This book? Yeah—it ate and left no crumbs. Straight fire from beginning to end.

Made was on TEN for T’Asia, and I loved every second of it. That man stayed ready to protect her like his life depended on it—no hesitation, no fear, just pure “I got you.” That kind of protection? Whew. Say less. Meanwhile, her mama? Trash. Absolute garbage. Had me clenching my jaw and itching to snatch pages. She was foul, and I said what I said.

Now let’s talk that side drama—Kate’s sister and ol’ dude at the club? Something was brewing there, and I need answers now. Trey and his messy parents? Got every bit of that karma they deserved. Trying to play in T’Asia’s face at her own people’s event? Nah. And that cousin? Baby. She needed a cold reality check and a seat way in the back.

But the real win? That friends-to-lovers journey with a splash of BDSM heat? Chef’s kiss. King and Princess went through hell—family pressure, a messy ex, folks always in their business—but the love was loud. It was raw. It was grown. They put in the work, and it paid off.

The ending wrapped things up just right, but let me be clear—I’m tryna see what’s up with the twins and King’s sister ASAP. There’s more story there, and I want it.

This book gave energy, heat, culture, chaos, and heart. If you love Black love with bite, this one’s a must.