Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review: The Bad Ones by Stylo Fantome

The Bad Ones
by 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. 

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5 'Demented pair of Bonnie and Clyde' stars

"If this is a sickness, then I don't want a cure."

This book is weirdly, creepily, and crazily fantastic. It takes a morally corrupt person to actually enjoy it and I admit I'm one of those.


I'm no stranger to dark romance, but Stylo Fantome may have just blew my expectation out of proportion. The Bad Ones might be the darkest one I've read with an epic and emotional romance to boot. 

Dulcie, is a trailer trash, the quiet girl prefer to go unnoticed in school and prefer to immerse herself in her sketches. 

This life, her home, her job, all of it was dishwater bland. Out of focus and blurry. Constantine Masters, now there was some high-definition for her life. 

Constantine Masters is the town's golden boy, the mayor's son and the star quarterback. He had it all, the perfect life. 

Dulcie and Con should be world apart, never existing in each other circle, but they did had a similarity. Something so dark that they don't even dare to acknowledge it. When they are in each other company, they are simply dangerous and explosive together.


How interesting, to feel so comfortable in another person's skin. To want to rip him open and crawl inside him and never see the light of day again.

The story had me hooked right from the start. The creepiness and the mystery surrounding Dulcie and Con left me questioning every little things and I can't put it down until I get to the bottom of it. What the hell is going on? At times I felt like I'm reading a PNR. That's how weird the atmosphere is. 

"Such a sick fuck, Con. You're such a sick and twisted fuck."
"Only for you, babe."


In some twisted dark romance, we might not have a good romance, sometimes they are too dark to have a satisfying relationship. However, Stylo Fantome did marvelous in this department. The romance is explosive and satisfying, albeit crazy, twisted and fucked up beyond comprehension. But it works for Dulcie and Con and I'm not gonna judge their messed up brand of love.

"I want to fuck you until you have bruises in places you didn't even know were possible."
"I have been dying for you to do that to me."

"If anyone else gives me any shit, I'm going to stab them in the eye."
"And I'll help you bury the body."


Throughout the story, there are a lot of things that didn't make sense to me and shocked the hell out of me. I had so many question that I demanding answer, right fucking now. Thank goodness, everything will fall into place towards the end. The ending is spectacular and superbly done.

"It's only ever us, Dulcie. Now, yesterday, tomorrow. Whenever."


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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