Madness of the Horde King by Zoey Draven

I used to read literature, you know? Thomas Hardy, James Joyce (which, ew); I’ve read every single Austen novel. Most of the Brontes. I’ve read motherfucking War and Peace, for the love of Chrrrrrrrrist! And yet here I am, book 3 of Beefcakes With Tails Living In Tents. And I would take this time to defend my choices, to point out that what makes literature Lit—rah-tour for one person is not what makes literature Li-trah-chur for the next person, to wax poetic about the myriad benefits of losing oneself in a ridiculous fantasy that pulls you so completely out of your own life and your own troubles and your own thoughts, but instead I’m just gonna say that I enjoyed book 3 better than book 2 and I know that’s a controversial opinion but there you have it.

Also, pay close attention to the trigger warnings because yep they’re there for a reason.