I’m not a Rina Kent hater and I’m also not a Rina Kent truther but something about her mm books keep me locked in from start to finish. I feel like I’ve stepped into a tear in reality every time I pick up one of her books and don’t reemerge until I’ve finished the whole thing. What sorcery even is that bc the writing isn’t even anything monumental so why can’t I put it down?
Anyway, Tempting Venom up next













