This book is like a director’s cut of the Kyleverse—a gloriously unhinged selected scenes of books 1 through 10, but this time? It’s from Kyle’s POV, and he is not holding back. (Can we talk about his stamina on this time line?) We are getting every unfiltered, over-the-top, wildly explicit moment he’s ever caused, encouraged, or accidentally made way hotter than it had any business being. You thought you knew chaos? You thought you understood this man? You were wrong.
Every chapter is a nuclear explosion of sex, mayhem, and twisted hilarity. There is so much come in this book, I’m honestly concerned for the paper it’s printed on.
Rubik’s Cube? ✅ Rake? ✅ Spatula? DUH! A hose? Of course. Faulty’s unrelenting chaos? Naturally. You’re not just reading scenes—you’re being body-slammed by them. Kyle is a feral gremlin of sexual energy who excels at the kind of weird (and I mean weirdest shit ever) that should never be hot—but somehow, it is. It shouldn’t work. But it absolutely does.
And THEN. Owen and Gale show up and just—boom. Soft. Sweet. Ridiculously cute. I was expecting it, and I adored it. Their dynamic is the emotional support blanket you need after Kyle has emotionally (and physically) wrecked your life, and when that extra snippet hits at the end? I squealed. I did. No shame.
This is Kyle finally getting his moment in the spotlight, and he drags you through every insane second of it with glitter, flavor shots, and enough ridiculous kink to short-circuit your Kindle.
This isn’t just a book—it’s a fever dream in sentient romance form. So buckle up, chug some electrolytes, and maybe call your therapist, because Kyle is here, he’s narrating, and he’s about to wreck your entire week. Gloriously. Smack your lips delicious…now excuse me, I just got a craving for cotton candy