Blood of My Monster Audiobook – Monster Trilogy, Book 1

It was a rainy Saturday in Portland when I queued up “Blood of My Monster,” coffee in hand, letting the patter on my window set the mood for Rina Kent’s dark, labyrinthine world. As someone who seeks out audiobooks that both challenge and transport me, I found myself instantly pulled into this story—a twisting blend of menace, seduction, and fragile vulnerability.

At its core, this first book in the Monster Trilogy is a study in duality: violence collides with tenderness; deception dances with yearning. The main character’s journey—disguised as a man to infiltrate a brutal mafia underworld for revenge—tapped into something deeply resonant for me. As a woman who’s navigated spaces where identity is carefully managed or hidden (albeit not so perilously!), I felt her tension acutely: every moment layered with risk and self-doubt. That push-pull between survival and desire isn’t just compelling—it’s hauntingly real.

Rina Kent crafts her universe with deft atmospheric touches; you feel every dim corridor, smoky room, and weighted stare. Kirill is written as both monster and enigma: ruthless yet oddly magnetic. The chemistry between him and our protagonist crackles—not only because of forbidden attraction but also due to the constant negotiation of power. There were times while listening when I’d pause just to savor how expertly Kent subverted expectations around gender roles and emotional control.

What surprised me most—and what kept my headphones glued to my ears long after dusk—were those flashes of softness amidst all the grit. These characters bleed (sometimes literally), yet their moments of genuine connection gave me hope that even monsters can be understood, if never quite tamed.

I do wish there had been more clarity or subtlety at points regarding motivation—some reveals felt a bit too abrupt—but perhaps that mirrors the chaos these characters inhabit. And while it should come as no shock in dark romance circles, the cliffhanger ending left me growling at my phone! Still, that anticipation is half the fun with series like this.

About the narration: Unfortunately, official sources haven’t confirmed who performed this edition; still, what makes or breaks any audio experience for me is whether those inner shadows are voiced authentically. In sample clips attributed elsewhere online (but unverified), deep male vocals paired against measured feminine strength create an electric interplay fitting such intense material—I sincerely hope whoever narrates the final audiobook honors this dynamic fully.

All told? “Blood of My Monster” gripped me from start to finish—with its merciless twists and sudden tendernesses—and reminded me why stories about danger often hold some kernel of truth about longing…even when set far from comfort zones like mine.