns he is really worth something and has love for the first time in his life.  Damon even though he is a Dom, learns that there is more to being a Dom than he ever thought.

This is a simplistic view of what they both went through in the story.  There is too much emotional highs and lows to really put it all into a book review.  Each man had so much to learn and realize about themselves and each other.

This was a well written story that is more emotional than sexual driven.  There are sexual elements but they are not the focal point.  Even the BDSM is mild, and more about exploring power exchange and trust than anything else.

This book made me both sad and happy.  Sad at what Oliver has lived through and so happy that he now has someone who loves him.  Oliver still has hurdles to go through, but Damon will be at his side helping him to deal anyway he can.

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4 thoughts on “Pure: Innocence by Victoria Sue Blog Tour, Interview, Excerpt, Reviews & Giveaway!

  1. I have been wanting to read this series! Great interview and excerpt! Thanks for the chance to win!

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