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493 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 9, 2021
That was mild compared to his other comebacks
I was all over the place in this book. I went from saying, “ You in danger, girl” (sound familiar ? ) to “I freaking love Leon. “ I just couldn’t get enough and wanted to cry when the book was over. The plot and character growth are astronomical. Parts of this book remind me of Stephen King's early work. And the steam is out of this world—one thousand out of five.
Maybe I should put you over that table and spank your ass until it’s a nice, bright, cherry red. Maybe I should make you hold your own panties in your mouth while I do, to keep you quiet. Maybe…” He was so close, his lips brushed my ear, his voice a whisper that slithered into my head and wrapped around my brain. “I should make you spread your legs while I spank you, so I can see just how wet you get every time I leave another mark on your skin.”
I can’t wait for the next book in the series and see who and what it is about. If you like PNR and erotica, Her Soul To Take is for you.
"Living forever isn't so terribly important."
"What's important then?"
"Freedom."
“Despite the anxiety shooting off alarm bells in my head, I gulped down a mouthful…”
“‘You need to stop drinking that, babe.’
But the thing was, I didn’t want to stop drinking. Whatever Jeremiah had made me was good…”
“…they were good hosts, even if they were secretly plotting to kill me.”
Leon withdrew his fingers, and I leaned back heavily against the wall in the afterglow. I had no words that would suffice for the rush of that experience: the frantic pleasure, the fear of being caught, the disbelief at what I was doing. Without my noticing, Leon had taken my vape from my pocket, and he held it up to my lips as he also held up his slick fingers to the streetlight’s glow. They glistened as I took a slow, light-headed drag from the pen.
“Beautiful,” he said softly. He put one finger into his mouth, and sucked it clean as I exhaled. The smoke swirled around his face as Zane came to his side.
“That was fucking gorgeous,” he said, slinging an arm around Leon’s shoulder and looking me hungrily up and down. Then Leon held up his middle finger, still glistening, and Zane took it slowly into his mouth, licking it clean.
“Always the middle finger,” Zane muttered, straightening his jacket as he licked his lips.
“For you? Always.” Leon stepped away, looking me over as I buttoned my jeans with clumsy fingers. He held out my vape. “Thanks for playing. See you on campus, doll.” He gave me a two-finger salute, and he and Zane left the alley side by side, chuckling as they went.
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➥ Rae (h) was not my favourite fmc that HL has written. Since I'm writing this review after I've read The Dare and Her Soul for Revenge, I think Rae is my least favourite. She doesn't have that fun brattiness that Jess does, nor is she as hot and badass as Juniper. She made some silly decisions and wasn't as engaging with Leon as I would have liked her to be. I think it's more fun when both mcs are on very even playing field (like in Her Soul for Revenge). That's the main critique of mine that lowered my rating by 0.5 stars. But other than that, I loved (nearly) everything else.
➥ Leon (H) is so hot woah. He's definitely one of my top book bfs and even tops Zane from the second book. He's so protective but funny and sweet inside. He's just everything. Probably the best example of an "I hate everyone but you" man. And although I complained about Rae's damsel complex, I must say, I absolutely loved it every time he had to save her hehe. The only thing that broke my heart was the use of "baby girl". It began around the 75% mark and it killed me because it would have been perfect without it. It's down to personal preference of course, but I can't help but cringe every time I hear it. It's like I can actually hear Massimo saying it 😭 "bebigorl".
“I’d gladly admit I was generally a dick, but Rae made me want to be...nice...to her. Only to her. Everyone else could get fucked.”
“The ache of looking at her was almost too much, the sweetest pain in my chest as I brushed her hair back from her face before turning to leave her. Love. What an odd thing.”
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“You’re an asshole,” I whispered.
“You are what you eat.”
“Your ploy for my soul won’t work. I’ll survive without your deal just fine, thank you very much.”
“Says the girl who was just fucked by a demon.”
“Mercy," he whispered. He made that simple word sound beautiful, like poetry, like something tender. “That's all you have to say, and the game will stop immediately. Make sense?”
“Tell me you remember, Rae. what makes the game stop?”
“Mercy,” I whispered.
“Good girl.”
“If you’re going to be damned, you need to go willingly.”
“your blood, piss, sweat, cum – i want it all. mine. abandon your inhibitions now. you won’t have a use for them anymore.”
“Ah...fuck, baby girl…”
“Remember what I am, baby girl,” he growled.
“Beautiful,” he said softly. He put one finger into his mouth, and sucked it clean as I exhaled. The smoke swirled around his face as Zane came to his side.
“That was fucking gorgeous,” he said, slinging an arm around Leon’s shoulder and looking me hungrily up and down. Then Leon held up his middle finger, still glistening, and Zane took it slowly into his mouth, licking it clean.
#1 Her Soul to Take ★★★★★
#1 Her Soul for Revenge ★★★★★
In French, there’s a phrase for the random urge to jump from high places, the irrational desire to swerve into traffic despite imminent destruction: l'appel du vide, the call of the void. Those sudden feral impulses tend to be shoved away immediately, but humans still experience them. What if you jumped? What if you touched the fire? What if? What if?
When I looked at him, staring at me, the void called.
What if?
I was a killer. A hunter. Not a protector. Not even for tiny mortal girls with no sense of self-preservation.
Every path I’d taken, every seemingly inconsequential decision, had led to this moment. The choice between two eternities, a choice that was mine alone. I’d chosen. I knew to whom my soul belonged, and it wasn’t to a merciless God.