Don't Knock

M.A. Savino has mastered the brand of dark, addictive storytelling, and she wastes zero time proving it, with her newest book. From the very first page, I knew this book was about to ruin me in the best possible way.

By the time I hit the last page, I was sitting there in stunned silence thinking: HOLY. ACTUAL. HEĻĻ.
M.A. Savino did not come to play — she came to unravel me one page at a time, and leave me sitting here grateful for the emotional damage.

This story was FIRE, literally, and I’m still like… damn, this is so unhinged and sooo good.

Don’t Knock is the kind of dark, erotic chaos that gets under your skin and whispers things you absolutely should not enjoy — and yet you do. Contessa’s descent into demon‑bound desire is intoxicating, sinful, and so scorchingly sensual I swore my Kindle was going to start smoking. The tension is wicked, the heat is feral, and the atmosphere is pure, intoxicating temptation.

Melissa outdid herself with this one — the pacing, the heat, the darkness, the absolute boldness of it all. Fantastic story from start to finish.

And that ending line? Sharp, bold, and absolutely unforgettable.