Here is River Hales's "Ricochet."
["Callum Hayes
The first time I witnessed death was my mother’s when I was eight years old. It devastated me. The second was at sixteen when I stumbled on my stepfather’s body after he was brutally murdered. That one screwed me up in a different way.
Since then, I’ve kept my shadows at bay, my secrets locked up tight. That is until Stone Wakefield joins my college hockey team.
Five years ago, he saw something I meant to take to my grave. He saw me weak, and I hate him for it. I have no choice but to keep hating him so he never sees past my mask again.
Stone Wakefield
Callum hates me, and he does nothing to hide it. While that makes it easy to get under his skin, it presents a problem on the ice. However, the bigger threat is my growing need to protect and possess him.
When I start to wonder if he’s just as obsessed with me as I am with him, I’m not sure if I can stay away. I know I should because I have secrets of my own.
But what if the darkness in both of us is the piece we’ve each been missing?
Callum Hayes is mine. He just doesn’t know it yet."]
Yes. All of the yes. A hockey, dark romance? Enemies (ish) to lovers? Trauma meeting traumatic? Death meeting dying? Crazy matching crazy? Again I said, all of the yes.
These two were utterly made for each other, it just took Cal a bit to figure it out. Stone knew almost right away though. And speaking of Stone, he's type of psycho was refreshing; all of the possessive and obsessive and touch-him-and-die plus all of the feels and sorry's and tears. It was adorable (yes, I just called a killer adorable--I've done it before, I'll do it again.).
Trigger Warnings: violence, murder (serial killer), blood and gore, grief and trauma, childhood abuse and childhood sexual assault (not on-page), PTSD, panic attack, nightmares, brief suicidal ideation, mild violence between MCs, repressed memories, choking, blood play, and more.
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