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The Twisted series: Twisted Love #1

Author: Ana Huang

Genre: Romance, New Adult

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐/5.

Spice: 🌶🌶🌶

Goodreads rating: 3.7/5

Pages: 352

Published: 29 April 2021

Twisted Love Review

Note: This book is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to explicit content (steamy chapters).

If there were a roller coaster named "Twisted Love," you'd need a seatbelt, a helmet, and probably a permission slip from your emotions. Ava Huang, no relation to your blender (I hope), stirs up a potent concoction in this whirlwind of a romance novel that comprises–count them– 43 chapters of "Oh my gosh, did that just happen ?"

The story spotlights Ava Chen, a photography student with a keen eye for drama and Alex Volkow, the best friend of her brother and her knight in damp and stubborn armor. Seriously, their romance kicks off with Ava playing damsel in distress in the rain, only to be saved by Alex.

Cliché ? Yes.

Did I eat it up ? Double yes.

These two are like an onion of emotions - lots of layers and might make you cry. Ava's got a baggage claim's worth of past trauma and an ex-boyfriend who probably never learned the word "no" or "goodbye."

Alex? He's the broody sort, hiding his very own emotional baggage behind that mysterious exterior. (I'd bet if he were real he'd be a softie on the inside, and probably bake cupcakes or something.)

Sparks fly between these two like it's the Fourth of July. It's not all fireworks, though. Their relationship sees more ups and downs than my internet connection on a stormy day. And speaking of stormy… Chapters 19, 22, 24, 26, and 43? They're not weather updates, but you'll need a fan.

Huang, in between the romance and drama, has a checklist of all your favorite romance tropes. Brother's Best Friend? Check. Grumpy meets Sunshine? Check. Interracial romance? Yep. Forced to share the last piece of chocolate (or proximity, whatever)? Check. It's like she raided the romance trope store and thought, "I'll take one of each!"

Now, the pacing is great – though there are times when I wished I could yell, "Calm down !" But hey, that's romance novels for you. And if you're scouting for a quote to slap onto an aesthetically pleasing background and post on Instagram, here's a gem: "You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given." So deep, it's almost at the Earth's core.

The end of the book? Oh boy, let's just say if you don't grip the edge of your seat, you might fall off. It's dramatic, touching, and everything in between.

To wrap up this twisted little package, "Twisted Love" is like that roller coaster you're a little afraid to get on but can't resist the thrill. Sure, it's part of a series, but it stands strong on it's lonesome. Fans of love, drama, and the occasional eye-roll, this one's for you!

Please note that this book is part of a series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Wait a minute boys and girls, check out these trigger warnings first:

Attempted murder

Blood

Child abuse

Death

Stalking

Violence

Romance Tropes, you ask ?

Brother's best friend

Grumpy/Sunshine

Forced proximity

Only one bed

Hates everyone but her

Touch her and you die

Who do we meet in this book ?

Alex Volkov

Ana Chen

What to read next:

The Ex Talk by Rachel Lynn Solomon 

Fix Her Up (Hot And Hammered #1) by Tessa Bailey

To Love Jason Thorn (The Love and Hate Duology #1) by Ella Maise 

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Bed Bug Blues [FICTOID]

“My dear, sweet, delicious little bed bug,” the physician said, gently kissing the squirming insect as it lay trapped on the sticky strip of fly paper, careful to keep his own lips from touching the glue.

Each love hotel in the city adhered to a specific theme, and the theme of this hotel was chocolate.  There was a white chocolate room for lovers into vanilla sex, a dark chocolate room for those seeking interracial activity, a milk chocolate room for those looking for something sweet and satisfying, a chocolate liquor room for those who liked to imbibe while fornicating, a baking chocolate room for those who enjoyed smoking cannabis with their partner/s, a cocoa powder room for those who liked snorting cocaine to enhance their performance, a hot chocolate room for those who liked it steamy, a bittersweet chocolate room for breakup sex, and a ruby chocolate room for those with rich, rarefied tastes.

From his magnifying glass, the physician could diagnose the poor, struggling bed bug with giardiasis, a parasitic infection that prompts severe bouts of explosive diarrhea in human beings.

Not the sort of thing one wants in a chocolate themed love hotel.

“You shall make my fortune, little bed bug,” said the physician, already deciding what color his new Ferrari would be.  “They will bribe me not to report this to the health department, to take care of the matter quietly so as not to alarm customers, and I shall rake a considerable kickback in hiring fumigators and pest control technicians.

“And all the while, I shall keep you and breed you, so that periodically your offspring can find their way back here, creating a new demand for my services.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, little bed bug.  You have made my day -- and my tax consultant’s day.”

The love hotel shared the same basic set up with all other love hotels.  A lobby with a menu board showing color photos of the different rooms available.  Couples (or threesomes, or foursomes, or moresomes) would select a room and pay in advance using a gift card available at kiosks across the city.

This would release a key to the selected room and open the elevator to take you straight to the selected floor.  Gentle chimes would alert you as you reached the final moments of your hour-long stay, and as you departed discreetly out the lobby, you dropped your key off with the mama-san sitting behind a glassed-in counter.

The physician took the elevator down to the lobby and showed the flypaper strip to the mama-san.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“A bed bug,” said the physician.  He decided red would be the color for his new Ferrari. 

“And…?”

“It’s infected with giardiasis,” said the physician. 

“And…?”

“The health department will close you down.”  No response from the mama-san.  “If I report it,” he said.

The mama-san shrugged fatalistically.  “Do what you must,” she said.

The physician blinked in surprise.  “You don’t understand.  When I report this -- if I report this, the health department will shut you down.  For weeks, perhaps months. 

“Maybe even permanently.”

Again a shrug.  “If it happens, it happens,” said the mama-san.  She seemed remarkably sangfroid about her imminent loss of income.

The physician felt crestfallen, his brand-new Ferrari driving off.  “I am going to report this,” he said, hoping she might change her mind.

“Then you better hurry,” she said.  “Government offices close at five o’clock.”

Defeated, the physician slunk out the door.  As he left, she automatically locked the door behind him and turned on the “No Vacancy” sign.

The physician had been the last person in the love hotel other than herself and her husband, who was currently sleeping off a three-day binge in the chocolate liquor room.

It had been a bar marriage from the start, thank the gods they had no children.  He beat her and gambled and whored around.

The mama-san bought the love hotel in a last desperate attempt to provide herself with enough money to live out her latter years, but as fast as it came in, her husband spent it.  When his latest hooker girlfriend complained of bed bug bites, he called the physician, knowing him to be a worthless old quack he could easily bribe if needed.

But that was before he started his three-day binge.

The mama-san dismissed the young woman who actually cleaned the rooms after customers finished, apologizing to her that her severance pay would be so small.

“I’ll sue,” the young woman said.  “This is nowhere near enough.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s the best I can do,” said the mama-san.

The young woman stormed out.  The mama-san felt relieved, her last duty fulfilled.

She already turned off the water main in the basement so the automatic fire sprinkler system wouldn’t work.  Now she turned off the pilot light to the water heater and disconnected the gas line, twisting the flexible metal hose around to go through the hotel’s air vents.

The last thing she did was to return to her office and brew herself a cup of green tea over a small Sterno warmer to await the inevitable.

    © Buzz Dixon

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The Twisted series: Twisted Hate #3

Author: Ana Huang

Genre: Romance, New Adult

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5.

Spice: 🌶🌶🌶🌶

Goodreads rating: 4/5

Pages: 512

Published: 27 January 2022

Twisted Hate Review

Note: This book is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to explicit content (steamy chapters).

Alright, folks, buckle up and grab your fans, because Ana Huang's "Twisted Hate" will have you feeling like you’ve stepped into a sauna of steamy emotions. If you ever wanted to measure your pulse without working out, this book is your treadmill. And those chapters - Chapters 19, 28, 29, 32, 36, and 45. Well, they're the literary equivalent of the hot sauce challenge.

Navigating through this book is like riding a romance waterslide with the "extra twists" option ticked. It's got all the favorites - friends becoming a bit more than friends, enemies thinking they might just kiss instead of quarrel, and oh, that delicious "I'm falling for my best friend's brother" dilemma. And, props to Huang, she throws in a well-penned interracial relationship without missing a beat.

The narrative dances between Jules and Josh like they're on some cosmic episode of "Dancing with the Stars". It's less "will they, won't they?" and more "WHEN will they, seriously?!" Their verbal rallies could rival the Wimbledon finals. Every heated exchange makes you think, “Someone throw some water on these two!”

The character depth? Insane. When you read, “I would take a thousand fights with Jules over a thousand easy days with anyone else. Because I didn’t want easy. I wanted her,” you can't help but think, "Well, someone’s been listening to too many love ballads."

But wait! Huang doesn't just serve us a hot plate; she throws in some real-world jalapenos. So for those with delicate constitutions, be warned. There's violence, stalking, and a few other mature sprinkles. If you blush easily, maybe read this one behind closed doors, or next to your vintage Victorian fainting sofa.

What really steals the show is the gradual, 'slow burning but totally worth it' emotional journey between our protagonists. It's like waiting for water to boil - you know it's coming, and when it does, boy, does it bubble!

To sum it up, "Twisted Hate" is more layered than my grandma's lasagna, but way spicier. If you’ve got a heart yearning for drama, dig in! And if anyone's got a recommendation for flame-resistant gloves, let me know.

Please note that this book is part of a series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Wait a minute boys and girls, check out these trigger warnings first:

Abusive parents

Blackmail

Death of a parent

Death of a minor (small scene)

Mildly dubious consent (one scene)

Sexual harassment

Stalking

Romance Tropes, you ask ?

Best Friend's Brother

Enemies to Lovers

Forced Proximity

Interracial

Who do we meet in this book ?

Jules

Josh

What to read next ?

Scarred (Never After Series #2) by Emily McIntire

The Score (Off-Campus series #3) by Elle Kennedy

Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover

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