"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…
-goodreads- (Spoiler Alert for those who haven't read the previous books in the series.)
-"You're exactly the way I dreamed you'd be."
I did NOT see that coming.
How am I even supposed to write a review when I'm left so emotionally drained after everything that happened in this book?
How can I be happy by the ending when I know for a fact that the worst has yet to pass.
When will all this craziness end?! I'm completely terrified, scared, spooked because anything can happen ANYTHING.
And I don't want anything bad to happen to ANYONE in that court or to the thirteen or to their mounts, I mean, Abraxos needs infinite life okay?
-It did not seem like a weakness to fight for those who could not defend themselves. Even if they weren't true witches. Even if they meant nothing to her.-
And what about that Manon thing at the end in Rifthold??!
I need a huge HUGE break right now. My head is pounding and my stomach is in knots.
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…