Rise of the Cinder Fae (Dark Hearts Fairytale Retellings, #1)

by Whitney Dean

avert my attention from him and instead focus on the selection of meats and fruits. Even at Ashbury’s best, we’ve never had this many selections.

repetition

“You’ve forgotten your place, Elora.” I attempt to yank free. “My place?” “I am your prince, Elora.

Why do they have to add a name at the end of each sentence? We know who he’s talking to this book needs so much editing

“Fucking pumpkins, Elora.

“Not just for pumpkins, Elora.”

Ffs

“I care nothing for your forgiveness, Elora.”

THIS IS RIDICULOUS

“You won’t have another chance, Elora.”

I can’t

“I expected more from you, Elora. Is your only weapon that mouth of yours?”

One more time and I’m dnfing

The slip barely reaches her mid-thigh. I wonder how she tastes.

Wtf

The remaining guests remain silent.

Nice 2

I wouldn’t stop her, but I would chase her. I’d never forget how she tasted.

Wtf

She whips her skirt around and leaves her daughters in a curtsy behind her, snapping at them to follow her after realizing they remained behind.

Nice

but two new ones sat in the center with a doll in a purple dress—the same color Elora wore when I found her sleeping in the gardens.

I thought she never wore purple before dancing with massimo?????

but I added additional coal when the flames began to dwindle.

But I added more coal maybe? Added additional GOSH

love you,” she breathes, sliding her arms around my neck. “I promised myself I never would, but I fell in love with you.” My smile is so broad that I worry my cheeks will split, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything other than her at this moment. And I kissed her.

Present tense and then suddenly past

He hauls the man over his shoulder and hands me the bloodied arrow, grinning further at my disgust from the still-bloodied arrow while I slide it into the quiver with the rest.

PLS NEXT TIME HIRE SOME EDITORS

Dimples. “You love me?”

I hate this, suddenly he has dimples????? 70% into the book he just developed them?

Her haughty little smirk is followed by her trying to wiggle free from me, but her exposed chest isn’t for anyone’s eyes but mine.

Wtf does that has to do with anything?

Elora’s back is arched off the floor, her fingers clawing at the blankets, and sweat blankets her.

Really? She’s under blanket and sweat blankets her, nice

I’m starved for her, long having tipped over the edge of obsession, and irritated that I’ve lived without her when she was only a bridge away from me for most of my life.

She was a child, calm down

“I know. I understand why you are upset, but please don’t take it out on him…” I release her. “Are you…. defending him?” That is the last thing she should’ve said to me. “After I’ve been inside you,

ARE YOU SERIOUS

“Tell your man to keep his eyes off her,” Finnian growls.

I hate him so much

I should feel guilty for listening to this. I should be trying to stop it as the son of the king they want to eliminate, but instead, I pull Elora into my lap and kiss her temple.

Didn’t YOU want to kill him??? What’s your problem suddenly???

I drop the rope and pound my fist against the desk. “He could’ve brought Elora here!

Possessive asshole with anger issues, perfect

Finnian looks like he needs someone new to take his aggression out on,

GIANT RED FLAG

A deep, bone-chilling voice calls from the cave entrance, “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.” Finnian steps inside, his fists clenched at his sides and his darkened stare pinned to Cedric. “And I suggest you get your fucking hand off my wife.”

This is not cute or romantic. This is problematic. I hate him so much. She should leave his ass and go with the faeries.