V is for Villainous by Danielle Allen

V is for Villainous (The Women of V Series Book 1)

 

*******SPOILERS********

Was this a romance novel? I was pulled in from the very beginning. I could not part with this book. I pretty much read it in one sitting. The plot was intriguing and kept me on my toes. I fell in love with the characters’ authenticity. The sex scenes were to die for. I was all in and couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. Nate and Michaela were everything and I rooted for them.

So I was fully invested in this slow burn of a book and then came the end and I’m sitting here utterly confused. Is this what I should be feeling? Since this was a suspense. I have so many questions. What happened to Theo’s mother? Where is Nate? Who died? I’m  sure I’ll get those answers in the next installment. That ending left me like wtf?! This is why I started my review of with the question, “Was this a romance novel?”. Because if it was I’m not feeling the fact that I had zero connection with Theo. Is it about me though? Even if it wasn’t I’m taking this ish personal. Like wth happened?! I’m speechless. SMH. Nate was straight smacking Michaela down. Sheesh! He was successful, funny, treated her well and was a good guy. Who dafuq is Theo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crazy part is I still loved this book. I’ve already downloaded the next book. I just don’t know how I feel right now. I need some answers.

4 stars

-Natasha

 

Blurb:

It wasn’t just the fact that it was a secret society at Hamilton University. It was also that their presence could be felt in every event, project, and donation on campus. Everything they touched reeked of wealth, power, and success.
But for me, it was the garden V planted and maintained to feed the homeless and the hungry that captured my heart and left me a supporter of the mysterious organization. Even without knowing all the details, it was clear to me that being a member of V was a game changer.
So when I was selected, I was floored.
But had I known the things I’d have to do, the people I’d have to hurt, the lies I’d have to tell, I would’ve declined. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself so I can sleep at night. People always want to know what V stands for. For me, V stands for villainous.
I’m not the hero of this story. I’m the villain.
And that’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.

 

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