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Axel by Kelly Finley
4.75
challenging dark emotional funny mysterious reflective sad tense medium-paced

"Yes, Your Honor, I admit it—the man is cl*tmusic. I swear mine literally vibrates like a tuning fork in his presence." (Ch 4) 

He's her dickhead boss, yet Ruby treats him like she wants to get fired on a daily basis arguing with and giving him lip and attitude at every turn. She hates him... mostly. And though Axel stalks her on a regular, she stalks him right back. Both have been hurt in the past and carry heavy baggage, but they hold an irresistible raging fire and soldering heat for each other. Do they dare to cross that hellish threshold into an inferno and allow themselves to be wholly consumed, body and soul? 

"....he’s melding his body against mine, my fire melting with his ice. We’re elemental. One can’t exist without the other. An undeniable attraction of opposites. A sacred alchemy." (Ch 24) 

If Axel made her his queen, she'd have to go through the initiation of his family's traditionally ritual, which included his brothers and their queens. He wants Ruby for himself, however, and would kill anyone should they lay a finger on her. His world is wrought with unimaginable dangers, making her his queen would mean making her a prime target. And Ruby, the wildfire that she is, who discovered his dark secrets, could be a loose cannon, a reckless hellion, if he did not keep her close and protect her. 

"This world I spied on, that I’m now trapped in, feels like a salacious soap opera cast with dangerously hot AF, inked men and their bada** queens." (Ch 12) 

Axel and Ruby are steely ice and hellfire (or "wildfire" per Axel). 

Ah! This book though! Kelly kills it yet again bringing in the hardcore big guns through the merciless, yet concupiscent, Bratva kings and queens. Ravishing salacious kink, explosive debauchery. It ruthlessly runs you through the shredder, puts you back together raw, gives you a salt bath, and sets you ablaze with thigh-clenchingly unholy, feverish fire. 🥵🥵🥵 Then, if that isn't enough, just when you think you can catch a breath, you get crowned with a ciffhanger, leaving you to want more. 

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