Reading in the Mountains

God of Malice isn’t here to coddle your fragile morality. It grabs you by the throat, kisses you without asking, and dares you to beg for more. This book is a twisted cocktail of pain, power, and possessiveness — and I drank every drop like it was the last elixir on Earth.

If you’re looking for sweet nothings and tender hand-holding, turn around, sweetheart. But if you want a villain you’ll hate to love and a heroine who walks into the fire with a smile on her lips, buckle up. We’re descending straight into chaos — and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

🖤 Virginity, murder, and a med student who cooks better than your mom 🖤

God, the way this book started… and here I was thinking it would be a light rebound after Voracious — but fuck me, was I wrong. I’m hooked.

Actually, hooked is an understatement. I’m already buying the physical copy like the unhinged book hoarder I am.

So here’s what we get: Glyndon literally stumbles into Killian — head first — a guy from the rival university, a med student, filthy rich, disgustingly polite, an amazing cook… and also a psychopath. A literal killer with a fixation on popping her virginity and claiming her like some dark-age war prize.

But while Glyndon is obviously fascinated and horny beyond belief for this devil in a pressed shirt, she’s got other demons to hunt. Like figuring out whether her friend Devlin’s so-called “suicide” was actually a murder. And guess who’s suspect #1? Killian’s little murder club.

And from that premise, my new favorite dark romance is born.

Every scene hits. The tension is delicious. The characters are deranged in the best way. The families are tangled messes. The school is basically elite Hogwarts with sociopaths. And Killian? That man is a walking red flag buffet and I ordered the whole damn menu.

Rina Kent serves you darkness laced with lust, trauma seasoned with obsession, and zero time to breathe between jaw-dropping chapters. This isn’t just a romance. It’s a high-stakes game of secrets, blood, and sexual tension so thick it needs its own content warning.

I already know I’m buying the rest of the series. No crumbs left behind. No regrets. Only darkness.

P.S. People don’t get dark romance. This isn’t your regular “flowers and slow dancing” love story—this is the unhinged version of a dream you didn’t even know you had. It’s the fantasy you keep buried under lock and key finally ripping the door off its hinges. Twisted? Yes. Toxic? Maybe. But real? In every feral, obsessive, deliciously wrong way. And I’m here for every bit of it. – a comment I’ve decided to make seeing the low rates of this amazing masterpiece on Goodreads