With a traumatic past, a murderous spree and an escape from a highly secured prison for disturbed criminals, Brooklyn finds herself captured and sold into an underground Hunger Games style event at an elitist secret club, only to win and to be sold again. It felt darker than the rest and there was a lot of grey area here, but. You already know I'm a sucker for books by Caroline Peckham and Susanne Valenti and this one, my Goodreads friends, was an insane ride I couldn't get enough of. Would I recommend it? If you don't mind the trigger warnings, yes. Did it make me question my own sanity? Also yes.
It needs to be something like…” he trailed off in thought.Ħ00 pages later and not a single sane person here. “Pfft, it’s the best name,” I said dismissively. “The Death Club’s a shitty name,” Niall muttered. Trigger Warnings: death, torture, kidnapping, human traffic, attempted rape, virgin heroine Tropes: RH, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tragic past, hate to love Each series can be read independent of each other and the lead female character will end up with more than one love interest. This is a brand new dark menage series set in the same world as the Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep series with character crossover. So I think I’m gonna join The Death Club and let my freak flag fly. Every day is anarchy and that’s my favourite flavour. Want to know another one? I quite like it here. Don’t ask them or they’ll send me back to that creepy asylum where they gave me the crazy pills. Which is a freaking insult by the way as I’m already the best killer in town. I can’t decide which I want most.Īnyways, my hot, tattooed, muscular insane Irish captor thinks I might make a good hit woman once he trains me up. He either wants to kiss me or choke me out. I call him Dead Man on account of his soulless eyes. Oh and there’s another dude down here who lives in a cage and doesn’t talk. I was kidnapped, sold, sold again, stuck in a death game, sold AGAIN and now I’m living in a serial killer’s basement. I wished for my life to improve, but it didn’t. I know killing technically doesn’t start with a C – but wouldn’t life be better if it did? Just like it would be better if the Devil was my boyfriend, Santa wasn’t a d*ck and I didn’t live under a bridge.
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