"Play it for me," he said. Play for me, my dear, and I will hear it. No matter where you go. No matter where I am. I swear it. I swear it..."
You know those times when there's a tiny little voice warning you from not doing things?
Like when you want to exercise but it whispers that there's chocolate cake in the fridge so... priorities?
Or when you want to go to a certain place but that voice makes an appearance and you end up not going only to find out later that some accident happened there?
Well ladies and gentlemen. I bow to that little voice. I should've listened and heeded its advice for it is with great sorrow that I write this and tell you that my heart is no more.
Why? Because I didn't listen to that little voice when it told me NOT to finish this book until I had the sequel. And here I am broken and crying but writing nonetheless because if there's one thing I should do is warn you in case that little voice doesn't work in yo…
(Spoiler Alert if you haven't read the previous books/novellas.)
I just want to point out that these are some of my favorite book covers EVER.
-But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.-
Thank y'all who convinced me to read the novellas.
Now I can cry more whenever Sam is mentioned.
Like how he's mentioned, referred to or even quoted in this one.
Wow you guys! I feel like I've just gotten off an insane roller coaster that took me into highs and lows and dips and soars and just overall spin my head every which way and I loved every minute of it.
I discovered one thing though and it's that the author loves short romances. In book one we had one that ended abruptly and this one wasn't the exception.
-Ashryver EyesThe fairest eyes, from legends oldOf brightest blue, ringed with gold.-
I like it, I just worry for my heart and all the feels it goes through whenever reading about Celaena.
I love reading, I love reading sexy times and I rarely shy away from dark romances with rough sexy times.
What I rarely read are books that stretch the limits of my comfort zone until I am not even sure those limits are within sight.
The Wild by K. Webster was one of those books. It was good it was bad and it was a complete guilty pleasure of a read if only because I'd already been a fan of the author's writing long before I found out about this book, my awesome friend April from the blog Rad Babes Read brought it to my attention and well... the rest is history.
- Nipping and sucking. Desperation in a kiss.-
This book isn't for everyone, I got that I respected that just as I hoped people would respect it but apparently that was asking for too much.
But worry not, it's good in a twisted kind of way that'll leave you asking yourself if you've morals at all at some point, while panting and getting all ho…