De Rijdende Boekenwurm
Thank you to The Smuthood INC. for the ARC. This is my honest, voluntary review.
A deadly game where trust is the most dangerous illusion
Some stories pull you in quietly. Others grip you by the throat and refuse to let go. ‘Over My Dead Body’ falls somewhere in between, dancing on the edge of tension and intrigue while never fully surrendering to the darkness it hints at.
From the very first pages, there is an undercurrent of unease. The kind that lingers just beneath the surface, whispering that something is not right. The premise promises danger, deception, and emotional intensity, and while those elements are present, they unfold in a more restrained way than expected. The pacing moves steadily, sometimes hesitating where it could have sharpened its claws, which softens the impact of the twists.
The characters are layered, though at times they feel just out of reach, like shadows you cannot fully grasp. Their motivations flicker between clarity and ambiguity, which adds to the mystery but occasionally distances the emotional connection. There are moments where the psychological depth truly shines, offering glimpses into fear, control, and vulnerability, yet those moments feel like they could have been pushed further into something unforgettable.
What stands out most is the atmosphere. There is a constant tension woven through the narrative, a sense that every choice carries weight, even if the consequences do not always hit as hard as they could. The story builds, retreats, and builds again, creating a rhythm that keeps the pages turning, even when the intensity dips.
‘Over My Dead Body’ is a story that flirts with darkness rather than fully embracing it, leaving behind a lingering question of what it could have been if it had dared to go deeper.
Stalking + simul-stalking | BDSM/Shibari & knife play | Surprise bonding | Omegaverse w/ two omegas | Breeding contract | Free use | Masks | Insta lust
Thank you to The Smuthood INC. for the ARC. This is my honest, voluntary review.
A deadly game where trust is the most dangerous illusion
Some stories pull you in quietly. Others grip you by the throat and refuse to let go. ‘Over My Dead Body’ falls somewhere in between, dancing on the edge of tension and intrigue while never fully surrendering to the darkness it hints at.
From the very first pages, there is an undercurrent of unease. The kind that lingers just beneath the surface, whispering that something is not right. The premise promises danger, deception, and emotional intensity, and while those elements are present, they unfold in a more restrained way than expected. The pacing moves steadily, sometimes hesitating where it could have sharpened its claws, which softens the impact of the twists.
The characters are layered, though at times they feel just out of reach, like shadows you cannot fully grasp. Their motivations flicker between clarity and ambiguity, which adds to the mystery but occasionally distances the emotional connection. There are moments where the psychological depth truly shines, offering glimpses into fear, control, and vulnerability, yet those moments feel like they could have been pushed further into something unforgettable.
What stands out most is the atmosphere. There is a constant tension woven through the narrative, a sense that every choice carries weight, even if the consequences do not always hit as hard as they could. The story builds, retreats, and builds again, creating a rhythm that keeps the pages turning, even when the intensity dips.
‘Over My Dead Body’ is a story that flirts with darkness rather than fully embracing it, leaving behind a lingering question of what it could have been if it had dared to go deeper.
Stalking + simul-stalking | BDSM/Shibari & knife play | Surprise bonding | Omegaverse w/ two omegas | Breeding contract | Free use | Masks | Insta lust