The Pucking Wrong Number
One text to the wrong number…mine…and everything changed.
He won’t tell me his last name, and maybe that should throw up a thousand red flags, but when I’m all alone in a new city and struggling to make ends meet, his texts are the lifeline I’ve been desperate for.
But I never would have answered that text if I’d known that Lincoln Daniels, superstar hockey player extraordinaire was the one sending them.
He’s trying to sweep me off my feet now. He says he’s obsessed.
He wants me wearing his number…permanently.
The question is…is he still the wrong number, or can this hockey god prove he’s Mr. Right?
Tropes / Triggers
Dark Romance , possessive /obsessive, sport romance / ice hockey, stalking, dubious consent , manipulation, somnophilia, dark obsessive themes, virgin heroine, smut 🌶️🌶️
My Review
I just wrapped up "The Pucking Wrong Number," and let me tell you, it's a wild ride through the murky waters of love, trauma, and a whole lot of possessiveness.
Picture this: Monroe, tough as nails at barely 19, and Lincoln, the golden boy with a not-so-golden past, getting tangled in a web of mistaken texts. "The Pucking Wrong Number" kicks off with Monroe's snark meeting Lincoln's charm, and suddenly, you're knee-deep in a texting frenzy that's part cheesy, part addictive.
Sure, Monroe's got a list of horrors from her past, and Lincoln's wrestling with his demons, but who knew swapping texts could turn their worlds upside down? As their messages ping-pong back and forth, things get giddy for Monroe and downright obsessive for Lincoln. You'd think it's a recipe for a dark romance, but hold your horses. This book serves up sweetness with a side of obsession, and the drama? Well, it takes its sweet time to arrive.
And speaking of drama, when it finally does, it's like a rollercoaster. Lincoln's possessiveness cranks up to eleven, and just when you think they've hit peak saccharine, bam! Dark romance mode engaged. Suddenly, we're in the deep end, folks, with Lincoln showing his true colors in all their twisted glory.
But let's pump the brakes for a sec. While the text banter is top-notch, do we really need a detailed tour of every damn room they enter? And as for the grand finale, well, let's just say it left a bit to be desired. With all the shady characters lurking around, I was expecting a twist that'd knock my socks off, not a lukewarm surprise.
Overall, "The Pucking Wrong Number" might not be the dark romance it claims to be, but hey, it's still a wild ride. Think of it as your typical hockey romance with a hefty dose of possessiveness and a sprinkle of Stockholm syndrome. It's like watching a game where the puck keeps veering off course, but hey, at least the players know how to keep you entertained.
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