Everything alluring and evil, his magic and charisma like a stubborn magnetism that ultimately brings you to your death.” But when I got that beautiful email telling me to check my kindle? Yah, no joke, I literally dropped everything and started reading. You see, my blog schedule is packed for months on end and the thought of waiting to read Malum was seriously hell. I literally agonized over whether I would be in that lucky group of bloggers that received the early review copy of Malum. I am definitely a fan of dark romance and the Elite Kings books were some of my favorite reads recently. The more I read by Amo Jones, the more obsessed I become with her writing. The story was gripping and fast paced and sucked me in so quickly I lost complete track of time reading this one. One that I don’t think there will be a cure for until the release of part two. Without a doubt, I am completely blow away with Malum AND have the book hangover to prove it. „I know when you're lying, because you add a 'fucking' in the middle.I wasn’t raised with a silver spoon, I was raised by blood sodden knives, and girls like me, we learn to use them as weapons. „No! Say you won't, like, hurt my balls or something.” „Open this fucking door, Nate!” I scream. I fly toward it, twisting on my door handle and banging on the wood.
It's….” Then he makes a dash for it, launching towars my bedroom door and slamming it behind him. I watch him, and he looks over to my bedroom door briefly before looking back to me. Is it?” I challenge, standing to my feet. „Imagine if the house was on fire, Mads!” Squaring his shoulders, his face turns serious. I was waking you up because….” He looks around my room, trying to find a valid excuse. „No,” he retreats, his hands coming up in surrender. I'm about to eat my prey – that prey being Nate. „You!” I narrow my eyes and slowly start to crawl down the bed, like a tiger about to eat its prey. „Double fuck!” Then I look up, seeing Nate standing next to my bed with a water bottle in his hand and a grin on his face. „Fuck!” Rubbing my eyes, I look down at the front of my shirt, seeing my pajama top is soaked through. I shoot off the bed, reality slowly seeping its ugly fucking claws deep inside of me.
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