Title: The Bad Ones
Series or Standalone: Standalone
Author: Stylo Fantome
Release Date: April 12, 2016

Love isn't always bright and shiny.
Sometimes, it's dirty and wrong, buried six feet deep in a secret place where only wild things dare to go. Hidden behind a big black curtain that covers things no one should ever see.
Sometimes it happens between two people who should never be allowed to come together. One who is a match, and the other who just happens to be gasoline.
One strike is all it takes to burn the whole world down, and that's exactly what they plan on doing.
Even if it kills them.
Warning: this book contains graphic sex, extremely brutal violence, bad language, and people repeatedly and knowingly breaking the law.
“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn't try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”
“I'm not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.
“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”


It feels impossible to write this review. I've been trying and I can't figure out what I want to say. Weeks later, I'm still asking myself what the hell I read? How do I feel about it? I'm not sure. I don't think this is a book that'll make you scream, "OMGGGGGGG!!!!! I LOVED THE CHARACTERS. THEY'RE THE BEST THINGS EVER." Because for me, I didn't even liked them. ***gasp*** I thought they were INSANE. Crazy, over the top, NUTSO! They scared me, they made me feel panicky, yet at the same time they intrigued me. It was sick and twisted really. As grossed out as I was with their actions and thoughts, it was like watching a train wreck, I couldn't look away. I couldn't put the story down. Dulcie and Con are WHOAA characters! Over and over and over again, they did things that made my jaw hit the ground.

So, people keep asking, "WHAT DID YOU THINK?!?!" And the only thing I can come up with, the only thing I find myself repeating is...

THIS. WAS. PURE. FREAKING. INSANITY. And for the life of me I could not stop reading. It was messed up, but I was invested, connected, and totally enthralled by the actions of these people who clearly need HELP. **laughs**

I swear in parts this felt evil. It was wicked and cruel and wrong and just OH MY GOD.
The Bad Ones seemed to seethe with feels that were malevolent and malicious in nature. 
I felt like a co-conspirator at times. And even though I shuddered and gasped, I wanted these characters to be okay. (I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT.) I wanted them to have an HEA. Even though I got sweaty and nervous, some twisted, jacked up part of my heart was cheering for Con and Dulcie the entire time.

I don't know what that says about me. It was CRAZY. It was just crazy.

I have to say, Stylo Fantome is truly a gifted writer. She is a writer I admire so much. The sheer fierceness it takes to pen this story, the amount of creativeness, blows me away. I can't imagine what it felt like to be in this book from a writers perspective. I can't imagine what living in these characters psyche felt like! It must have been INTENSE. 

The Bad Ones follows Dulcie Travers and Constantine Masters. Dulcie is a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. And Constantine is a boy who's father was the mayor of the town and has a bright future. Con has never wanted for anything a day in his life. And Dulcie is just trying to get through one day at a time. 

When it comes to 'life paths' Con and Dulcie are on opposing sides, but deep down, in the core of their beings, they share a darkness that no one else but each other sees. It's really hard to explain in a review, but while Dulcie and Con are different the darkness inside them connects them. They are drawn to each other. 

"He wanted to grab her by the arm and drag her out of the building. Take her into the woods and tear her apart. Become one with her, consume her. Find out what was wrong with him, and see if maybe she could cure him. Or even better –maybe find out she was the same."

The Bad Ones trails Dulcie and Con from high school forward. It is not a read for the faint of heart. Again Dulcie AND Con are two of the most f*cked up characters I have ever read. They get off on doing bad things to other people. The CRAVE it. They THRIVE of the mayhem. It feeds the most bad part of their souls and they are OKAY with that. I can't list any good qualities about these two, because I'm not sure they have any. But I will tell you this, there is no way you will forget a word of this book.

I haven't. 
I don't think I ever will. 
This is a story that lingers in your head. 

Overall, I thought this was a CRAZY. It feels WRONG saying I loved it. It's was brutal, bad, and once again, crazy! LMAO! I can't find the right words to describe it. BUT I would absolutely recommend it to those who like a darker read. To the readers who are not turned off by violence and f*ckupery, this is YOUR book. The Bad Ones abounds with feels that are ADDICTIVE, yet COMPLETELY INSANE.

Angie's Rating:

Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.

“Did he touch you?”

Dulcie knew he wasn't asking about the homeless man.

“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip the steering wheel.

“So he has touched you.”

“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”

“You let him fucking touch you.”

“You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn't even flinch, just gripped the steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye! Without a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it's been like. That fucking camera, all those drawings. And there's all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I don't even know what's wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it's like nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where's your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie. Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.”

Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he's really fast” before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn't fazed, though, and she pushed right back, slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.

“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn't try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”

“I'm not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.

“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”

So that's what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you'd told me sooner, Con. We could've reveled in our darkness together.

It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She'd been pretending for so long, and she hadn't even realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She'd just been better at deceiving herself. And now they'd evolved into something else, into a new, higher being.

Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever.

Maybe for the last time.

What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.

Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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