Series | Wicked #3.6
Release Date | July 23rd, 2019
Published by Evil Eye Concepts
Genres | Paranormal, Novella
Format | ARC
Add to TBR | ADD TO GOODREADS
Buy | Amazon | Paperback
From #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes the next installment in her Wicked series.
As Caden and Brighton's attraction grows despite the odds stacked against a happily ever after, they must work together to stop an Ancient fae from releasing the Queen, who wants nothing more than to see Caden become the evil Prince once feared by fae and mortals alike.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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Okay, I never wanted a full-length series so much until I started to read The Prince and The King. Maybe I’ll have the unpopular opinion, but I’m honestly loving this story more than Ivy and Ren’s. But let’s not forget that I pretty much love every book that JLA blesses our world with. I was not ready for the constant punch to the gut of emotions when it came to Brighton and Caden’s continued story.
JLA has a brand of writing that I’m completely obsessed with. I was devouring every single page and constantly begging for more.
The King picks up right where things were left off especially after that bit of a cliffhanger. Caden is definitely doing his best to hide his true feelings because he has specific obligations to the fae. He’s at a crossroad when it comes to matters of the heart and what he needs to do for his people.
And Brighton is stuck in the middle of it, seeking her own revenge and trying to figure out what is true with Caden. All while falling into something deeper with him. I couldn’t help but fall more in love with Brighton, she has come soooooooo far and she has easily become one of my favorite JLA heroines. The fact that she has endured rings true by the end of this one.
The chemistry is still blazing between them and I just need them to have their HEA. I know with Jennifer’s writing schedule, we have to wait a year until the conclusion to this trilogy. I really wish this wasn’t a novella, but I’m still giving it 4.5 stars.
Major thank you to the inkslinger pr for the complimentary copy in consideration for a review. this does not affect my opinion of the book or review
“I don’t think this is wise,” Tink said for what had to be the hundredth time since he realized I was getting ready for a night out. “Like I think this is very poorly thought-out, if you ask me, Lite Bright.”
“I didn’t ask you, Tink.”
My uninvited roommate of sorts hovered outside my bathroom. Tink wasn’t human, but right now, he looked like any normal twenty-something guy. Well, if normal, twenty-something guys had natural, shockingly white hair and were beautiful in a way that almost seemed fragile.
This was his full-grown Tink size, something I was still—even after all this time—getting used to. I was more accustomed to pint-sized Tink with the translucent wings. After all, he was a brownie.
After the attack that had taken my mother’s life and should’ve ended mine, he’d basically moved in with me. He’d been here for the last two years, something Ivy’s husband pretended to be grateful for, but in reality, I knew he secretly missed the dude.
“You should ask me,” he replied. When I glanced over at him, I got a little distracted by the dazzle…emanating from the sequin tank top he wore. It was so shimmery that I wondered if he was using some of his magic.
Tink may be a goofball, but he was also one of the most powerful creatures in our realm.
Thank God there was only one of him.
“I am a wealth of amazing advice,” he continued. Dixon, the cat he’d named after a Walking Dead character that Tink called “the hottest redneck eva” slinked around Tink’s ankles. The cat was all gray except for his tail, which looked like it had been dipped in white paint.
I snorted. “When have you ever given me good advice?”
“When I told you two weeks ago not to eat the whole carton of beignets because you’d get sick and you did,” he shot back.
I winced, picking up my mascara. I had gotten sick, but I deserved that carton of sugary, fried goodness. That day…
I didn’t want to think about that day.
“And what about when you ordered that supreme pizza and ate almost all of it?” he said. “I told you that it would probably make you feel bad later.”
Nose wrinkling, I tried to remember what night he was talking about. There were a lot of Friday nights—pizza night in my household—that I ate an entire pie and felt terrible afterward.
“Or how about that time I told you that the seared ahi tuna looked a little gray for my liking? But, oh no, Brighton knows better.” He reached down, scratching Dixon between the ears. “You ate it all, and then I spent the night cleaning up your puke.”