Overall:⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Redeemed in Crimson is exactly the kind of whack wild morally grey romance I live for: age-gap, obsession, virgin FMC, bad boy biker with a millionaire edge, family/faith issues that go deep. Sloane Johnson has spent her life doing what others wanted her to be—safe, quiet, obedient. Enter Ledger Sinclair with his tattoos, his night-club, his bad boy rep, and his capacity to call her an angel, renovate her house according to her taste, start building a life for her she never thought possible. He’s over-the-top, stalkerish in creepy-romantic ways, and for a girl who grew up with very strict rules about how to be, that level of intensity is terrifying and enticing all at once. Casting for the church play where she’s “Angel” and he’s “Satan” (idea courtesy of his mom) is a symbol of light and dark, innocence and sin because he, Ledger, is sin-ful devotion in so many ways. The relationship itself is rushed in some places, the lust burns, Ledger is unhinged with love (read Pinterest boards, hacks her phone, ex-boyfriends who must be evicted). But at every red flag is a moment of his care in small and big ways—in prayer, protection, acceptance from his family, blood and family ties, the wound of watching Sloane fight her own limits. It’s not for everyone, but it’s messy and messy in an extremely addictive way. I laughed, I gasped, I cringed, I swooned. This is dark romance done with fire.