Sentinel

Sentinel by Jennifer L. Armentrout
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

⭐5 stars⭐

APOLLO is everything 🖤
(OK maybe that's a bit too much but he makes me laugh so shush)

"I'm sorry," Marcus was leaning against the desk, looking a bit green. "Am I the only one stuck on the fact that these two thought they might've been..that you could've been..that there might have been..?"

"That we could make you a great-uncle," I supplied since he'd obviously run out of words. "Can we not talk about that right now?"

"I second that," Aiden murmured.

"I disagree." Apollo's 'hide your kids' smile was now spreading across his face. "This conversation is going to be epically entertaining."

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Apollyon

Apollyon by Jennifer L. Armentrout
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

⭐5 stars⭐

"Alex fainted-"

"I didn't faint," I grumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.

Aiden's lip curved up on one side. "Okay. She was suddenly not walking or talking anymore..."

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Deity

Deity by Jennifer L. Armentrout
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

⭐5 stars⭐

"So Daphne didn't turn into a tree to get away from you?"

"Oh, my gods," Aiden muttered, rubbing a hand along his jaw.

A muscle popped on Apollo's jaw. "That was not all my fault. Eros shot me with a damn arrow of love. Trust me, when you are hit with one of those things, you cannot help what you do."

"But you cut off some of her bark." I shuddered again. "And wore it as a wreath. That's like a serial killer collecting their victim's personal items… or fingers."

"I was in love," he replied, as if being in love explained away the fact that the chick turned herself into a tree to get away from him.

"Okay. What about Hyacinth? The poor boy had no idea—"

"Alexandria," Marcus sighed, looking near apoplectic.

"Sorry. I just don't understand why he hasn't smited me or something."

"The day is still young," Apollo said, grinning when my eyes widened.

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Pure

Pure by Jennifer L. Armentrout
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

⭐4 stars⭐

"You know what, you need to stay out of my bedroom. You have your own."

He smiled. "I know I do. I see it quite often. I just prefer your bed. It smells better."

I made a face. "It smells better? What does your bed smell like? Regret and bad taste?"

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Half-Blood

Half-Blood by Jennifer L. Armentrout
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

⭐4 stars⭐

Need covers itself with love, but need… need is never love. Always beware of the one who needs you. There is always a want behind a need, you see.

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