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A review by reading_rainy
Black Lies by K.A. Merikan
emotional
funny
tense
fast-paced
5.0
Merikan’s descriptions are out of this world fantastic, here are some of my favorites from this story:
like a warm duvet on a cold day
like a brown diamond under the long curl of eyelashes
like a sip of warm cocoa on a winter day
like a warm blanket on his shoulders
like a rabid dog about to tear his throat open
like a young bull too brave for his own good
like a human-shaped pudding
like a dense spider web
like a garotte swung over his head
like a pomegranate filled with maggots
like a cauliflower rotting from the bulbous middle
like a rabid panther locked behind thick bars
like a pin in the body of a butterfly
like a virtuoso might a fiddle he’d owned all his life
like a snake, fragrant from the dancing and arousal
like a chair that lost two of its legs
like a gunshot without a silencer
like a giant spider creeping up on an unsuspecting victim
like a shell crumbling around the thick bundle of emotions
like a zombie trying to find that last living, breathing human
like a wolf after a winter of starvation
like an aroused stud
like a cat happy to see its owner
like a stud dog holding his bitch in place
like a vacuum in his chest
It reads like poetry, an ode to Mark and Griff.
I really enjoyed this 10th in the series and second book with Griff and Mark. It was so fun watching Mark slowly turn into a miniature Dom. And that ending scene when Griff firmly stepped into his future was perfect.
*Side thought, why are Charlotte and Dana so annoying?
like a warm duvet on a cold day
like a brown diamond under the long curl of eyelashes
like a sip of warm cocoa on a winter day
like a warm blanket on his shoulders
like a rabid dog about to tear his throat open
like a young bull too brave for his own good
like a human-shaped pudding
like a dense spider web
like a garotte swung over his head
like a pomegranate filled with maggots
like a cauliflower rotting from the bulbous middle
like a rabid panther locked behind thick bars
like a pin in the body of a butterfly
like a virtuoso might a fiddle he’d owned all his life
like a snake, fragrant from the dancing and arousal
like a chair that lost two of its legs
like a gunshot without a silencer
like a giant spider creeping up on an unsuspecting victim
like a shell crumbling around the thick bundle of emotions
like a zombie trying to find that last living, breathing human
like a wolf after a winter of starvation
like an aroused stud
like a cat happy to see its owner
like a stud dog holding his bitch in place
like a vacuum in his chest
It reads like poetry, an ode to Mark and Griff.
I really enjoyed this 10th in the series and second book with Griff and Mark. It was so fun watching Mark slowly turn into a miniature Dom. And that ending scene when Griff firmly stepped into his future was perfect.
*Side thought, why are Charlotte and Dana so annoying?