Listen, if you’re picking up the New York Ruthless series expecting deep character introspection or personal growth, put it back down and walk away. You will learn absolutely nothing about yourself—except, perhaps, that you have a higher tolerance for toxic masculinity than you previously thought. This series is dirty, a little unhinged, and defies all logic (seriously, the frequency of orgasms alone is medically suspect).

And yet… I cannot stop reading.

The plot? Exists, technically. The men? Possessive, dangerous, and lacking any real self-awareness. The steam? Off the charts and completely ridiculous. But if you’re looking for an escape into a world where morality is optional, love is obsessive, and the action (in every sense of the word) never stops, this series delivers.

Is it making me dumber? Probably. Am I mad about it? Not at all.