Title: Razing Grace part two
Author: Amo Jones

This is the second part of the Razing Grace duet, find the review for book one here:

1 – Razing Grace Part 1 Review

So the only note I made going through this book is …How on earth could you do that to me?

That’s how far into the characters you are drawn, that it feels like I’ve gone through this marathon, epic, messed up, emotional nightmare of a book and come out the other side. Just.

I hate cliffhangers and the three days I’ve had to wait to get my hands on this book were three days too long! I really feel for anyone who read part one a while ago and has been waiting.

This really is an awful book – there’s just bad crap after bad crap that happens to this poor group. Somehow, despite all the bad stuff that happens a family is forged. A slightly psychopathic and very dysfunctional family, but a family all the same.

There is Love, there is laughter, there is friendship and comraderie. This really is a book that takes you through so many emotions. The characters are engaging and charismatic, if completely bonkers.

For anyone who has read book one it will come as no surprise that there are some fantastic sex scenes and an amazing dynamic between our King and Queen. There are some great links in with the MC and some fabulous sneek peeks at what is going on over there.

There are a whole range of secondary characters that our Queen is bringing the human side out in and I’m really looking forward to potentially seeing more of them – Joker and Angel especially.

This is another amazingly written book that leaves you looking forward to the next installment, if a little emotionally hungover 😍

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Blurb

Can something that burns so rapidly calm the whispering chaos of your cries? Or is this all just an illusion. The perfect hypnosis. Like the humming of a sweet melody to your frantic brain.
Drip.
Blood trickled over the curve of Millie’s collarbone.
Drip.
Slithering over her shoulder.
Drip.
Sliding off and into the mass puddle of death surrounding her.
The last petal has fallen, a queen is born, and the disarray of her world is about to shatter under her very throne.