First of all, let’s just address the elephant in the room:
Trigger Warnings – Kidnapping, stalking (romanticized… naturally), grief, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, gun violence, organized crime, threats, and lots of “what the hell is wrong with me but why am I turned on” moments.
(So, you know, a perfectly normal Tuesday in dark romance.)
Plot Summary Vibes (No Spoilers):
Sweet Camille is mourning her brother (who totally did not just conveniently “kill himself,” because dark romance logic says otherwise), and next thing you know, she’s being watched harder than a Black Friday flat-screen at Walmart. Enter Diego: the broody, obsessive, sexy (and very employed by the cartel) anti-hero who thinks “surveillance” counts as foreplay. Camille’s trauma? Diego’s aphrodisiac. Camille’s defiance? Diego’s kink. Camille’s vibrator session? Diego’s live pay-per-view. It’s messed up, it’s toxic, and somehow… it’s giving panty-melting chaos.
Spice Level:
4.5 out of 5 “I need a cold shower and a therapist” stars.
If you enjoy men who literally get harder than quantum physics just from breathing near the heroine, congratulations, this is your Roman Empire. The scenes are graphic, desperate, obsessive, and so filthy that you’ll want to read it in the dark like a Victorian orphan committing a crime.
Characters:
• Camille: The stubborn, grieving sister who clearly skipped the Stranger Danger seminar in kindergarten. Has no business being this brave or this hot while making extremely questionable life choices.
• Diego: If “unhinged protector with stalking tendencies but make it sexy” was a person. Think emotional constipation meets Hulk smash meets Sexual Magnetism™.
My Honest Opinion:
The writing? Gritty, deliciously messy, like trying to eat melted chocolate in July with no napkins.
The pacing? Sprinting through red flags like it’s the Boston Marathon.
The romance? Toxic in the way your therapist would frown upon, but your inner feral creature would bark at.
Is this morally correct? Absolutely not.
Was I kicking my feet and giggling like a little demon while Diego moaned internally about Camille’s shaved cat? Yes. Absolutely yes.
The emotional damage Camille suffers? Substantial.
The emotional damage you, the reader, suffer? Worth every brain cell lost.
Rating:
4.25 Stars
(0.75 stars deducted because halfway through, you might genuinely need to text a friend “If I go missing, I was reading this.”)
Final Thoughts:
This book is messy, hot, stalkeriffic, grief-fueled foreplay with a hero who is one “stay away from her” speech away from moving into her walls. If you enjoy your men dangerous, your grief messy, and your sex scenes leaving you wondering if you should be arrested, Lethal Protector will own you.
Now, excuse me while I go hug a restraining order.