Lady Wolf's Library

By: DV Fischer
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Genre: Dark Romance

Rating: 🌕🌕🌕🌗
Heat Level: 🔥🔥🔥🔥(feral)
Tropes: Plus Size FMC, Forbidden Romance

REVIEW

HER is the dark curvy fem romance that you’ve been wanting–just be warned. Pay attention to the trigger warnings because this one is DARK DARK.

The Charlie and Nix aren’t necessarily likeable, but they are readable and the spice is good. Again, this is super, super dark, and choices by the FMC (Charlie) are VERY questionable. What the MMC (Nix) does for a living is 90% immoral (sex work itself is morally debatable, but coercive control and human trafikking are absolutely immoral)–but that is Dark Romance. Some parts of this are really troubling. There is what basically amounts to a snuff ring, which is definitely disturbing subject matter. MMC doesn’t 100% work for that side of the business, but it exists and I ended up being really sad through most of the book because human trafficking is a real thing and it’s hard to root for someone who appears to work FOR the SOBs committing these atrocities rather than actively against them. However, you hold on to hope that the surface level is not the only level and you do not leave disappointed on that front.

I’m not a stranger to this type of thriller, though. Ultimately, you WANT to see these people go down for their crimes. In this case, you also get the benefit here where someone goes down in other ways.

If you can handle the dark subject matter, it’s worth the read.

Thanks to NetGalley and BooksGoSocial for the free ebook copy in exchange for a fair and honest review!

PUBLISHER’S SYNOPSIS

I have a badge, a chip on my shoulder, and everything to prove.

Fresh out of the academy and already fighting for respect I shouldn’t have to earn, I’m not the kind of woman who waits for permission. When a case surfaces that no one wants—the kind that lives in shadow and trades in lives—I volunteer. I’m prepared for the danger. I’m prepared to become someone I’m not.

What I’m not prepared for is him.

He has no business being a complication. But the closer I get, the more the lines blur between the mission and the obsession, between who I’m pretending to be and who I’m becoming.

Some lines, once crossed, don’t uncross. And some men have a way of making you forget what you came for.