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Shanghai is under siege in this captivating and searingly romantic sequel to These Violent Delights, which New York Times bestselling author Natasha Ngan calls “deliciously dark.”

The year is 1927, and Shanghai teeters on the edge of revolution.

After sacrificing her relationship with Roma to protect him from the blood feud, Juliette has been a girl on a mission. One wrong move, and her cousin will step in to usurp her place as the Scarlet Gang’s heir. The only way to save the boy she loves from the wrath of the Scarlets is to have him want her dead for murdering his best friend in cold blood. If Juliette were actually guilty of the crime Roma believes she committed, his rejection might sting less.

Roma is still reeling from Marshall’s death, and his cousin Benedikt will barely speak to him. Roma knows it’s his fault for letting the ruthless Juliette back into his life, and he’s determined to set things right—even if that means killing the girl he hates and loves with equal measure.

Then a new monstrous danger emerges in the city, and though secrets keep them apart, Juliette must secure Roma’s cooperation if they are to end this threat once and for all. Shanghai is already at a boiling point: The Nationalists are marching in, whispers of civil war brew louder every day, and gangster rule faces complete annihilation. Roma and Juliette must put aside their differences to combat monsters and politics, but they aren’t prepared for the biggest threat of all: protecting their hearts from each other.

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Chloe Gong is the New York Times bestselling author of These Violent Delights and its sequel, Our Violent Ends, as well as Foul Lady Fortune. She is a recent graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, where she double majored in English and international relations. Born in Shanghai and raised in Auckland, New Zealand, Chloe is now located in New York pretending to be a real adult. You can find her on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok under @TheChloeGong or check out her website at TheChloeGong.com.

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Gr 8 Up-With the end of These Violent Delights, any peace that might have been found between the White Flowers and the Scarlet Gang has vanished, and Juliette Cai, heir to the Scarlet Gang, is entirely to blame. The year 1926 saw the monster stalking Shanghai killed, but 1927 isn't any more peaceful. The reignited blood feud between the city's rival gangs leaves bodies on the street every day. When Juliette's father gets a mysterious ransom note threatening more monsters if they don't pay up, they surrender the money. The White Flowers don't pay and their territory is attacked-except this monster is contained, controlled, and entirely under someone's command. With their positions as heirs under threat, Juliette and Roma, heir to the White Flowers, are forced to team up and follow their only lead into the French Concession. The nationalists and communists are on the verge of violent revolution, and Shanghai's gang rule is under threat from both parties, giving this exciting romantic adventure a charged political backdrop. Readers find themselves knowing more than Roma and his friends at the start of the novel, which builds conflict alongside action-packed fight scenes. As what were once subplots in book one begin to take center stage, the story offers increased trans and queer representation. The cast is primarily white and Chinese. VERDICT Gong neatly braids all her subplots into a tightly paced novel that balances a new mystery, a gang war, and romance, and drives it all to a satisfying conclusion. A first purchase for any collection.-Emmy Neal, Lake Forest Lib., ILα(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

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Chapter One One
JANUARY 1927

The New Year in Shanghai passed with such fanfare that a sense of party still permeated the city a week later. It was the way the people moved about—the extra bounce in their toes and the twinkle in their eye as they leaned over the seats of the Grand Theatre to whisper to their companion. It was loud jazz music audible from the cabaret across the street, the cool air of handheld bamboo fans waving about in rapid color, the smell of something fried smuggled into the viewing room despite Screen One’s strict rules. Marking the first day of the Gregorian calendar as a time for celebration was a Western matter, but the West had long stuck its roots into this city.

The madness in Shanghai was gone. The streets had been lulled back into uproarious decadence and nights that went on and on—like this one, where theatergoers could watch a picture and then saunter along the Huangpu River until sunrise. After all, there was no monster lurking in the waters anymore. It had been four months since the monster of Shanghai died, shot to death and left to rot on a wharf by the Bund. Now the only thing civilians needed to worry about were gangsters… and the increasing number of bullet-hole-ridden corpses showing up on the streets.

Juliette Cai peered over the railing, squinting down at the ground level of Screen One. From her vantage point, she could see almost everything below, could pick out every minuscule detail among the chaos broiling under the golden light fixtures. Unfortunately, it would have been more useful if she were actually down there herself, mingling with the merchant she had been sent here for, rather than staring at him from high above. Their seats tonight were the best that she could do; the assignment had been given far too last minute for Juliette to finagle something good in the thick of the socializing sphere.

“Are you going to be pulling that face all night?”

Juliette swiveled around, narrowing her eyes at her cousin. Kathleen Lang was trailing close, her mouth set in a grimace while the people around them searched for their seats before the picture started.

“Yes,” Juliette grumbled. “I have so many better things to be doing right now.”

Kathleen rolled her eyes, then wordlessly pointed ahead, having spotted the seats marked on their tickets. The stubs in her hands were ripped poorly after the uniformed ticket boy at the door got his top hat knocked into his eyes by the crowd surging into the portico. He had hardly a moment to recover before more tickets were waved in his face, foreigners and rich Chinese alike sniffing their noses at the slow speed. In places like these, better service was expected. Ticket prices were sky-high to make the Grand Theatre an experience, what with its arched ceiling beams and wrought-iron railings, its Italian marble and delicate doorway lettering—only in English, no Chinese to be found.

“What could possibly be more important than this?” Kathleen asked. They took their seats: the front-most row by the second-level railing, a perfect view of both the screen and all the people beneath. “Staring angrily at your bedroom wall, as you have been doing these few months?”

Juliette frowned. “I have not been doing merely that.”

“Oh, pardon me. How could I forget screaming at politicians?”

Huffing, Juliette leaned back into her seat. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, the beads along her sleeves clinking loudly against the beads dangling from her front. Grating as the sound was, it contributed only a small fraction to the general bedlam of the theater.

“Bàba is already giving me enough grief for upsetting that Nationalist,” Juliette grumbled. She started to take inventory of the crowd below, mentally assigning names to faces and keeping track of who might notice that she was here. “Don’t you get on my case too.”

Kathleen tutted, setting her elbow onto the armrest between them. “I’m only concerned, biaomèi.”

“Concerned about what? I’m always screaming at people.”

“Lord Cai doesn’t reprimand you often. I think that might be an indicator of—”

Juliette lurched forward. Out of sheer instinct, a gasp rose in her throat, but she refused to let it out, and instead the sound lodged itself tightly in place, an ice-cold sensation pressed up against the back of her tongue. Kathleen immediately jerked to attention too, searching the floor below for whatever it was that had drained Juliette’s face utterly of blood.

“What?” Kathleen demanded. “What is it? Do I call for backup?”

“No,” Juliette whispered, swallowing hard. The theater dimmed. Taking their cue, the ticket boys started to walk the aisles, forcing the crowd to settle for the picture. “It is only a small hiccup.”

Her cousin’s brows were furrowed, still searching. “What is it?” Kathleen repeated.

Juliette simply pointed. She watched as Kathleen followed the direction in which she was indicating, watched as the realization set in when they were both looking at one figure pushing his way through the crowd.

“It would appear we were not the only ones sent here for a task.”

Because down on the ground level, looking like he had not a care in the world, Roma Montagov smiled and stopped in front of the merchant they were after, extending his hand for the merchant to shake.

Juliette curled her fists tightly into her lap.

She had not seen Roma since October, since the first protests in Nanshi shook the city and set the precedent for those that were to follow when winter swept into Shanghai. She had not seen his physical person, but she had felt his presence everywhere: in the corpses littered across the city with lily-white flowers clutched in their stiff hands; in the business partners disappearing out of the blue with nary a message or explanation; in the blood feud making its mark. Ever since the city caught wind of a confrontation between Roma Montagov and Tyler Cai, the blood feud had shot back into its most terrible heights. Neither gang needed to worry about their numbers being picked off by the madness anymore. Instead their thoughts circled retribution, and honor, and as different mouths ran different accounts of what had happened between the inner circles of the Scarlet Gang and the White Flowers that day, the only definitive truths that came out were this: in a tiny hospital along the edges of Shanghai, Roma Montagov had shot at Tyler Cai, and to protect her cousin, Juliette Cai had killed Marshall Seo in cold blood.

Now both sides were vengeful. Now the White Flowers were pressing down on the Scarlet Gang with a renewed urgency, and the Scarlet Gang were fighting back just as hard. They had to. No matter how carefully the Scarlets cooperated with the Nationalists, every single person in this city could feel something shifting, could see the gatherings grow larger and larger each time the Communists attempted a strike. The political landscape was soon to change, soon to swallow up this way of lawlessness, and for both gangs currently ruling this city with an iron fist, it was either to be violent now and secure their holdings, or regret it later should a greater power swoop in when there was no way to win territory back.

“Juliette,” Kathleen said softly. Her cousin’s eyes shifted back and forth between her and Roma. “What happened between you two?”

Juliette didn’t have an answer to give, just as she hadn’t had an answer all the other times she was asked this question. Kathleen deserved a better explanation, deserved to know why the city was saying Juliette had shot Marshall Seo point-blank when she had once been so friendly with him, why Roma Montagov was dropping flowers everywhere he went in mockery of the feud’s victims when he had once been so gentle with Juliette. But one more person in on the secret was one more person dragged down into the mess. One more target for Tyler’s scrutiny—one more target for Tyler’s gun.

Better to speak none of it. Better to pretend and pretend until maybe, just maybe, there came some chance to salvage the fractured state this city had fallen into.

“The picture is starting,” Juliette said in lieu of a reply.

“Juliette,” Kathleen insisted.

Juliette gritted her teeth hard. She wondered if her tone still fooled anyone. In New York, she had been so good at lying, so good at playing pretend as an utterly different person. These last months had been wearing her down until there was nothing left of her but… her.

“He’s not doing anything. Look, he’s taking his seat.”

Indeed, Roma appeared to be walking away from the merchant after a mere greeting, settling into an end seat two rows behind. This did not have to be a big deal. They did not need to engage in a confrontation. Juliette could quietly keep an eye on him from where she sat and make sure she approached the merchant first when intermission came. It was a surprise that she had even been sent after a merchant. The Scarlet Gang rarely chased after new clientele; they waited for clientele to come to them. But this merchant did not dabble in drugs like the rest of them. He had sailed into Shanghai last week carrying British technology—heavens knew what kind; her parents had not been specific in their briefing, save that it was some sort of weaponry and the Scarlet Gang wanted to acquire his inventory.

If the White Flowers were trying to get in on it too, then it had to be something big. Juliette made a note to ask for details as soon as she got home.

The lights went dark. Kathleen glanced over her shoulder, fingers twisting into the loose sleeves of her coat.

“Relax,” Juliette whispered. “What you’re about to watch came directly from its premiere in Manhattan. Quality entertainment.”

The picture started. Screen One was the largest viewing room in the whole Grand Theatre, its orchestral sound booming from all sides. Each seat was equipped with its own translation system, reading out the text that appeared alongside the silent film. The couple to Juliette’s left were wearing their earpieces, murmuring excitedly to each other as the lines filtered through in Chinese. Juliette didn’t need her earpiece, not just because she could read English, but because she wasn’t really watching the film. Her eyes, no matter how much she tried, kept wandering down.

Don’t be a fool, Juliette scolded herself. She had tipped herself into this situation at full speed. She would not regret it. It was what had needed to be done.

But still, she couldn’t stop looking.

It had been only three months, but Roma had changed. She already knew that, of course, from the reports that came back to her about dead gangsters with Korean characters slashed in blood beside them. From the bodies piling up farther and farther inward into Scarlet territory lines, as if the White Flowers were testing the limits they could encroach upon. It was unlikely that Roma had sought out Scarlets specifically for vengeance killings—he didn’t have it in him to go that far—but each time a conflict erupted, the message left behind was clear: This is your doing, Juliette.

It was Juliette who had escalated the feud, who had pulled the trigger on Marshall Seo and told Roma to his face that whatever happened between them had been nothing but a lie. So now all the blood left in his wake was his revenge.

He looked the part too. At some point, he had traded his dark suits for lighter colors: for a cream jacket and a golden tie, for cuff links that caught the light each time the screen flashed white. His posture was sharp, no more slouching to feign casual, no more stretching his legs long so he could slump into the chair and avoid being seen by anyone giving the room a cursory glance.

Roma Montagov wasn’t the heir scheming in the shadows anymore. It seemed that he was sick of the city seeing him as the one slitting throats in the dark, the one with a heart of coal and the clothing to match.

He looked like a White Flower. He looked like his father.

A flash of movement blurred in Juliette’s peripheral vision. She blinked, pulling her gaze away from Roma and searching the seats across his aisle. For a moment, she was certain she had merely been mistaken, that perhaps a lock of hair had come undone from her front curl and fallen into her eyes. Then the screen flashed white again as a shrieking train derailed in the Wild West, and Juliette saw the figure in the audience rise.

The man’s face was cast in shadow, but the gun in his hand was very, very illuminated.

And it was pointed right at the merchant in the front row, who Juliette still needed to speak to.

“Absolutely not,” she muttered angrily, reaching for the pistol strapped to her thigh.

The screen dropped into shadows, but Juliette took aim anyway. In the second before the man could act, she pulled the trigger first with a loud bang.

Her pistol kicked. Juliette pressed back into her seat, her jaw hard as the man below dropped his weapon, his shoulder wounded. Her gunshot had hardly drawn any notice, not when there was a shoot-out going on in the picture, too, drowning out the scream coming from the man’s mouth and covering up the smoke wafting from the barrel of her pistol. Though the picture had no dialogue sound, the orchestral backing track had an uproarious cymbal banging in the background, and the theatergoers all assumed the gunshot a product of the film.

All except for Roma, who immediately swiveled around and looked up, eyes searching for the source of the gunshot.

And he found it.

Their gazes locked, the click of mutual recognition so forceful that Juliette felt a physical shift in her spine, like her body was finally righting itself into alignment after months out of configuration. She was frozen, breath caught in her throat, eyes pulled wide.

Until Roma reached into his jacket pocket and drew his gun, and Juliette had no choice but to jolt herself out of her daze. Instead of combating the would-be assassin, he had decided to shoot at her.

Three bullets whizzed by her ear. Gasping, Juliette struck the floor, her knees grazing the carpet hard as she threw herself down. The couple to her left started screaming.

The theatergoers had realized the gunshots were not a part of the soundtrack.

“Okay,” Juliette said under her breath. “He’s still mad at me.”

“What was that?” Kathleen demanded. Her cousin dropped quickly too, using the railing of the second level for cover. “Did you shoot into the seats? Was that Roma Montagov shooting back?”

Juliette grimaced. “Yes.”

It sounded like a stampede was starting on the floor below. The people on the upper level were certainly starting to panic too, hurtling out of their seats and rushing for the exit, but the two doors on either side of the theater—marked EVEN and ODD for the seat arrangements—were rather thin, and all they managed to achieve was a bottleneck situation.

Kathleen made an indecipherable noise. “He’s not doing anything… he’s taking his seat!”

“Oh, don’t mock me!” Juliette hissed.

This situation was not ideal. But she would salvage it.

She scrambled to her feet.

“Someone was trying to shoot the merchant.” Juliette made a quick glance over the railing. She didn’t see Roma anymore. She did see the merchant pulling his suit jacket tightly around his middle and securing his straw hat, trying to follow the crowds out of the theater.

“Go find who it was,” Kathleen huffed. “Your father will have your head if the merchant is killed.”

“I know you’re joking,” Juliette muttered, “but you might be right.” She pressed her pistol into her cousin’s hand and took off, calling over her shoulder, “Talk to the merchant for me! Merci!”

By now the bottleneck at the door had thinned enough that Juliette could push through, merging into the main anteroom outside the second floor of Screen One. Ladies dressed in silk qipao were screaming inconsolably at one another, and British officers were clumped together in the corner to hiss hysterics about what was going on. Juliette ignored it all, pushing and pushing to get to the stairs, to get down to the ground floor, where the merchant would be emerging.

She skidded to a stop. The main staircase was far too crowded. Her eyes darted to the side, to the maintenance stairs, and she tore the door open without a second thought, barreling right through. Juliette was familiar with this theater; it was Scarlet territory, and she had spent parts of her early childhood wandering around this building, peering into the different screening rooms when Nurse was distracted. Where the main staircase was a grandiose structure of polished flooring and arched, wooden banisters, the maintenance stairs were made of cement and void of natural light, relying on naught but a small bulb dangling at the middle landing.

Her heels clacked loudly, turning the corner of the landing. She stopped short.

Waiting there, by the door into the main lobby, was Roma, his gun raised.

Juliette supposed she had grown predictable.

“You were three paces away from the merchant,” she said. She was surprised her voice remained level. Ta ma de. There was one knife strapped to her leg, but in the time it would take to reach for it, she would be giving Roma plenty of time to shoot. “You left him just to find me? I’m flattered—”

Juliette swerved with a hiss. Her cheek radiated heat, swelling from the harrowingly close contact of the bullets that flew by her head. Before Roma could think to aim again, Juliette ran the quickest survey of her options, then dove through the door behind her, surging into the storage unit.

She wasn’t trying to escape. This was a dead end, a thin room crowded with stacked chairs and cobwebs. She only needed…

Another bullet whizzed by her arm.

“You’re going to blow this place up,” Juliette snapped, spinning around. She had come to the very end of the storage space, her back pressed to the thick pipes that ran along the walls. “Some of these pipes carry gas—put a hole in one and the whole theater bursts into flames.”

Roma was hardly threatened. It was as if he could not hear her. His eyes were narrowed, his expression scrunched. He looked unfamiliar—properly foreign, like a boy who had pulled on a costume and hadn’t expected how well it would fit. Even under the dim lights, the gold of his clothes glimmered, as bright as the twinkling billboards outside the theater.

Juliette wanted to scream, seeing what he had been made into. She could hardly catch her breath, and she would be lying if she said it was only because of her current physical exertion.

“Did you hear what I said?” Juliette eyed the distance between them. “Put that gun away—”

“Do you hear yourself?” Roma interrupted. In three strides, he was close enough to point his gun right in Juliette’s face. She could feel the heat of the barrel, hot steel an inch away from her skin. “You killed Marshall. You killed him, and it’s been months, and I haven’t heard a word of explanation from you—”

“There is no explanation.”

He thought her a monster. He thought she had hated him the whole time, so viciously that she would destroy everything he loved, and he had to think that if he was to keep his life. Juliette refused to drag him down just because she was weak-willed.

“I killed him because he needed to die,” Juliette said. Her arm whipped up. She twisted Roma’s gun away, letting it clatter at their feet. “Just as I will kill you. Just as I will not stop until you kill me—”

He slammed her into the pipes.

The effort was so forceful that Juliette tasted blood inside her lip, sliced by her own sharp teeth. She stifled a gasp and then another when Roma’s hand tightened around her throat, his eyes murderous.

Juliette was not frightened. If anything, she was only resentful—not at Roma, but at herself. At wanting to lean in even while Roma was actively trying to kill her. At this distance between them that she had willingly manufactured, because they had been born into two families at war, and she would rather die at Roma’s hand than be the cause of his death.

No one else is dying to protect me. Roma had blown up a whole house of people to keep Juliette safe. Tyler and his Scarlet men would go on a rampage in the name of defending Juliette, even if they too wanted her dead. It was all one and the same. It was this city, divided by names and colors and turfs, but somehow bleeding the exact same shade of violence.

“Go on,” Juliette said with effort.

She didn’t mean it. She knew Roma Montagov. He thought he wanted her dead, but the fact of the matter was that he never missed, and yet he had—all those bullets, embedded into the walls instead of Juliette’s head. The fact of the matter was that he had his hands around her throat and yet she could still breathe, could still inhale past the rot and the hate that his fingers tried to press into her skin.

Juliette finally reached for her blade. Just as Roma shifted forward, perhaps intent on his kill, her hand closed around the sheath beneath her dress and she pulled the weapon free, slicing down on whatever she came in contact with first. Roma hissed, releasing his hold. It was only a surface cut, but he cradled his arm to his chest, and Juliette followed close, leveling the blade to his throat.

“This is Scarlet territory.” Her words were even, but it took everything in her to keep them that way. “You forget yourself.”

Roma grew still. He stared at her, utterly unreadable as the moment drew long—long enough that Juliette almost thought he would surrender.

Only then Roma leaned into the blade instead, until the metal was pressed right into his neck, one hairsbreadth away from breaking skin and drawing blood.

“Then do it,” Roma hissed. He sounded angry.… He sounded pained. “Kill me.”

Juliette did not move. She must have hesitated for a fraction too long, because Roma’s expression morphed into a sneer.

“Why do you pause?” he taunted.

The taste of blood was still pungent inside her mouth. In a blur, Juliette flipped the blade onto its blunt end and slammed the handle to Roma’s temple. He blinked and dropped like a rock, but Juliette threw the weapon away and lunged to break his fall. As soon as her hands slid around him, she let out a small exhale of relief, stopping Roma just before his head could hit the hard floor.

Juliette sighed. In her arms, he felt so solid, more real than ever. His safety was an abstract concept when he was at a distance, far from the threats that her Scarlets posed to him. But here, with his pulse thudding through his chest and beating an even rhythm onto hers, he was just a boy, just a bloody, beating heart that could be cut out at any moment by any blade sharp enough.

“Why do you pause?” Juliette mimicked bitterly. Softly, she set him down, brushing his mussed hair out of his face. “Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.”
--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08W5G9L9T
Publisher ‏ : ‎ Margaret K. McElderry Books (November 16, 2021)
Publication date ‏ : ‎ November 16, 2021
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After devouring the entire YA section of her local library, she started writing her own novels at age 13 to keep herself entertained, and has been highly entertained ever since. Chloe has been known to mysteriously appear by chanting “Romeo and Juliet is one of Shakespeare’s best plays and doesn’t deserve its slander in pop culture” into a mirror three times.
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Ambre Nulph

Not what you expect!

Reviewed in the United States on January 10, 2022

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Now THIS was the story that I expected from a Romeo and Juliet inspired novel! You must read it though because it's not at all like what you might believe. You won't be disappointed!

I thought that bringing the monsters back and all was a bit repetitive, even if it was done in a different way. The intrigue between all the factions became a bit tedious as well as a little hard to follow, what with all the double double crossings and twists. At one point, I was almost rooting for the revolution, just to put an end to it all (not really, but sort of).

I felt that the epilogue left a few things to be desired as far as some of the secondary characters' endings were concerned. Everything is basically tied up neatly, but I would have liked more detail, especially about Benedikt and Marshall.

But what I was most interested in and what Gong's Our Violent Ends really delivers on is that star-crossed love story. The story that rips your heart out and makes you cry right along with the characters. This one is definitely better than the original though! I still spent most of the story yelling at both of them, as I did when reading the original Romeo and Juliet, telling them if they just thought about it a little harder, from the other's point of view, then they'd realize what was really going on and see the truth of the matter, which was that their love for each other was true and stronger than anything around them, not their gang loyalties, their parental loyalties, their responsibilities, not even death. For never was a story of love more truly kept, than this of Roma and his Juliette...

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Katherine

Not the most satisfying conclusion

Reviewed in the United States on January 2, 2022

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I dont really know how to review this book.

Truth be told I preferred These Violent Delights over Our Violent Ends. There is just SO much going on in this one.

Chloe Gong is a talented author, but I feel like she hasn't fully hit her true potential yet. There was so much unexplored character development replaced instead by constant political talk that left me truly confused, and a lot of inner monologues of characters repeating the same things over and over but I kept asking myself if they were really changing?

Juliette is...not a super likeable character the majority of this series and I would have liked to see more of Romas points of views because he IS more likeable. The unfortunate thing is that the romance between them that was so great in book one was kind of lackluster here in book 2.
With that said, the final maybe 100 pages were great.

Other great things: Marshall (of course), Kathleen (also of course), and the enjoyment of seeing Chloes talent grow as a writer in a majority of other ways.

I do think she is very talented and will continue to read her books as they are published, I just think I had a hard time connecting with this one as it had sooo many working parts.

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Justmyfantasyworld

This was so good I couldn’t give it any less than 5 stars

Reviewed in the United States on February 7, 2022

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• 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 •

𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: Our Violent Ends
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: These Violent Delights #2
𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿: Chloe Gong
𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: ☆☆☆☆☆ 5/5

It took me some time to get into the story. It almost took too much time… so much that I was thinking I might not end up liking this book as much. Well I have never been so wrong!! What a beautiful and heartbreaking story. All it took was a moment and I got sucked into the book again (couldn’t let it go from that point on) and it made up for everything else. I also loved all the politics involved; I mean.. many secrets, betrayals and intrigue. Another thing that I loved was the history that was incorporated. For someone who knows a bit of Chinese, it was also a lot of fun to read the pinyin and know what it means immediately. This was so good I couldn’t give it any less than 5 stars, even though the beginning was slow for me.

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Autumn

Chloe Gong is my new favorite author!

Reviewed in the United States on November 24, 2021

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This book. This series! They completely destroyed me. In the best possible way. I laughed, I cried, I squealed, just all of the emotions. Roma and Juliette. All of these characters really. Each one is so complex and you love and hate them in turn. They go through so much. This is now a new favorite duology even though it destroyed me mind body and soul. I cannot wait for her upcoming books. I have theories, but as with this series I really have no idea what masterful amazingness is going to come.

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Better than Romeo and Juliet

Reviewed in the United States on April 29, 2022

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To say that this duology is a recreation of Romeo and Juliet does this book a disservice. The tie ins are very loose, withe the only ones being some similarities in names and the use of one similar plot device (unnamed not to give spoilers). A far more accurate depiction of these novels would be historical fiction of Shanghai in the late 1920s, where the main characters are morally grey villains turned heros. This is not your typical gangster novel. This may be a typical romance novel with kickass main characters, but it is portrayed in such a beautiful manor. I'm really glad to have read this series, I hope that anyone who is maybe unsure about reading this will bite bullet, because despite the author's obvious admiration for the play it is loosely based upon, these characters are far better developed partly because they are older, but also because they are less selfish.

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Cristina

More Please!

Reviewed in the United States on January 23, 2022

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This can't possibly be the end, right? Loved these characters! So sad to see the end! What a great story, a really cool twist on an original. I love the Shanghai aspect instead of Verona, really changed things up. Great world and character building. And the added complexity of the madness took this story on a whole different path! I only wish there were more books in this series to come!!

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Issis

A rollercoaster event

Reviewed in the United States on December 5, 2021

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I was completely engrossed with this series. From the first book to this one
But oh my goodness this book just killed me (no pun intended or maybe it was intended lol)

The characters relationships to one another
Ben and Mars
Kathleen
And Roma and Juliette

Oh lawrdy help me this was excellent

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Great ending

Reviewed in the United States on December 23, 2021

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Such a great conclusion to this story. Unlike the first book, this one grabbed me from the beginning. Beautiful, heart wrenching, and bittersweet.

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Kathrin F.

A brilliant finale to the duology!

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 17, 2021

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I am a total romantic at heart, and Romeo and Juliette is one of my favourite Shakespeare plays. Having absolutely loved These Violent Delights, I couldn’t wait for the conclusion of the duology in Our Violent Ends.

The 1920s Shanghai setting, the criminal underbelly of the city and the rivalry between the Chinese and Russian gangs, the broiling unrest and approaching civil war all contributed to the dark atmosphere in this novel. Roma and Juliette are both faced with difficult choices and dangerous situations to navigate. Their morally grey choices add a layer of complexity to the story that gives it a much grittier feel in comparison to the classic. The side characters are well developed and play more central parts in this sequel, and I’ll just add here that Marshall and Benedikt both hold a special place in my heart.

As this is a re-telling, I had the classic at the back of my mind while reading, and it felt like a wild ride, spiraling towards the inevitable end. I devoured the book in a couple of sittings, not wanting it to end, but unable to put it down. A beautiful read, which left me feeling raw and with a massive book hangover. Chloe Gong definitely delivered a brilliant finale to this story, and I can’t recommend it enough!

A massive thank you to Hodder & Stoughton and NetGalley for providing me with an eARC in exchange for an honest review. As you can see, I really loved it and have since added a physical book to my library.

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Kristel Greer

Perfect ending to this beautifully written, creative and captivating duology

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on March 25, 2022

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Shanghai in 1927 is a powder keg on the brink of revolution.

Juliette lied to Roma to save his life. She faked the death of his friend Marshall. It was a hard choice made harder by Roma believing so easily she could be so cold as to murder his friend. To stave off her heartbreak she has thrown herself into her work for the Scarlet Gang. She will do anything to secure her position as heir while fending off her undermining cousin daily. Her toughest task is pretending she wants Roma dead to secretly keep him alive and away from direct attacks by the Scarlets.

Roma is grief-stricken over Marshall's death and misses Benedikt who refuses to speak to him unless in an official capacity. Roma blames himself for Marshall's death as he let Juliette back in their lives. Determined to seek revenge he plans on killing Juliette himself. This is proving difficult because he now hates her as passionately as he loves her. Somethings can't be killed and that’s his connection to her.

While contending with their feelings and gang rivalries, a new monster has descended adding fuel to the fire and further chaos on the streets. Forced to pair up again to share intel to uncover who is behind the monster attacks, they can't escape the obvious love and desire they have for one another. Love can conquer all but will it be enough to help Roma and Juliette save everyone in time before another monster plague hits? Can they secure a future where they can be together or will creature attacks, political unrest and all-out civil war be the end of them and the gangs they belong to?

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟. A compelling, action-packed and tension-filled finale in this incredible duology. The world around Roma and Juliette is physically burning, they are forced into confronting the reality of their feelings while pushing past resentments to save their people. The chemistry and connection those two have leaped from the page and no matter what happens I will always root for them being together. Perfect ending to this beautifully written, creative and captivating series.

Lois Adejuwon

Perfect!

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on March 11, 2022

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Came in perfect condition, very happy with this purchase :)

Aristanae VanHofen

Chloe Gong, you broke my heart.

Reviewed in Germany on December 6, 2021

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First off: how dare you?
In all seriousness: this book is fantastic. It's the perfect violent end to violent delights and I was enchanted but also deeply moved by the story. To mix history, ficion and a classic shakespearean drama... my heart could barely handle it. This book will break the readers heart in a million ways but you keep turning the page in hopes of a better ending. I hoped, I cried and I will forever recommend this series.

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Syndelle

Really Excited!

Reviewed in Canada on November 21, 2021

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I was really excited to pre-order this and while I haven’t had time to start it, I can’t wait! I love the cover and the fact that there’s a little dragon imprint behind the dust jacket.
Only downside is that my copy of the hardcover came with a little rip on the bottom of the dust jacket, but a little tape should fix it.