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msdess 's review for:
Hunt Me Darling
by Maree Rose
My Rating: 3.5 ⭐⭐⭐✨
Series Rating: TBD, but I’m emotionally compromised and dangerously horny
We Have:
✅ Dark Romance
✅ MFM (Yes. At. The. Same. Time.)
✅ Dubcon / noncon-adjacent (read the tags, y’all)
✅ Knife Play, Blood Play, Somnophilia
✅ Stalker Obsession
✅ Pierced Dicks (but WHY won’t they tell me how?)
✅ Dirty Talk That Could End Me
✅ Identity Plot Twist That Took My Breath and My Panties
✅ Dual POV (mostly her, but we get inside the monsters too)
✅ Plot. Real plot. Real fucked plot.
Let me just go ahead and say: I went in blind. I saw the hype. I followed the chaos. And now I’ve emerged on the other side a changed bitch. I need a therapist—not because of the trauma in the book, but because I am devastated that I don’t have my own Truth and Dare showing up to pipe sedatives into my vents and wake me up by eating me alive. I mean that literally. Check my highlights. I can’t even look at my bed the same anymore.
These men? Violent. Possessive. Deranged. And somehow also sweet in the most fucked-up, ride-or-die way that has me questioning every healthy relationship I’ve ever had. I was suspicious of everybody from page one, and when the truth dropped? I gasped. Full-on “oh shit—no fucking way!” levels of stunned. I knew something was off, but still. That reveal hit.
And then the memories? JFC. Eyebrows in my hairline, mouth open, staring like—“Nah. Naaaaahhhh. No fucking way.” That kind of shocked. I wasn’t emotionally broken. But I was invested.
Let’s talk smut. Was the smut smutty? Hell yes. Pierced MMCs, commanding, possessive, deliciously filthy… even if I wished we got more detail on those piercings
Series Rating: TBD, but I’m emotionally compromised and dangerously horny
We Have:
✅ Dark Romance
✅ MFM (Yes. At. The. Same. Time.)
✅ Dubcon / noncon-adjacent (read the tags, y’all)
✅ Knife Play, Blood Play, Somnophilia
✅ Stalker Obsession
✅ Pierced Dicks (but WHY won’t they tell me how?)
✅ Dirty Talk That Could End Me
✅ Identity Plot Twist That Took My Breath and My Panties
✅ Dual POV (mostly her, but we get inside the monsters too)
✅ Plot. Real plot. Real fucked plot.
Let me just go ahead and say: I went in blind. I saw the hype. I followed the chaos. And now I’ve emerged on the other side a changed bitch. I need a therapist—not because of the trauma in the book, but because I am devastated that I don’t have my own Truth and Dare showing up to pipe sedatives into my vents and wake me up by eating me alive. I mean that literally. Check my highlights. I can’t even look at my bed the same anymore.
These men? Violent. Possessive. Deranged. And somehow also sweet in the most fucked-up, ride-or-die way that has me questioning every healthy relationship I’ve ever had. I was suspicious of everybody from page one, and when the truth dropped? I gasped. Full-on “oh shit—no fucking way!” levels of stunned. I knew something was off, but still. That reveal hit.
And then the memories? JFC. Eyebrows in my hairline, mouth open, staring like—“Nah. Naaaaahhhh. No fucking way.” That kind of shocked. I wasn’t emotionally broken. But I was invested.
Let’s talk smut. Was the smut smutty? Hell yes. Pierced MMCs, commanding, possessive, deliciously filthy… even if I wished we got more detail on those piercings