Status Updates From Unwilling Queen (Kingdoms #1)

This book is like if u put together a bunch of cool interesting and unique ideas together and had no plot what so ever. All the ideas and gimmicks are amazing but the execution leaves A LOT to be desired. There’s no substance just liquid. All this to say. I still enjoyed my time and I Ike the gimmicky ideas. 3.5 stars rounded up

Why is Mia always lecturing and scolding her co-wives? It’s like her only character trait tf???

“Hurry up and get some more food in you, Colbie. Lucas is getting impatient.” Layla nudges her husband, thankfully changing the subject and breaking the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Violet told me that shifters, especially the young ones, use a lot of calories shifting, so it’s important to eat a lot to fuel your magic and body.
“What animal has six heads?” an unfamiliar voice asks, taking a seat in the chair between Lucas and me.

Dinner isn’t as small as I hoped. When we get to the dining room, I am announced.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Her Majesty, Queen Colbie Karridge, accompanied by Princesses Gracelin and Gretchin and Lady Violet,” a man standing in the doorway of the dining room says loudly, causing everyone at the table to stand and watch as we enter the room.

marks on display.
She gasps and places her hand against her chest. “Oh, dear child.” Her eyes fill with sympathy, and she takes a step forward and holds out her hand encouragingly. “Don’t worry, the four of us will help you every step of the way, but you need to take that first step. It’s the hardest, but we will catch you, I promise.”

The sun rises in the sky, and the waves fill with more surfers who paddle around the point from the other cove. Soon, there is a congregation of wave worshipers floating just beyond where the waves crest, waiting for the perfect one to call to them. I can hear them talking amongst themselves, but I can’t make out any words.

His hands slide up my body, caressing my skin, the rough calluses on his thumbs creating a delicious friction. He caresses my breasts, his gaze dropping down to watch what he’s doing, and he groans as he leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks, and my knees weaken.

Bet the 6th mate is a unicorn shifter. Who was raised human. So when he turned into a unicorn and got the bond mark he had no clue and just isolated himself in the forest.

She sighs and stands up, brushing the sand off her pants. The wind has died down, and the sea has settled, but a rumble of thunder can be heard on the horizon as the clouds darken even further.
“Colbie, take another few days and think it over. I have no doubt that once you stop doubting yourself, you are going to do amazing things.

The best rulers are those who never wanted to rule in the first place. Because there’s no underlying motive or drive for profit. The people who least benefit from ruling are the best rulers.

Don’t hold your breath, I think and desperately wish I could transfer the marks from my wrists to one of theirs. I’m sure either of them would make a better queen than me because they actually want it.

Bet the 6th mate is a unicorn.

I nod, and my bear settles slightly, knowing our bond mate is right.
A gong sounds out in the ballroom, and I hear the roof start to open.
“Shit, it’s time. Come on, let’s go watch history in the making.” He releases my shoulder, and I take one last deep breath before we rejoin the crowd inside the ballroom.

“Meh, avoiding those two.” I nod in Hunter and Brodie’s direction. “I don’t need a lecture about where I stick my dick.” He passes me a beer, and I nod my thanks. “I was looking for Gryff, and I can’t see him.”
Gem’s eyes blaze, and he growls, sounding like my own bear. “The bastard hasn’t returned from his wild goose chase.”

“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” she asks nervously and holds up the tablet, waiting for our orders.
“Where did Colbie go?” Brodie asks.
Her nerves drop away, and she puts her hands on her hips and glares at us. “She had to duck out, but did you know you painted a target on her back? Colbie doesn’t deserve all the shit Gianna is spreading about her.

“The human owns a bakery in the neutral zone. She seemed kind enough,” I tell them, thinking about the spark between us when we shook hands, then I remember the thing I shoved into my pocket. I pull out the little marshmallow tiger. It’s slightly squished but doesn’t look too worse for wear. I hold my hand out, showing them.