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"The Butcher Took My Heart, and I Said Thank You."

  • Writer: Elle | Queen of Smut 💋
    Elle | Queen of Smut 💋
  • May 18
  • 3 min read


He wasn’t just the end of the story; he wasn't the only one who took my heart— he was the beginning of my unraveling.





A Feral Review of The Filthiest of Them All by Samantha Barrett



🖤 Dear Sinners of the Library of Sin,


I come to you today not as a book reviewer—but as a broken shell of a woman clutching her Kindle like a lifeline and whispering “4221” like it’s a prayer.


Because I just finished The Filthiest of Them All… and I’m wrecked. Emotionally. Spiritually. Sexually. Alexander Denver took my heart, licked the blood off his fingers, and made me beg for more. And honestly? I loved every savage, soul-crushing, sweat-drenched second of it.




Dark, gothic book cover with a mysterious door, blue butterflies, and a bloody knife. Text: "Filthiest of Them All" by Samantha Barrett.



📚 THE DIRTY DETAILS



👑 Author: Samantha Barrett (aka The Queen of Carnal Carnage)

📍Series: Dirty Temptation No. 3 – The explosive, no-mercy, sob-on-the-bathroom-floor finale

🔥 Spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ (Unholy. Profane. Delicious.)

💧 Tears Shed: Enough to baptize a demon and flood Hollow Hills




💔 Tropes:


  • Dark Romance

  • Found Family

  • Obsession

  • Morally corrupt comfort characters

  • Emotional Damage (deluxe collector’s edition)

  • The kind of pain that tastes like love




🩸 A Love Story Carved in Blood and Devotion


Let’s get one thing straight—Alexander Denver is not a man. He’s a myth. A curse. A weapon of mass destruction wrapped in tattoos and poetic brutality. He’s the kind of monster your mother warned you about—and the kind your darkest parts begged to worship.



“Loving me is like loving time, you’ll never know how long you have.” Sir, please. You can ruin my timeline. You can bend my sense of reality. You can ruin me and call it devotion.



He’s the Butcher of the Denver Kings, but what he really carves isn’t flesh—it’s soul. And Tate? Ohhh, baby… she’s the only one worthy of his ruin.




Dark book cover features two people embracing, cobwebs, and text: "Silence... solace to be found." Title: "Filthiest of Them All." Moody.



🔥 Tate: Our Rage-Filled Queen of Fire


“Did you just stomp your foot like a spoiled brat?" - Alexander "I was picturing your balls on the floor.” - Tate

This line? This scene? Tattoo it across my ribcage.


Tate is not your average FMC. She’s fire. She’s vengeance. She’s a walking middle finger to anyone who thought she’d break quietly—and watching her claw her into power, love, and survival? It was divine.


“Fuck, he’s an addiction I don’t want to kick.”Same, girl. SAME.

She is what happens when you push a woman too far—and instead of falling, she ascends.




🖤 The Kings, the Sinners, the Saints of My Soul



Let’s not forget the rest of the blood-soaked heartbreak brigade.


🩶 Omen — my emotional support, sad boy. I want to hold him until his pain dissolves. And then I want him to ruin me.


🩸 Vox — the feral chaos gremlin we know is dangerous, and I still would say, “Yes, Daddy.”


💀 Vatican — cold smiles and holy violence. He hides the knife and then hands it to you.


🕯️ D.K. — Not just initials. A religion. A legacy. A warning.


Each one is a sin in human form.




💬 Quotes That Live in My Spine Now

“Pain is just a reminder of what you’ve survived and it will pass over time.” – Tate🖤 That’s not comfort. That’s a war cry.
“4221 means forever together to love one another.”🖤 That’s not a quote. That’s a tattoo waiting to happen.
“I’d live a hundred lifetimes and search a thousand worlds to find you.” – Alexander Denver🖤 That’s not love. That’s obsession wrapped in poetry and dipped in blood.


Muscular torso with text: "Caged... consumes you..." in dark, moody tones. "Filthiest of Them All, Samantha Barrett" at bottom.



⚰️ Final Thoughts: This Isn’t the End. This Is the Afterlife.


The Filthiest of Them All is the kind of book that doesn't just end. It haunts. It echoes. It lingers like a bruise on your soul, and you find yourself whispering “just one more chapter” when you’re already done.


Samantha Barrett didn’t give us a finale—she gave us a funeral and told us to wear lingerie to the service. This is what dark romance should be.


Unhinged. Beautiful. Bloody. Tender. Unforgettable.




👑 THE QUEEN’S SINSCALE:


🔥 Spice Level: 5/5 “Ma’am, no, fannig myself.

💔 Emotional Damage: Feral sobbing. Rereading. Tattoo impulse. All yes.

🩸 Unhinged Rating: Vatican’s grin x Alexander’s devotion = PERFECTION

❤️‍🔥 Book Boyfriend Claim: All of them. Don’t look at me. I’m branded.




🕯️ Hashtags for the mourning:





🖤 Epilogue:


Need help recovering? Yeah… me too. I’ll be in the corner, rereading, lighting a black candle, whispering “4221,” and pretending this pain is a privilege.



Stay filthy.

Stay feral.

Never trust a man without blood on his hands.


Love & lust,

The Queen of Smut 👑💋

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