This book wrecked me in the best way possible. The Joker is an emotional, slow-burn romance packed with angst, miscommunication, and the kind of longing that makes your chest ache. Kyle James and his dark, broody energy had me hooked from page one, and the push-and-pull between him and the heroine was absolutely addicting.

Kyle wasn’t just the boy who disappeared—he was the storm that came back and shattered everything in his wake. The tension? Insane. The chemistry? Off the charts. And the angst? Oh, it hurt so good. Every stolen glance, every moment of unspoken feelings, every piece of miscommunication just added to the ache—but I lived for it. I devoured this book like dessert, savoring every delicious, emotional bite.

And let’s talk about that ending. I was not okay. If you haven’t already, make sure you head to Ashley Munoz’s website for the bonus scene before diving into My Darling Mayhem, releasing February 21st. Trust me, you’re going to need it.️️️️️

Angsty. Addictive. Utterly unputdownable.