Continuing my mission to eventually read everything Rina Kent has ever written.
In the Bratva world, power belongs to men—but Rai Sokolov has never been interested in playing by their rules. Determined to claim her family’s legacy, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to reach the throne, even agree to an arranged marriage. The last thing she expects is for her future husband to be Kyle Hunter—her former bodyguard, former protector, and the ghost from her past she never truly left behind.
Filled with mafia politics, power plays, family legacies, and second-chance tension, Throne of Power throws ambition and desire into the ring and lets them fight it out.
Now, was any of this my circus? No.
Were these my monkeys? Also no.
Am I usually the biggest fan of mafia politics and endless power struggles? Absolutely not.
And yet… here I was.
The highlight for me was Kyle. Give me a former bodyguard. Give me a hitman. Give me a man who’s spent years watching from the sidelines while pretending not to care. That’s the kind of trope that immediately gets my attention. Unfortunately, the rest of the story never managed to fully pull me in.
I wanted more tension. More obsession. More anything, really. Instead, I found myself reading without that usual Rina Kent urgency—the kind that normally has me canceling responsibilities and staying up until ridiculous hours. This time, I was invested enough to keep going, but not captivated enough to lose my mind over it.
I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it either. It falls somewhere in that frustrating middle ground where I can appreciate the premise and still feel oddly disconnected from the story.
Will I read the second installment?
Yes.
Will I be dramatically dragging myself there while complaining the entire time?
Also yes.
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