⭐️⭐️⭐️ ARC Review
The Forbidden by L.T. Autumn
Let me start by confessing a small, slightly uncomfortable truth:
I have never read anything like this before. Ever.
Different voice. Different rhythm. Different rules. I walked in blind and immediately started questioning my own emotional stability. Always a good sign.
From page one I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Or who those feelings even belonged to.
Quick internal panic check: Are these mine? His? Hers? Should I be worried?
Autumn doesn’t gently invite you into this story. She pulls you in. Quietly. Patiently. Like she knows resistance is pointless. She makes you want it. Whatever it is.
At some point I even caught myself thinking I might want all of this more than Alexander and Evelyn do. Which was… unsettling. And impressive.
Then my brain went:
Nah. Too soft. Too much love. This won’t hurt enough.
Wrong.
Completely, beautifully wrong.
Bam. Emotional whiplash.
The rollercoaster smiled, buckled me in, and took me hostage.
Wait—what just happened? When did this turn on me?
The chapters are short. Blink-and-you-miss-it short. The pacing is fast, relentless, and addictive. That said, some of the heated moments (you know which ones—pick your poison) could have used just a little more depth. A few extra seconds to breathe. Or suffer. Preferably suffer.
And here’s the thing:
You have to read between the lines. Autumn sneaks in these aching, throbbing, quietly devastating quotes that burn just enough to leave a mark—and then she moves on like nothing happened.
No, I’m not sharing them.
Earn your own scars.
This is a whirlwind of a love story that taps into something uncomfortable and honest—something many people would deny wanting but absolutely do.
So why three stars?
Because I loved the darkness.
The emotions.
The rawness.
Desire, pain, past, present, denial, hope, strength, survival—I had them all, laid out like an emotional crime scene.
But I was so invested in this unfamiliar playing field that I wanted just a bit more.
More depth.
More weight.
One extra layer of flavor to really let it sink its teeth in.
That’s me, though.
For others this will be more than enough—or maybe even too much. And that’s fine. To each their own.
What I do know is this:
This is a very well-written gem, wrapped in one of the most beautiful covers I’ve ever seen. And those first pages of every chapter?
My. Oh. My.
L.T. Autumn, to me, is a gem worth remembering.
And this book?
It lingered. Even when I didn’t expect it to.