A Court of Sugar and Spice (Wicked Darlings, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

A closer look at the artifacts beneath the bell jars and glass cases reveals items I can’t quite identify—a cap dyed several shades of brown, a jeweled claw, a set of pearly white fangs on a gold chain, and a dagger that seems to glow faintly silver where it disappears into its sheath. Pinned to the wall there’s a pair of dragonfly wings, much too large to have come from any dragonfly I’ve ever seen. Above them is a pair of antlers, sparkling white.

“You have always ridiculed customs, defied laws, and flirted with wickedness,” begins the Prince. “Not just flirted. I’ve outright fucked with wickedness,” interjects the winged faerie. “Go on.”

He crouches, clicking his tongue, and three white furry shadows slink toward him. He scoops one up—it’s smaller than a cat, fluffier than a weasel, with a plumed white tail. “See?” He comes to the edge of the tub and holds the little thing closer to me. It has enormous eyes and the cutest tiny face, complete with long white whiskers. Its two miniscule front paws are cupped over the top of his hand.

I love little animal companions, and especially when a man has such adorable ones

He’s on his feet in a blink, poised lightly on the mattress, his eyes sharply alert and a blade in his hand. He moved so deftly, so smoothly, he didn’t even wake Clara.

This is unrealistic lol but I’ll take it

“Sex has always been an escape for me—especially when it’s forbidden. That naughty thrill, and the excitement of the seduction game, is all I will have left once I marry. I’ll enjoy it until I’m too old to attract any fine gentlemen or pretty ladies anymore—or until I perish from some venereal disease.”

While I’m not fond of Louisa’s character as a romantic interest, I appreciate how honest and bold she is with her sexuality. It’s just hard for me to see her being satisfied in a relationship that doesn’t involve sex in the way she’s always enjoyed it… and you know the prince will NOT be keen on an open relationship. If they were to get together, I wonder if she’d be happy about their sex life.

but what can you do? Besides fuck?” I stare at him, my lungs and throat tightening, tears stinging my eyes. “You keep doing this. Reducing me to a slut, a whore.” “Because that’s how you’ve presented yourself to me. By word and deed, you’ve told me who you are. Own it, or change it. There is no in-between.”

I mean he’s not really wrong???? That is how she’s presenting herself. If she wants to be seen as something different, she’s gotta open up.

“You know, Louisa—sometimes I really hate you.” “I don’t mean to upset you,” she says. “I’m only telling you the truth.” “Maybe that’s what you tell yourself.” I swallow hard against the lump rising in my throat. “But I think you can’t bear for anyone else to have something you don’t. That’s why you always feel the need to ruin everything!”

I’m happy to see some sisterly fighting and for Clara to call Louisa out

Finias has outdone himself. I’ve never been to a Fae revel, but even I can tell. He created the bathing pools the Rat King wanted, which are now crowded with Unseelie folk slathered in blood or honey-milk—and he made a third pool of warm melted cheese, in which the Rat King himself is rolling and dunking, his fur stuck together in cheesy clumps. It’s all very disgusting.

This sounds amazing

I don’t know why that sweet, chaste kiss makes me warmer inside than any I’ve ever received. I’m so wet for him I’m afraid I’ll leave moisture on the saddle when I dismount—but beyond that, I think my heart is wet for him. It’s softening, melting, making me believe that if I just give in to this, if I let him choose me, everything will be all right.

I never knew a line like “my heart is wet for him” could be so cute lol

I climb to my feet, not caring that I’m dressed in nothing but black ribbons. The icy morning breeze tosses my hair as I stand over Fin, gripping my glowing whip. “You want him?” I shout at the Rat King. “Come and get him, if you dare.”

I love a woman who protects her man

All those others I seduced and kissed and fucked—they each had a taste of what I wanted—freedom, pleasure, love, and power. But if they were a taste, Lir is the meal—satisfying all by himself. Exactly the person I need.

I appreciate this as a conclusion to Louisa’s romance story in this book