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White Rose Painted Red
by Elena Lawson
White Rose Painted Red? More like White Rose Set Me On Fire and Left Me Screaming Into the Void.
Let me be clear: I did not read this book—I was kidnapped by it, held hostage by the plot, seduced by morally gray men, and released only when I promised to beg for Book Two on my hands and knees. Which I am doing. Right now. Please, Ms. Lawson. I am not okay.
First of all, let’s talk about Aurora. This woman ran over a man and still managed to bag three emotionally unstable Greek god lookalikes with criminal records. Queen behavior. Her strength? Next-level. Her growth arc? Michelin-starred. Her relationship with her dog Ellie? I would die for it. And the kitchen scene with Seven? I had to pause and make myself a cup of tea.
And SEVEN. Oh sweet psychological menace with golden retriever energy. You are chaos in combat boots and I love you. If you looked at me the way you look at Aurora, I’d sign a maid contract too. I don’t clean, but I’d learn.
Elijah is the cinnamon roll that holds the group chat together. Atticus is a controlling menace who buys gifts for the dog and insults you in a British accent (probably). Together? Delectable chaos. This is the holy trinity of reverse harem. God is busy—these three will take your prayers now.
The plot? Wild. There’s trauma, intrigue, a possibly unhinged murder plot, a woman trying to reclaim her identity, and THREE emotionally compromised men in one house. It’s like The Bachelor meets John Wick but make it ✨horny and healing✨.
Yes, some of it makes no real-world sense. Yes, she moved in with three random men she just met in the woods after running one of them over. But you know what? I don't question fate. Or hot men with tragic backstories.
This book ends on a cliffhanger and I am now a shell of a human, wandering aimlessly and whispering “Book two… please…” into the wind.
10/10. Would sell my soul for an ARC of the sequel.
Let me be clear: I did not read this book—I was kidnapped by it, held hostage by the plot, seduced by morally gray men, and released only when I promised to beg for Book Two on my hands and knees. Which I am doing. Right now. Please, Ms. Lawson. I am not okay.
First of all, let’s talk about Aurora. This woman ran over a man and still managed to bag three emotionally unstable Greek god lookalikes with criminal records. Queen behavior. Her strength? Next-level. Her growth arc? Michelin-starred. Her relationship with her dog Ellie? I would die for it. And the kitchen scene with Seven? I had to pause and make myself a cup of tea.
And SEVEN. Oh sweet psychological menace with golden retriever energy. You are chaos in combat boots and I love you. If you looked at me the way you look at Aurora, I’d sign a maid contract too. I don’t clean, but I’d learn.
Elijah is the cinnamon roll that holds the group chat together. Atticus is a controlling menace who buys gifts for the dog and insults you in a British accent (probably). Together? Delectable chaos. This is the holy trinity of reverse harem. God is busy—these three will take your prayers now.
The plot? Wild. There’s trauma, intrigue, a possibly unhinged murder plot, a woman trying to reclaim her identity, and THREE emotionally compromised men in one house. It’s like The Bachelor meets John Wick but make it ✨horny and healing✨.
Yes, some of it makes no real-world sense. Yes, she moved in with three random men she just met in the woods after running one of them over. But you know what? I don't question fate. Or hot men with tragic backstories.
This book ends on a cliffhanger and I am now a shell of a human, wandering aimlessly and whispering “Book two… please…” into the wind.
10/10. Would sell my soul for an ARC of the sequel.