The Devil of London: 1 (Red Flag Series)

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When Aderyn, unaware of the underlying circumstances, feels rejected by Khaos due to these unspoken truths, her dormant powers surge forth, unleashing a destructive inferno upon his domain, inadvertently claiming the lives of innocent inhabitants who dwelled within. From that moment onward, she becomes a pawn in the devil's play, compelled to settle her debt while receiving a semblance of protection.

I also went in expecting to absolutely detest Khoas, and believe me I did for the entirety of chapter one but chapter two changed EVERYTHING! I couldn’t find it in me to hate him because once I knew what his motivations were for doing the things he did I found them somewhat endearing? I’m not sure what that says about me tbh and idc because I am obsessed with him! He will do literally anything to protect the woman he loves even if it means doing all of the despicable things to ensure that she hates him. That man is ready and willing to take on the Gods themselves and I cannot wait to watch Khaos raise all of the chaos on the path to their happy ending! Oh, and all of the moments he spoke French to her?! I WAS SWOONING! 🥹🫶🏻 I am not yours! I’d never admit to being his property to him or anyone else. I’d fight him until my last breath to keep from admitting it out loud.I was also intrigued with Aderyn as a character. While at first she appeared demure and somewhat weak, that girl has a temper to match Khaos! As the book continued on, her true colors were revealed and I was SO HERE FOR IT! Homegirl is ready to come for Khaos's kingdom and I cannot wait to see how her scheming plays out in the next book because it can only end badly. Like SO badly I’m actually a little scared for her. 😅 Después de terminar este libro necesito leer más de esta autora así que espero poder leer a finales de mes o principios de septiembre “Queen of Chaos”. The state of my mental facilities is irrelevant, he mused as he fingered the lace bodice of my gown. Such a pretty gown you wore to betray me. Then he ripped it wide open. It forced me to shield my naked breasts from the men who remained stoic. Merikh watched me with regret in his eyes as he pushed a sword into the fire burning beside the pews. A malicious, sinister smile curved his generous lips as he held my stare prisoner. The bouquet in my fingers shook, and blood dripped from the ruined petals as tears slipped down my cheeks. There was a jarring thud that made me want to flee, but running wouldn’t help me now. Nothing would. The Devil of London wasn’t someone you ran from. I’d tried before, which had ended badly for me. This hauntingly beautiful journey was shrouded with heart-rending torment, as my heart wept for the two protagonists, entwined in a bond both profound and cruelly distant.

The people I thought I could trust have betrayed me and the one person I should absolutely not trust; is taking me deeper and deeper into his world. When Aderyn walked into a brothel three-hundred years ago and put it on fire after a harsch rejection, she couldn't have known she would be punished by the Devil of London himself, Khaos Nasir. She is practically his slave and every time she disrespects or leaves him she is punished. But she doesn't know Khaos is her true mate and were cursed by the gods centuries ago so they have a very difficult time being together. Even though Aderyn doesn't remember this, Khaos knows and he is searching for a way to undo the curse. I warned you there would be consequences if you persisted in disobeying me, Nasir growled against my ear before his hands slid to my wrist, twisting it painfully as he spun me around to face him. Now, you’ll reap what you’ve sewn, love.

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There is no consistency to this story, there are multiple examples where the details don't match up to previous events and the flow of the story in general is just not okay. It felt chaotic and it was not fun to read at all. The dialogue and interaction were very childishly dark, considering the fact that this is NA and we are—or at least, so I hope—capable of having normal conversations. Also, I get the idea of weaving information through dialogue in an attempt to not blatantly info dump, but it failed—it was info, and it was dumped. The writing often got repetitive, and the entire thing was very melodramatic. The man behind me slipped one arm around my waist as his other hand slid up my ruined wedding gown. His thumb trailed over my jawline as the strength of his body pressed against mine like manacles. One or the other. If you refuse to decide, I’ll decide for you. If left up to me, you’ll be accommodating his entire fist up your tight, needy cunt. A violent tremor shot through me.