By day, I teach third grade. By night, I rate men like Uber rides and write anonymous recaps on the blog that's probably ruined a few egos—and inspired even more group chats.
Hi. I'm Rivah. But to the internet? I'm soaked.
And before you judge me, let me ask you when men sleep around, they're called experienced. When women do it, we're called everything but free. So I stopped caring what anyone calls me and started telling the truth.
My blog, Body Count, isn't about sex. It's about choosing me. About turning every red flag into a teachable moment and every body into a boundary I built myself.
Then Kross showed up.
He's... different. Like, green flags in bulk. And while my body wants to rerun him like my favorite show, my heart is still blocked and unavailable.
But things are getting weird.
Men I've been with are showing up dead, and I don't know if it's karma, coincidence, or something else entirely.
3.5 ⭐️ Lol. I liked this one. I loved how it was written; the author gave the FMC Rivah so much character and personality. She was funny, independent and she didn’t hold back when it came to her opinion of someone. I really liked her as a character. I loved the inner dialogue as well. Then, Kross came into the picture and just rocked her whole world. He was immediately up for the challenge when it came to loving her and she loving him back. The climax of the story was cool but I did expect more there. But as a whole, I did really enjoy it.
Rivah and that Body Count blog had me cracking up! The way she rated these men was something else, and then here comes Kross making her question her own rules. I loved their chemistry, but the mystery mixed in with the romance really kept me interested. This one was funny, messy, and had me wondering what was really going on!
Definitely kept me intrigued. The while premise of the story was interesting. Kross is a whole ass man 🫠 while I predicted the outcome, the third act still took me out.