C.R. Jane

One text to the wrong number...mine...and everything changed. He won't tell me his last name, and maybe that should throw up a thousand red flags, but when I'm all alone in a new city and struggling to make ends meet, his texts are the lifeline I've been desperate for. But I never would have answered that text if I'd known that Lincoln Daniels, superstar hockey player extraordinaire was the one sending them. He's trying to sweep me off my feet now. He says he's obsessed. He wants me wearing his number...permanently. The question is... is he still the wrong number, or can this hockey god prove he's Mr. Right? * Lincoln Daniels is a morally grey antihero who is obsessed with his girl and will do anything to keep her. This is a darker hockey romance. The Pucking Wrong Number is a hockey romance standalone from USA Today and International Bestselling Author C.R. Jane.

The Pucking Wrong Number

Sara Poole

Would I always hover right outside his orbit, the muted moon to his shining sun?

RacquelElizabeth

"When something feels this fucking good, you don't fight it. You just follow it to the ends of the earth, no matter where it takes you."

I owned her, and she owner me. I was addicted to the way she felt, a bittersweet pain I wasn't sure I'd survive.

We were having our first argument. Or maybe I was having my first argument. Lincoln was being frustratingly calm about the whole thing.

He'd even ordered my Starbucks for me and had it waiting at pick up because I'd been nervous about stopping and possibly missing the flight because of a long line.

୨ৎ : “how can there be anyone else when you exist in the world?”

this was a shit fest. there was literally nothing even remotely good about this book. every time lincoln or monroe did anything i wanted to fucking choke myself out. i want to take this book rip out all the pages, set them on fire and then get a witch to voodoo me so i forget it was ever published in the first place. 

while, yes, this is a dark romance book and i get that there would be themes like stalking and other shit. when i read 'somnophilia' (which if you dont know is when someone is aroused by someone sleeping or unconcious) i thought "oh one of them will just sort themselves out in private." NO this man jerks himself off NEXT TO HER AND THEN WIPES HIS CUM ON HER LIPS WHILE SHES ASLEEP. thats fucking sexual assualt and down right fucking rancid. 

the author states that "monroe is always a willing participant towards the end." no lincoln daniels is a fucking manipulative narcissist and needs to be thrown in a padded white cell. 

there is nothing romantic about monroe and lincolns relationship. absoloutely fucking nothing. i hope monroe runs far, far away. gets a fucking THERAPIST and lincoln kneels over and dies. 

nothing reddeming about this book. zilch. nada. 

sexual assualt is NOT 'dark' romance. its horror. 

also he tattoos her name on his dick? literally threw up in my mouth. this book was 349 pages of straight ick.

god i need to go stick my head in the fire in my dining room. jesus.

ps. forgot to add she gets a birth control implant because they want to fuck bare, cool, sweet. the kicker? it’s not even birth contact it’s a fucking TRACKING DEVICE. 

୨ৎ : “how can there be anyone else when you exist in the world?”

— ☆ 1/5 

this was a shit fest. there was literally nothing even remotely good about this book. every time lincoln or monroe did anything i wanted to fucking choke myself out. i want to take this book rip out all the pages, set them on fire and then get a witch to voodoo me so i forget it was ever published in the first place. 

while, yes, this is a dark romance book and i get that there would be themes like stalking and other shit. when i read 'somnophilia' (which if you dont know is when someone is aroused by someone sleeping or unconcious) i thought "oh one of them will just sort themselves out in private." NO this man jerks himself off NEXT TO HER AND THEN WIPES HIS CUM ON HER LIPS WHILE SHES ASLEEP. thats fucking sexual assualt and down right fucking rancid. 

the author states that "monroe is always a willing participant towards the end." no lincoln daniels is a fucking manipulative narcissist and needs to be thrown in a padded white cell. 

there is nothing romantic about monroe and lincolns relationship. absoloutely fucking nothing. i hope monroe runs far, far away. gets a fucking THERAPIST and lincoln kneels over and dies. 

nothing reddeming about this book. zilch. nada. 

sexual assualt is NOT 'dark' romance. its horror. 

also he tattoos her name on his dick? literally threw up in my mouth. this book was 349 pages of straight ick.

god i need to go stick my head in the fire in my dining room. jesus.

ps. forgot to add she gets a birth control implant because they want to fuck bare, cool, sweet. the kicker? it’s not even birth contact it’s a fucking TRACKING DEVICE. 

This author does not know puck and has never met a hockey player

This book was so cringey but in a way that it ends up being kinda entertaining because it’s so absurd.

But still… I don’t know how many times I rolled my eyes at the shit they said in this. 

Essence

This author does not know puck and has never met a hockey player

This book was so cringey but in a way that it ends up being kinda entertaining because it’s so absurd.

But still… I don’t know how many times I rolled my eyes at the shit they said in this. 

Also Lincoln needs to be in JAIL ‼️

Alyssa deRaad

this book was so bad but like in a good way ? idk

jenna

Ronja <3

I'm kinda disappointed and I honestly almost dnf, which is why its not a 3⭐️, but it had enough likable moments to where it isn't lower. I'm all for stalker/possessive but this man was psycho and not in a good way... at first, I forgot it was a dark romance then shit took a sharp turn. The text messages between the two got a little confusing because it'd be in those bubble things, then in the it'd middle switch to italics. Just for the same texts to appear in the others pov, next chapter. Once I figured it out, the text were kinda cute, ngl. This book had so much potential and just fell flat for me.