I wanted to give this book four stars so bad, but I just couldn’t. As much as I loved it I also have to acknowledge that it could have been so much more.

The writing style was good. I enjoyed reading the word flow. The characters were also solid, unique, and very real. These two components would normally make the book a solid five stars for me.

Not today. Wicked Saints fell short on the plot. For one, the entire time I read the love interest I was cringing. At first I had hope that it would have been a friendship. It should have been a friendship. Then there was the actual plot. So many things were set up to never be followed upon and so many other things happened with no set up. It kind of felt a bit too messy.

This book is a weird mix for me. While I completely acknowledge many things that just did not work, I also could see myself picking it up and reading it again.