Phantasma by Kaylie Smith

I am not responsible for your new Blackwell obsession. Buy at your own risk:
👉 Amazon link
👉 Bookshop.org link

So I cracked this book open, thinking it would be lightly spooky, maybe a ghost or two, nothing wild. WRONG. Within a few minutes I was sitting there like, “Oh. OH. we’re doing this.” It slowly crept up on me.. first the grief, then the weird gameshow setup, then the full-on supernatural nonsense.. and suddenly I was in way too deep, fully invested, and absolutely ignoring every real-life responsibility I had.

Here’s your two-second plot rundown because that’s all my brain retained while feral:

girl loses sister → girl joins a haunted gameshow FROM HELL → girl promptly falls in love with the literal devil.

And honestly? Good for her.

Because BLACKWELL?

MMMM MMMM GOOD.
A broody, sharp-edged, morally catastrophic dark love interest carved out of pure temptation.
A walking red flag dipped in sin and charisma.
A chef’s kiss demonic delight.
Every time he appeared I giggled, kicked my feet, and questioned God’s plan for me personally.

The vibes? Unmatched.
The tension? Delicious.
The chaos? Spiritual.
Five stars for being mind-blowingly good and rearranging my internal organs like a fun little hobby.

As for Enchantra (Book 2)… it was fine. Just fine. OK. Acceptable. The vibes didn’t hit the same Blackwell love high, but we move.

Anyway, Phantasma owns me now. Logic is dead. Morals are optional. Vibes reign supreme.

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