Finding that sweet spot (pun intended) where we can still enjoy our darker, more villainous hero and scenes that skirt beyond the bounds of “normal”, all while not hating the characters or feeling entirely uncomfortable with certain actions and situations, is incredibly difficult. However, oftentimes these types of genres take things a little too far. I have always been a fan of anti-heroes and stories with darker, less-than-normal themes. A few chapters into this book and I was kicking myself for not having started it sooner. During week 1 of quarantine, I decided to start reading Deviant King by Rina Kent, after weeks of it sitting unread on my kindle after I shamelessly fell victim to a well-placed Facebook ad and downloaded it. As long as we have a massive TBR pile on our bookshelves, or Kindle Unlimited, we can shelter in place for days, weeks, months. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a bookworm forced to stay home, must be in want of…well…nothing really. I should’ve known that this night will be a disaster the moment Cole and Kim walked into the theatre room together.It’s not COVID-19 Making you Feverish…It’s This Book Series: What he doesn’t know is that two can play this game.
He knows how much Kim means to me and that I won’t hesitate to protect her.
He used her before and will use her again to prove he can make me agree to whatever he wishes. The side who doesn’t care who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants.įor him, Kim is just a means to an end - which is me. I just provoked the ugly, monstrous side of Aiden. “Watch me.” He brushes past me into a room. “Or I’ll get Reed drunk and let Knight take her home.”
“This is one of the times where you just say yes and don’t argue with me.” “I’m sorry, your majesty, but I don’t do things because you fucking said so.” When you see him, you turn and walk in the opposite direction. You don’t shake hands with him, and you certainly don’t fucking talk to him. “I don’t give a fuck about what you did or didn’t do. “Stay away from my father.” He enunciates every word in a near growl. “Say something.” I push when he remains silent yet again. The fact that he seems close to combusting means something disastrous is bound to happen. Aiden isn’t the type who parades his emotions so freely. This side of him always puts me on high alert. He halts and cuts me a glare so harsh, it’s like he’s slicing me open with knives. I jog and stand in front of him with both my arms flung wide. More silence, but his strides turn wider.ĭid I mention how much it sucks to be on his bad side? Who thought someone like Aiden would use the silent treatment?
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