The Monster Trilogy by Lena Kent: The Dark Romance That Ruined Me for Real Men

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Today, we are talking about the very first book I read by Rina Kent — The Monster Trilogy. And let me tell you, this series wrecked me in the best possible way.

The trilogy is set against a military backdrop — think Russian training camps, New York, danger, and intensity. From page one, it had me hooked. The female lead, Sasha, is not your typical damsel in distress. She is strong, clever, calculating — and that’s exactly the kind of woman I like to read about. And then there’s Kirill. If I could sum him up in one sentence: he is danger and devotion in human form.

Both Sasha and Kirill have ulterior motives, but what struck me the most is how every choice they made — consciously or subconsciously — led them back to each other. It's like all the roads in their universe were designed to collide, no matter how hard they tried to resist. And honestly? I loved every single second of that push-and-pull.

There are so many moments that still play in my mind like a movie. Their wedding? Quiet, unique, deeply personal — everything I love about an intimate love story. And that engraved ring? Stop. The inside of Sasha’s green ring says “Kirill’s” and the band says “Sasha’s,” both in cursive. And when she sees it, she says, “Kirill, what—” and he replies, “You asked me if I could make it happen.” Then he kisses the back of her hand and says, “I’m making it happen.”

Tell me that’s not the most romantic, possessive thing ever.

And then there’s Kirill’s point of view — raw, furious, but so full of love. At one point, he says:

“I am breathing. No, I’m alive. Fuck. Fucking fuck. She actually got me. She nearly drove me insane, but all this time she was in Russia doing God knows what. She wants to kill me the next time she sees me? By all means — anything for my beautiful wife.”

If that’s not love, then what even is?

Dark romance books like this are the reason I don’t date. And no, I’m not being dramatic. I am single, and I like to remain that way — because honestly, real men are not like this. And I don’t even want them to be, because this level of devotion is too perfect, too all-consuming, too fictional.

There’s this other moment where Kirill says:

“I will annihilate each and every person who attempts to harm Sasha. She might be peculiar and I still don’t know much about her past, but she’s mine and no one touches what’s fucking mine.”

And I melted. Where are men like this in real life? Why do they only exist in books?

I’ll admit it — I was jealous of Sasha. Jealous of a fictional woman. This trilogy made me wish I was her, living this obsessive, passionate, chaotic love story. I read all three books in just 37 hours because once I started, I simply couldn’t stop. When I was done, it felt like I had been living in their world, like I was the invisible third person in their relationship, watching it all unfold. Even writing this blog post right now, I can see it all playing in my head again — and yes, I am still jealous.

So please, do yourself a favor: read this trilogy. It’s intense, it’s emotional, and it will ruin you for normal relationships in the best way possible.

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Because here’s the thing — books like The Monster Trilogy are not just entertainment for me. They are my escape. My therapy. My coping mechanism. When life feels loud and heavy, when everything feels too much, I grab a book like this, dive in, and suddenly I am somewhere else entirely.

I’m not just reading Sasha and Kirill’s story — I’m feeling it. I’m feeling the tension when they fight, the heartbreak when they’re apart, the adrenaline when danger closes in, and that gut-punch of emotion when they finally come back together. It’s like being handed someone else’s heart for a while and being told, “Here, hold this. Feel everything they feel.”

And maybe that’s why this trilogy hit so hard. Because deep down, we all want that kind of love — the kind that consumes, that protects, that sees every broken piece of us and still chooses us. And when I see it written this beautifully, it makes me believe, for a little while, that this kind of love could actually exist.

But let me tell you something — this book didn’t just make me cry, or smile, or swoon. It made me pause. It made me look at my own life and think, Wow, maybe I do want someone who looks at me like I’m the only person in the room.Someone who says “till death do us part” and actually means it, not just in a church but in every single action they take.

That’s why I keep coming back to books like these. They remind me of what I deserve. They remind me of what I will and will not settle for. And yes, they spoil me — but I’d rather be spoiled by fiction than disappointed by reality.

So, if you’re looking for something that will grip you, shake you, make you jealous of a fictional woman (no shame, it happened to me), and leave you with a book hangover so bad that no other book will feel right for a few days — read this trilogy.

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