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Fire Night
by Penelope Douglas
My Rating: 3.75 ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Series Rating: 4⭐⭐⭐⭐
We Have
✅ MF Romance
✅ Second Chance
✅ Dark Themes
✅ Mystery
✅ Found Family
✅ Enemies to Lovers
Alright. Nightfall. We survived it. Barely.
I have never screamed “MOVE ON” at a book so many times in my entire life.
Sixty-two fucking percent in and we were still trapped in that goddamn house, reliving trauma like a broken record on Devil’s Night: Deluxe Sad Bitch Edition.
Flashbacks?? I have seen them. I have lived them. I have suffered them.
And just when I thought we were free, BOOM — back into another one. 500 pages of emotional side quests before we even scratched the main plot again. I felt like I was clawing my way out of literary quicksand.
And Emory??? Girl. I tried. I wanted to hate her. And trust — at page 80, I was READY to throw hands. Another self-righteous FMC who thinks she knows EVERYTHING when she doesn’t even have all the fucking cheat codes? Sit down, baby. Take a lap.
BUT THEN... The story cracked her open. And damn it, I got it. Because when you grow up poor, invisible, and overlooked, how the hell are you supposed to believe the popular golden boy actually wants you? That kind of damage doesn’t wash off. It stays. And once I saw that side of her...
Yeah. I got it. (Still wanted to shake the shit outta her sometimes, though. Old habits die hard.)
Now let’s talk about Will. MY CHAOTIC BAE. Funny? Yes. Deep? Unexpectedly yes.
Now for the smut... Was it there? Yes. Was it hot? Mostly. Was it filthy enough to make me blush and question my morals? NO.
And that’s where I died a little inside. There were scenes, and the scenes were good "the tunnel scene with the line
Bottom line:
Nightfall had me sobbing, screaming, swooning, throwing imaginary Kindles, and bargaining with fictional characters like my life depended on it. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy.
It was chaotic. And it was SO THEM.
Buuuuuut Damon forever. Ride or die. I’ll burn Devil’s Night down with him.
Series Rating: 4⭐⭐⭐⭐
We Have
✅ MF Romance
✅ Second Chance
✅ Dark Themes
✅ Mystery
✅ Found Family
✅ Enemies to Lovers
Alright. Nightfall. We survived it. Barely.
I have never screamed “MOVE ON” at a book so many times in my entire life.
Sixty-two fucking percent in and we were still trapped in that goddamn house, reliving trauma like a broken record on Devil’s Night: Deluxe Sad Bitch Edition.
Flashbacks?? I have seen them. I have lived them. I have suffered them.
And just when I thought we were free, BOOM — back into another one. 500 pages of emotional side quests before we even scratched the main plot again. I felt like I was clawing my way out of literary quicksand.
And Emory??? Girl. I tried. I wanted to hate her. And trust — at page 80, I was READY to throw hands. Another self-righteous FMC who thinks she knows EVERYTHING when she doesn’t even have all the fucking cheat codes? Sit down, baby. Take a lap.
BUT THEN... The story cracked her open. And damn it, I got it. Because when you grow up poor, invisible, and overlooked, how the hell are you supposed to believe the popular golden boy actually wants you? That kind of damage doesn’t wash off. It stays. And once I saw that side of her...
Yeah. I got it. (Still wanted to shake the shit outta her sometimes, though. Old habits die hard.)
Now let’s talk about Will. MY CHAOTIC BAE. Funny? Yes. Deep? Unexpectedly yes.
Now for the smut... Was it there? Yes. Was it hot? Mostly. Was it filthy enough to make me blush and question my morals? NO.
And that’s where I died a little inside. There were scenes, and the scenes were good "the tunnel scene with the line
"Chin up,” he bit out. “And stop being a mouse. You’re my mother, for Christ’s sake."Unfortunately not once did I feel the need to go sit in a cold shower and rethink my life choices. It was good... It just wasn’t the filth I needed to survive the rage-inducing pacing.
Bottom line:
Nightfall had me sobbing, screaming, swooning, throwing imaginary Kindles, and bargaining with fictional characters like my life depended on it. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy.
It was chaotic. And it was SO THEM.
Buuuuuut Damon forever. Ride or die. I’ll burn Devil’s Night down with him.