July 30, 2020
Reign is the third and final book in the The Sainthood-Boys of Lowell High series by Siobhan Davis. It can NOT be read as standalone. It’s a complex, intense, hot AF story so if you haven’t started the series…do it now! You won’t want to stop reading once you start. It’s seriously so addicting. I can’t really say much about the story without spoiling anything so it will be fast.
Harlow and her protective men are ready. Ready to bring down Sinner and The Sainthood. They wanted to bring them down alone but they need to enlist allies. It’s hard to trust anyone with the life they have each endured over the last eighteen years. The only ones they fully trust is each other. Their love is stronger than ever. Hotter than ever. Sweeter than ever. It’s what they need to bring down theses assholes. But will it be enough? Sinner might be a sick fuck but he isn’t stupid.
OMFG! This series is dark, twisted, swoon-worthy, addicting, and hot AF. I mean, four men with different personalities but all protective? Yum! One woman who is a complete badass queen? Kick ass. Together, these five are raw, they bring out the best in each other. They are only eighteen but so fucking mature. I forget they are in high school. They are living in a world of older men and women. A life nobody should have to endure but they find love within.
Their love isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. It’s rough, it’s tough, and sometimes it hurts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because we’re a team.
“Careful, Saintly. Your crazy is showing.” He smacks my ass. Hard. And I glare at him.
“Careful, princess. You know what happens when you push my buttons.”
“Starting the party without us, my queen?” he asks, tsking while his eyes drop to where I’m stroking Caz.
- I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book
Galen’s cell pings, and he cracks up laughing. “Man, he’s pathetic.”
I look into the back seat, grinning. “Darrow is nothing if not predictable.”
“You should meet with him,” Theo says. “Hear what he’s planning.”
“It could be a trap,” Saint suggests.
“Nah.” Galen shakes his head, and waves of dark, silky hair fall into his eyes. He tosses them aside with a flip of his head. “He still thinks I want Lo dead. I can tell him I’m even more bloodthirsty now that I was almost killed in the explosion that was meant for her.”
“Cold.” Saint grins wickedly at his cousin.
“But perfect,” Caz adds.
“Perfect would be his head on a spike,” Saint snarls. “He’s lucky he’s still in one piece after the shit he said to you back there.”
“I was so tempted to slice off his dick,” I admit. “Like, I seriously had to talk myself off that ledge.”
Caz chuckles. “You couldn’t deprive us of that sight. When you chop his cock off, I want a front-row seat.”
I lean back for a knuckle touch. “Deal, dude. Wouldn’t want to deprive you of such quality entertainment.”
Copyright © Siobhan Davis 2020