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40% into this arraigned marriage book and they’re still…not married?

I think a 16 year old wrote this but I’ll keep reading

The vampire prince is reading a romance book in an ancient language to war off her nightmares on the road. And there’s one horse. And they just visited a pleasure temple and were under the influence of a sexy drug. They haven’t touched hands yet.

"Your sword dislikes me," Septimus observed.
"Well, yes. She hates vampires."
"Perhaps if you're both lucky, she'll get to drink my blood one day."
I gave him a smile that was more of a baring of teeth. "Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to drink mine."
SHOW IT TO ME RACHEL

The mere implication of a vampire mmc looking at a human fmc hungrily…yup

"Say sorry, Elara. Say you're an infuriating menace of a wife." 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Here’s the thing. I’m eating this up.

“…the queen was the fiercest piece on the board, but ultimately, she was expendable. That she existed to be sacrificed if it ensured the king's survival."

And now I hate chess

Patrick plEASE

Not a single ounce of genuine connection, honour or loyalty. I’m so over these people.

It’s like I’m so checked out then something interesting happens for 5 seconds then I’m over it again

After over two years on my TBR it is time.

I am the president of the fictional piercing appreciation club

So my brain chemistry just permanently shifted

Ok this then Red Rising I promise

Put this in the romance book hall of fame

This is everything I’ve ever wanted (I’m enjoying myself)

Now this is correct ✅

I’m stuck in my personal hell. Dual timeline and childhood sweethearts.

Holy fuck please stop talking

Why is there even a romance ‘plot’ in this?

I fear that the slop (complimentary) will get me out of my slump

Oh lordy lordy

I love everyone <3 no one can die :D

I want dat (a dragon)

Nearly just cried reading this on the treadmill

This book reads like a D&D campaign and I love it

98 chapters plus epilogue, diff pov yada yada. While I’m in a reading slump?? Expect this to take me a month.

My heart could burst just thinking about her being in my room, watching me. I wonder if she had brought a knife or held it to my skin in my sleep…I am sure the urge to cut my throat was unbearable for her. Instead, she decided to leave me a gift. She had never done such a thing for me. I say it was about time she returned the favor.

"Do you remember the last time I screamed at you, by chance?"
"How could I forget a single indignity that manifests on those soft lips?"
Oh I missed these crazies