Ugh! S.M. Soto can basically do no wrong for me and this series is no different. I absolutely love this book but I will say, as a reader, please keep an open mind going into Book 2.
There were so many twists & turns in this story that you can’t help but keep turning the page. While some of the topics were a little outlandish for me, I had to keep reminding myself this book is fiction!
For my full review on book one, visit Kiss Me With Lies.
This review will be truncated to prevent Book 1 spoilers.
Mackenzie: She is almost an entirely different character in this book. In the first book, she hit behind her lies, betrayal, and her quest for revenge but she seems to be so much more vulnerable in this book. Her emotions are on her sleeve and boy, you are along for the ride on that roller coaster.
Because where there is hate, there is love. And sadly, I’ve come to realize one can’t live without the other.
She’s so stubborn and so FRUSTRATING in this book. If any other author wrote a FMC character like this, I’d find them extremely annoying and her actions repetitive for the sake of word count. But Soto has a way of avoiding this by keeping Mackenzie’s actions within the context of the entire story.
Baz: What in the literary world did us bookworms EVER do to deserve a man like Baz King? GAWD I love him so much and his dirty fucking mouth so much.
‘Fuck my mouth. Just like that, Dirty Girl,’ he growls, prompting my core to spasm with pleasure.
Not only was Mackenzie more raw, Baz, despite what he was conveying on the outside, was just as vulnerable. He was torn between his loyalty to his friends/brothers and his love for Mackenzie. The things he does for her in this book break your heart one minute and sew it right back up again the next.
Let’s Talk About (the) Sex, Baby!
HOT HOT HOT! This book was a little slow to get there but boy-howdy, when it did…
Those plump bee-stung lips wrap around my head as she sucks me, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue licking the underside of my shaft, driving me fucking crazy.
It’s like love/hate fucking and I’ve never experienced anything like it.
Like tow magnets, positive and negative, snapping together. That tether that’s always there between us vibrates, and I feel myself leaning into him.
As always, S.M. Soto writes a story that captivates you to the point that the words she writes are the world you exist in for those 4-5 hours of time. It sucks you in, making her world your reality where you feel every heart ache, every pain, every moment of joy.
She is and will forever be an auto-buy for me.