Books. Babes. Bad decisions. And we’re here for every single messy, glorious page of it.

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This ain’t your basic book club, and we’re not here for boring paperbacks or polite conversation. We’re the Filthy Bitches Book Club — a no-holds-barred, whip-smart, wildly inappropriate crew of book-loving degenerates who crave the spicy, the savage, the sexy, and the seriously fcked-up.

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We read it all — from literary smut and taboo tales to blood-soaked thrillers, bitchy memoirs, and fantasy that makes us fantasize. If it’s got depth, darkness, drama, or dck, it’s on our radar. We like our fiction filthy, our characters morally gray, and our discussions raw and unfiltered. We talk about the sex scenes. We rate the sex scenes. We laugh, we rant, we scream into the void when a beloved character dies or a plot twist guts us. Sometimes we cry. Sometimes we clutch our pearls — then toss them on the nightstand and keep reading.

 

We don’t shy away from the uncomfortable. We embrace it, tear it apart, and talk about it over cocktails like the delightfully deranged bitches we are.

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So, if you’ve ever wanted to scream about morally corrupt antiheroes, slutty vampires, feminist revenge plots, or gloriously toxic relationships — you’ve found your people.

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Grab your drink of choice. Light a candle that smells like your fictional crush. Open the book and prepare to descend into chaos.

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This is the Filthy Bitches Book Club. We came to read, ramble, and raise hell.