Malum: Part 2 (The Elite Kings’ Club Book 5)

Malum: Part 2 (The Elite Kings' Club Book 5)

Malum: Part 2 by Amo Jones

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Excellent series

I loved reading this series. That said, this was not my favorite piece of it. Somehow it didn’t grab me the way the others did. Don’t get me wrong, it was still really good, but it fell a bit short for me after the masterpiece that was Malum 1.
I loved the relationship between Nate and Tilly. After the first three books of the series I was so in love with Nate, and so excited for his books. And this author did not disappoint. Nate and Tilly are so good together when they get out of their own way, and don’t let fear rule. These men she writes… oh, my. Now I’m just going to have to try to be patient for the books still to come. Brantley, I’m waiting on you, boo! I also hope we get one for Tate. Perhaps with Spyder? And what about Bailey and Abel? What about that saucy Benny? I want ALL the books/spinoffs/whatever it would be that keeps these characters, and this world, alive. Because I love their crazy. I love their surprises. I love that just when you think you know something… it turns out you don’t.
This book is much safer than Malum 1. Malum 1 tore my heart out and put it through a wood chipper, making me cry harder than I have in quite some time. This one didn’t, thank god. So you can feel safe on that front.
I was glad to read that, while this series is technically slated to end after a few more books, the author intends to write some additional standalones for these characters. I can’t wait! My pre-order trigger finger is standing by!
Recommended!



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Some girls don’t like pretty things.
Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees.
They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?
The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.
This is a war of fate.

She’s going to break.
She’s going to fall.
She will eventually come back to me, on all fours
Because this isn’t a fairy tale
I am no knight.
I’ll take all of her soul
And pour in my spite.
No light.
No light.
Even my darkness, survives in daylight.

But love does win
Because even through the sin
It’s her that lingers within.

She beats through my veins.
Whispers over my flesh
Tugs on my heart strings
Like a puppet, tangled in a mess

Will my heart be enough
To bring her back to life
When the first thing she reached for
Was not him
Or him
Or me
It was the one person that haunted her, into misery.

This isn’t a game.
Those aren’t my tricks
If she doesn’t obey
There’s a number…
86.

Published by Amanda Marie

Compulsive reader. Romantic suspense/contemporary romance/dark romance/NA romance addict. Particularly fond of mafia, forced/arranged marriage, secret baby, kidnapping, and dark alpha heroes. Just out here doing my part for humanity- these books won't read themselves.

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