Twisted Soul by Morgan B. Lee

Welp. This one took me significantly longer to get through.

We’ve officially reached the point where the spice is rivaling the plot… which has also massively slowed down in its own right. Things do pick up a bit past the halfway mark, but this installment leans heavy on the spice, and honestly, it was a bit much for my personal taste.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the growing dynamic between the guys, and I appreciate the added depth to each relationship with Maven. But it feels like those emotional progressions only happen during spicy scenes. And even when things aren't explicitly steamy, there’s still a constant stream of innuendo and general horniness just dripping off every interaction.

So while I’m still enjoying the series overall and will absolutely be reading the fourth and final book, this has been my least favorite so far. We’re still eating Cheetos at 2 a.m., but now I’m pulling Flaming Hots… and that’s just not my junk food of choice.

There’s also been a noticeable shift in the characters. They are starting to feel like caricatures of their tropes instead of well-rounded character. The horny himbo dragon is still funny at times, but teetering into full-blown parody. And don’t even get me started on the “crazy” ones. They’ve lost that delicious, unhinged edge and gone full quirky theater kid with a “tehe aren’t we just so kooky and cwazy, darling?” energy. I miss the genuinely deranged menace.

Still enjoying the story, but in my opinion, it’s getting a little weaker as it goes, mostly due to being diluted and frequently derailed by, well... all de... railing. 😅