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Gosh I feel like I'm struggling to make any progress in this book!! It's not bad, but I have a love/hate relationship with the characters. Hoping to finish this tomorrow - I'm switching to Netflix true crime for tonight xD

THE END IS NEAR😭😱

ARC HAS DROPPED Y'ALL AND IM STILL NOT READY😭😭

West hated to admit it, but he’d noticed that without Miss Beaton there was a decided lack of cheeriness in this house. It seemed she was the source of all sunshine. Always a smile on her lips, always a bright look in her eyes. Without her, the entire house felt colder, as though the sun had gone behind the clouds and the house was in perpetual shadow.

🖤

“If that wasn’t better than your first time,” he rasped, a weary laugh in his voice, “then I’ll give up sex forever.”
“So modest,” she snorted. “Seriously, though, it was better. A hundred times better. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He chuckled sleepily. “If I ever decide to become a male tart, I’ll use that quote on my trade cards. ‘Tristan Montgomery: a hundred times better than your previous lover."

“I know your position,” she continued. “You aren’t in love with me. You don’t want to marry me. You won’t make empty promises or shower me with compliments just to get me into bed.”
The corner of his lips quirked in that way that made her belly flutter. “True enough.”
“Well, then. Why can’t we be enemies with...benefits?”

His head was thrown back, the long column of his throat visible, his Adam’s apple prominent . His eyes were closed, and his mouth looked on the cusp of a sigh. The sight of him was erotic, and Juliana flushed hot. As if he could feel the weight of her stare, his eyes opened and caught her gaze. The discomfort from earlier was gone, replaced by challenge and maybe hunger....

“I’ve waited a long time for this, another week or month won’t kill me. I’m a patient guy.”
“That’s great for you, but what about me?” I feel like I might burst at the seams. The entire night his hands roamed over me and now I want more.
Chuckling, he presses his hips against me to let me feel how hard he is. “Take your time and figure out what you want, Piper, because I plan on being the last guy inside you."

“Fuck, it feels good to touch you again.” He growled softly against my neck before dipping his hand into the waistband of my shorts and cupping my ass. He kneaded the soft flesh, another possessive growl coming from his throat....

I'm lowkey fully obsessed with this story now!!🔥

"You don't ever need to be embarrassed with me. You're beautiful and sexy as hell. I know a lot of this is new to you, and the fact that I turn you on enough that you did something you've never done before tonight only makes me want you more. Once we figure out how to get ride of that darkness inside you, I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

Well then. Yes please 🔥

“I’ll expect my shirt returned,” Jonah calls out.
“I’ll give it back right now.”
He growls, the sound low in his throat. It makes me stop, the hair on the back of my neck rising. “No mate of mine will be walking around topless.”
I pull my shoulders back. “You rejected me, remember? I am no mate of yours.”

So far, not as angsty as I was hoping for. Underwhelmed 😩

She molded to him perfectly, like she’d been created with him in mind or he had been fashioned specifically for her. With their lips fused and tongues dancing, Tristan could believe they had been made for each other, could forget all the differences and potential problems, could see past the crown to the woman destined to wear it...

I just love them together🖤

He wanted to muss up her perfect clothes. He longed to kneel before her as a subject before his queen and then to worship her as a man would a woman. And holy fuck, did he want her to kneel before him.

I'm LOVING my reread of this book! Book 2, The Royal and the Rebel, is coming in May♡

And all the while, James stood in his boots, wondering why she did not look at him. Why she did not speak to him. Why she’d never told him about the lake in Cheshire. Or her fondness for lemonade. Or her contrary dislike of the color yellow, particularly in waistcoats.

Because, you daft sod. You have been beastly to her. Treated her as little more than a pest. How else is she to respond?

I AM LOVING THIS!!!

He grinned at me immediately, and I knew for a fact I was starting to crave his smiles. His grin could get a dozen women pregnant all while repairing the Great Barrier Reef and curing world hunger. It was that potent.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped. His lips curled back, revealing a gleaming set of white fangs. A shiver traveled down my neck.
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t say my name. Or look at me.” His nostrils flared. “Or speak. And whatever you do, don’t touch me for fleck’s sake.”
“But why—?”
“Because you’re making my cock hard, and if one of the Uldani walks in here and sees that, we’re both flecked. Do you understand me?”

There was nothing gentle about the kiss. Nothing reassuring. His mouth moved against hers with harsh precision. He was raw, uncontained power. Her entire body buzzed with it as if she’d picked up a live wire. She couldn’t let go, either.

He couldn’t save Hannah or Sage. Keeping himself steady was out the fucking window. He sure as fuck could make the world bleed right along with him.

I'm finally ready to finish this series🖤

"Nothing is as it seems..."

I'm not enjoying this as much as I had hoped. Putting it on hold for now...

The air in the room goes static. The vibe, already dangerously close to death, changes, and there’s no more begging for mercy. Death is coming, and I’m about to become the Grim fucking Reaper.

I'm ready for the finale!

Review will be posted tomorrow!

Another absolutely brilliant novel by Lana!!! Review will be posted hopefully tomorrow 😉

“You’re my mate, Silver. I’ve tasted your blood. All I want to do is fuck you until my seed spills from your mouth or runs down your legs. I want it so badly that it hurts. We’ll be mating like animals for days. You’re not ready for that and I won’t force it on you, so I need to force this on myself. I’ve already taken one dose.”

Daddy Shade 🍆🔥

The woman denied herself a great many things. The pleasure of another chief among them. She refused to allow herself to feel, to breathe, and in so doing was on a one-way path to becoming dead inside. Unless she found a safe release.
To be vulnerable.
To trust.
To be free.

I AM LOVING THIS SO FAR!!!!

Alastair pushed the self-destructive thoughts away to the back corner of his mind. They would never truly be gone, but maybe— just this once— he could let himself believe. Let himself see the two of them as Ivy did— as a perfect pairing.

LOVE THESE TWO ♡♡

I'm excited for Alistair's story!!