Release day!

This book didn't give a single care in the world about my emotions. There was angst, longing and desires and also so much sexual tension and frustration when reading along it was so brilliantly torturous at times.

Noah is the king of manipulating, gas lighting, deception to make sure Evie stays on the hook until life falls into place.

Noah makes me truly question my sanity because this man is a walking red flag psychopath 😂 but like, it was still hot.

Wicked Ways completely hooked me. Noah is the definition of a 🚩—a class 1 unhinged MMC—but I wouldn’t change a single thing about him. The banter and bromance between Noah and Eli? Perfection.

I loved how this story played out! What started as a seemingly joking pact turned into a real pure obsession. Noah is OTT Obsessive/Possessive & I loved it. We follow him over a 6 year span, watching every little thing he does to spin & manipulate it to his favor. He grows & evolves over the course, but he also is adamant & determined to be what he feels he needs to be for her. It all comes to a beautiful & almost explosive ending plans falling into place & some shifting into something grander. 🖤

Wow.....

Noah is just WOW!!!!!

Taking a deep breath, I swore I could still smell him. Vanilla-whiskey. Exhaust. Sin. Sex. I didn’t know what he smelled like exactly, but I knew it was exhilarating. It was addictive. And as much as I wanted my apartment to be empty when I opened the door, I also found myself hoping he was still there.

So I put the key into the door, and turned it, and when I heard shuffling and a soft laugh, my spine shivered.

I clenched my jaw and tried to hide my smile at the sound. He was a fucking maniac, a stalker and a criminal who wouldn’t let me care for my friend when she was gone. I tried to figure out what I’d say to the police several times today, but I never found something that would make them take me seriously.

Hello, my friend was kidnapped, and my kidnappers friend is holding me hostage in my own home, but he let me out to go to work, but he isn’t hurting me, and he promised my friend is safe, but there are other people after us or her or whatever. It was ridiculous. How could I even begin to tell them this crazy story, and then expect them to help me after I tell them about the very consensual and dirty sex?

Rolling my eyes at myself, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Such a good boy,” my intruder said. His voice was light and airy. Different. “High five, Wes.”

The sound of something cracking made me step around the corner quickly, half-afraid that lunatic was breaking someone’s bones in my kitchen.

My bag clattered to the floor, my charms making sounds that made the scene in front of me shift. The masked man had his elbows on my kitchen table, sitting on my chair, his hand stopping mid-air as his head turned toward me.

An orange little paw touched his hand, pulling it closer, until the cracking sound was there again. There were no bones breaking. No crimes being committed, besides the breaking and entering, and trespassing, and obstruction of my peace. But somehow this was way worse than breaking bones, because there was a tiny kitten sitting on my kitchen table, helping himself to treats from Jimbob’s hand.

And I was a fucking mess.

“Look, Wes,” Jimbob said, “there’s your mommy!”

He picked the kitten up, placed a kiss on his head through the mask, and got up from his seat. Then he moved toward me. And everything moved way too slowly.

“Baby, meet our child, Wesley.”