Thank you to Jennifer L. Armentrout and the team at InkSlingerPR for the advanced e-copy of The King, the latest tale in Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Wicked Series.
I have been a huge JLA fan for a long time, with the Wicked series being one of my absolute favourites from her. I love any excuse to revisit the world she has cultivated with fae in New Orleans.
Check out the Goodreads synopsis…
“As Caden and Brighton’s attraction grows despite the odds stacked against a happily ever after, they must work together to stop an Ancient fae from releasing the Queen, who wants nothing more than to see Caden become the evil Prince once feared by fae and mortals alike.”
Read my more detailed thoughts below…
- Characters: Brighton is another strong-willed protagonist in the vein of Ivy, the protagonist of the three previous books. She doesn’t take no for an answer and wants to take control of her own life through the retribution of her mother’s death. Caden or the King is still a bit of mystery but he became much more clear as this story unfolded. The King struggles with the choices he has ahead in his future and they dictate his character and his choices.
- Setting: New Orleans is such a cool setting for an urban fantasy story. Perfect setting, couldn’t ask for anything better.
- Pacing: I am such a fast reader than novellas tend to feel too short to me, but this one felt just right. Of course, I wanted it to keep going and luckily we are getting two more novellas about Brighton and Caden.
- Romance: Both Brighton and Caden have been through a lot, and going into this story they both have the same goal, to murder the man who in Brighton’s case murdered her mother and in Caden’s case a boatload of reasons. This baggage they are bringing into their present is why they are so deserving of being happy and being together. They are an unconventional couple, but it makes so much sense as they already fight like an old married couple. I am looking forward to watching their love story unfold.
If I haven’t convinced you yet, check out this excerpt below…
“I don’t think this is wise,” Tink said for what had to be the hundredth time since he realized I was getting ready for a night out. “Like I think this is very poorly thought-out, if you ask me, Lite Bright.”
“I didn’t ask you, Tink.”
My uninvited roommate of sorts hovered outside my bathroom. Tink wasn’t human, but right now, he looked like any normal twenty-something guy. Well, if normal, twenty-something guys had natural, shockingly white hair and were beautiful in a way that almost seemed fragile.
This was his full-grown Tink size, something I was still—even after all this time—getting used to. I was more accustomed to pint-sized Tink with the translucent wings. After all, he was a brownie.
After the attack that had taken my mother’s life and should’ve ended mine, he’d basically moved in with me. He’d been here for the last two years, something Ivy’s husband pretended to be grateful for, but in reality, I knew he secretly missed the dude.
“You should ask me,” he replied. When I glanced over at him, I got a little distracted by the dazzle…emanating from the sequin tank top he wore. It was so shimmery that I wondered if he was using some of his magic.
Tink may be a goofball, but he was also one of the most powerful creatures in our realm.
Thank God there was only one of him.
“I am a wealth of amazing advice,” he continued. Dixon, the cat he’d named after a Walking Dead character that Tink called “the hottest redneck eva” slinked around Tink’s ankles. The cat was all gray except for his tail, which looked like it had been dipped in white paint.
I snorted. “When have you ever given me good advice?”
“When I told you two weeks ago not to eat the whole carton of beignets because you’d get sick and you did,” he shot back.
I winced, picking up my mascara. I had gotten sick, but I deserved that carton of sugary, fried goodness. That day…
I didn’t want to think about that day.
“And what about when you ordered that supreme pizza and ate almost all of it?” he said. “I told you that it would probably make you feel bad later.”
Nose wrinkling, I tried to remember what night he was talking about. There were a lot of Friday nights—pizza night in my household—that I ate an entire pie and felt terrible afterward.
“Or how about that time I told you that the seared ahi tuna looked a little gray for my liking? But, oh no, Brighton knows better.” He reached down, scratching Dixon between the ears. “You ate it all, and then I spent the night cleaning up your puke.”
Ew.”
The King receives five out of five stars
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