“I don’t need another kink.”
That thought pops into my head whenever I pull up my favorite social media app, but alas, every time I scroll, I learn something new about myself, and another one is born. And yes, I know I’m responsible for what the algorithm shows me, but I’m trying to ignore that fact.
Lately, my feed has been dominated by masked men. I’ve favorited videos with them dressed in full cosplay, decked out in futuristic military apparel, and wrapped up like ghouls.
But more than anything else, my FYP is filled with shirtless men wearing ghost masks. Bonus points if they’re heavily tattooed, wielding a knife, or covered in fake blood. At night, I dream about being chased by them, of them catching me and doing deliciously dark things to my more than willing body.
I never could have guessed that by sending one drunken text, those dreams would become my new reality.
“I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.”
A masked cat daddy?! Like helllloooo yes pleaseeee. Lights Out was everything dark, delicious, and kinky I wanted in a book. I love how this started off as I expected but then spun into something so different and it did not disappoint.
The aspects of Aly being a nurse and Josh being a super-tech hacker were really nice touches. I liked how it showcased “normal” aspects but at the same time, there were so many other elements weaved throughout with each of their dark backgrounds and kinks. Plus, there were plenty of spouts of humor which I love me some snark.
“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.”
Lights Out is super sexy, super kinky, and let’s face it… all the dark romance we booksta girlies are secretly daydreaming about. If this is on your radar definitely grab it and devour it.
Jotted by Jena 