Tangled Love (Chaotic Rein, #1) by Haley Jenner


Codi Rein is a means to an end. A bloody and vengeful penance for wrong doing. She was our way to inflict pain and suffering on those who took away what was most important to us. 
She was supposed to be a no one. Insignificant.
She wasn’t supposed to make me smile.
She wasn’t supposed to make me laugh.
She sure as shit wasn’t supposed to make me feel something other than hate. 
She wasn’t supposed to make me love her.
She was a means to an end. Now the bloody and vengeful end looks to be mine. Because it now comes down to love or loyalty and it’s on me to decide what reigns absolute; heart or family.


ellie's $0.02:

This book left me empty and full, speechless and full of words, and just so fucking tangled and cleansed.

Aside from a brilliant plot, the words are meticulously laid out and planned.  The emotions literally drip and ooze off the pages of the book.  The moves, the twists, the reveals.  And each new emotion a character lays out, the story takes a new turn and opens Pandora's box more. It's a huge tangled perfect mess.

This is absolute sheer and utter raw TALENT put together one divine book.  I'm flabbergasted and in awe of the work put into this book and how well it played out.  Every line, every word, every detail carefully put on paper is perfect and lyrical and placed with precision.  Every scene rolled out in perfect timing and sequence.  Every character flaw displayed like artwork.  Every turn is perfectly synced with the rhythm of my heartbeat.

It's tangled to say the least.  Everything about this is tangled.  My heart, my brain, and my hair.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for the blow job scene.  YES.  REALISM.

In true honesty, any reader of any type (okay, kids are the exception) needs this book.  If you want the emotional, the angst, the feel good, the feel bad, the deep, the light, the humor, the sex, (the REAL blow job scene,) the love, the thinker...

...THE book of 2018...

This.  Is.  It.

A masterpiece.  A true masterpiece.

*standing ovation*


“I’m sorry your mom died,” she spits, the fury inside her eyes having claimed her completely, coursing through her veins with unrelenting control. “I’m sorry she was taken from you. I’m sorry you’ve let your pain manifest into hate. I’m sorry the both of you are so black inside you can’t see any light when it shines down on you. I’m sorry that all your mother would feel is disappointment that the two people she spent her short life loving, turned so hateful.”

Her words hit hard. They steal the breath from my lungs and cause my feet to stumble backward with the force behind them.

Because they’re true.