


Or maybe it’s when the author writes “ he pours peroxide on a cut just to feel the burn”- like, seriously? Pretty sure most people know that peroxide doesn’t hurt when you pour it on a cut. I can’t pin point when or the exact reason why I started to feel this way although, it was likely somewhere In between the FMC referring to her own breasts as “perky peaks” and her constant whining and crying. This series gave me the “the book ick”- that’s when you start reading a book and think it’s going to be good and you’re liking it, but then all of a sudden you get turned off of either the story or the characters, and after that every little thing starts to annoy you. (M/f, reverse harem, mafia/gang romance, vanilla, quality of spice 2.5/5, quantity of spice 3/5) I thought the title, Sunshine and Bullets, was great, but it definitely didn’t live up to its promising title. This wasn’t the worst series I’ve read, but definitely not the best. This box set contains the complete Bullets Trilogy. Because that's the thing about running from the past. If I'm going to survive this, it'll take everything they have. I'm praying they can find that unity again. Life took them in different directions, but they once shared the bonds of a brotherhood forged under the harshest conditions. The Bullets are all grown up now, too - a crime boss, a pro fighter, a bounty hunter, and a federal agent. I changed my name and my appearance, but the scars I carry, they’re still the same.

So, I disappeared, from everyone and everything I’d ever known. The world only saw two loving parents and a pristine home life, but I knew the truth. I was the girl with all the conveniences a privileged upbringing could provide. But they were the only ones who understood that sometimes hell hides in plain sight. I wasn't supposed to fall for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks-especially not four of them. Rough, violent, and ruthless, they laid claim to the town - and my heart.

It was a pet name known only to the Bullets. It’s a nickname I haven’t heard since I lived on Woodbury Lane, where the houses were pretty but the secrets? Deadly.
