I read this because I met the author in a local store. He works there as an assistant at weekends. During the week, he is an undergraduate student atI read this because I met the author in a local store. He works there as an assistant at weekends. During the week, he is an undergraduate student at a local university.
As I began reading, I thought that the story had the potential to merit a three, or even four, star rating from me. Very quickly, that potential was eroded as I came across example after example of really appalling writing. It reminded me of somebody telling a long, and very bad, joke in a pub whilst they gradually became inebriated.
Allow me to give you a few examples of this awful writing.
“If you try to come with us my sword will find a place between your chest. I do not mean to be like this, but you are weak and the legend tells us you will not make it. We cannot risk you leading us to our death. You must not follow us in case we hear the water. Incase you get us killed,” said John.
Butterfly’s filled the skies
...and came across a hole in the ground. To call this a hole would be completely unjustified. It was a crater.
This was a pure light brighter than the sun and it dazed them.
He continued to roll until some sort of bright light blinded him and he hit the spongy floor of some place unknown to him.
“I want a bow from you beast. I want a bow that can shoot an arrow to the moon; a bow that will make me the envy of every other hunter and a bow that requires no arrows,” he said.
The story is about how a warrior, a hunter and a pauper who set off on a quest to find a legendary unicorn who could either lure them to their deaths or, if found, could grant each of them their greatest wish. You see what I mean about the potential of the story, don't you? It is just a shame that it is so badly written.
I could not honestly recommend the book to any of my friends....more
What I can say is that the conclusion involves many difficult choices for the four main characters: Claire, Malakh the golden angel, Kabiel the father of all werewolves, and Clash the leader of the werewolf pack. That is not to say that the other characters from the previous three books in the series are about to fade into the background. Far from it! They feature heavily in the final conflicts.
What hapeens in the end? Well, that is for you to find out for yourself, and I recommend that you do just that.
There are still a few loose ends, which leaves open avenues into further, related series for Aimélie Aames, but the end of this book provides satisfaction for the reader.
This book was easily the best of the series so far.
The dominant werewolf pack, led by Clash, have stolen Claire from Kabiel and his flock of vampires.This book was easily the best of the series so far.
The dominant werewolf pack, led by Clash, have stolen Claire from Kabiel and his flock of vampires.
The various characters amongst the pack, especially those of wild forest wolf, Clash, and urban wolf, Braze, are vividly brought to life by the author. Their differences bring conflict, and poor Claire is caught in the middle. Clash and Braze fight over what should be done with the girl. Others in the pack have differing opinions, and it all starts to get out of control.
What is certain is that Claire is going to get furrowed by many of these creatures, whether they be in human or wolf form, or somewhere in between. There is also time for the initiation of a virgin wolf. How funny! But, also, how sexy!
From being a city-dwelling, blind, virgin orphan girl on page one of the first book, through all of the danger and almost non-stop, ovary-rattling, bruising sex that she has endured up to the point where she is being gang-banged by this insatiable pack of shifting werewolves and humans, Claire has lived in fear. But she is absolutely LOVING it!
I really love it when shapeshifters maintain their beast form throughout the sexual encounters, rather than perform the acts in human form. Getting it on whilst transforming back and forth, being watched by the rest of the menacing pack, is even better!
Just when the action is really hotting up, the voice of reason enters the scene in the form of a female wolf, Cinder. She can smell the scent of vampires on Claire, and this adds a further complication. You need to read the book to find out what happens next.
This really does make for great reading, and one is left hanging, wondering what will happen in the fourth and final installment. Which way will Claire swing? Angels, vampires or werewolves? Or will she simply die a horrible, yet orgasmic, death.
Not only has she survived an unsurvivable fall down a lift shaft, but, in the course of her rescue, she has surCould life get much better for Claire?
Not only has she survived an unsurvivable fall down a lift shaft, but, in the course of her rescue, she has surrendered her her virginity to her saviour, a golden angel called Malakh, in the most ecstatic way possible you could possibly immagine, and then she awakes in hospital to find that she has been the objct of a miracle, and her sight has been restored.
So, the answer is no. It acnnot get better for Claire, She now finds herself powerless to resist the attention of Malakh's evil brother, Kabiel, who is swathed in black flames. I have to admit that I had a problem, even with my vivid imagination, to conjure up a vision of "black flames"!
Anyway, Kabiel turns out to be a fallen angel, and the father of all vampires. He springs her from the hospital and flies her to his remote lair, deep in the forest, where all his vampire mates are waiting to ravish the lovely Claire. As you can imagine, passions rise amongst the vampires, especially when Claire's period starts. It is not long before the ravishing gets out of hand, and Kabiel is compelled to rescue her from certain death. That's sad in a way for Claire, as she could feel herself rushing towards a gigantic orgasm.
Kabiel flies her up to a tower, where she is imprisoned with Kabiel's out-of-favour son, Daniel.
I can't tell you much of what happens between this point and the end of the book, except that it is action-packed, and that you can almost predict the conclusion if you look at the title of book three in the series. Yes. Claire ends up in the hands of the werewolves!
These stories move so quickly, and the sex is so smokin' hot, that you, as the reader, will have little time to catch your breath.
As [blind] Claire taps her way towards the elevator, desperately trying to avoid the company of her nosey and boring neighbour, you can tell where herAs [blind] Claire taps her way towards the elevator, desperately trying to avoid the company of her nosey and boring neighbour, you can tell where her haste is going to lead her. That's right! Straight into the gaping chasm that is the lift shaft. She falls to her death.
But even a such a short book as this cannot end like that, can it? She has already cheated death once, when she was a little girl involved in a car crash in which both her parents were killed. On that occasion, she was saved by a golden angel. And, on this occasion, there he is to save her onece again.
Claire is now a fully grown woman, yet she is still a virgin. Furthermore, she is the object of her angel's desire. He has been watching over her all of her life, patiently waiting to seize this opportunity to have his wicked, or should that be heavenly?, way with her.
The description of what follows takes both the reader and Claire into a state of bliss.
Malakh, for that is the name of this golden angel, not only takes Claire's virginity, after politely asking her if that is what she really wants, but restores her sight. When she wakes up in hospital, she can see. But who does she see? It is not Malakh, but it is Malakh's evil brother, Kabiel, a fallen angel and father of all the vampires.
I wouldn't class what I have written here as spoilers, as you can freely read this background in the book description and in other reviews. It will also only take you, as it took me, a few minutes to read to this point. What ensues, closes off this short, fast-paced book very nicely, and leaves the reader gagging for the next in the series: Taken by the Vampire. I went straight on, and finished book two the same day.
Recommended to all lovers of erotica, vampires, angels and werewolves. ...more
I declare an interest in that I am a member of Writers in the Peak, although I probably attend less than six times per year and live in Hampshire. I gI declare an interest in that I am a member of Writers in the Peak, although I probably attend less than six times per year and live in Hampshire. I go along when I visit my father, Tony Greenfield, who is also a member and one of the contributors to this anthology.
There is something for almost everyone inn this book, and you are bound to find your own personal nuggets amongst this varied collection of short stories and poems.
Without giving too much away, I can list just a few of my favourites with short comments. I am certain that you will come up with a different set of favourites, but I will be very interested to hear the opinions of other readers, so please do post your opinions.
Toby by Jenny Bridge. Sometimes you could swear that your dog is telling you something. Toby speaks: too much! This will make you laugh.
Threadbear by Joyce Janes. Threadbear is a teddy bear who is the constant companion of George as he grows up. George loves him and his life is heavily influenced by Threadbear. It is a somewhat familiar story, but touching all the same.
Moksha Patam by Joyce Janes. Again, there is a familiar ring to this story. It is a sort of parable. The tale of a no-good lad who learns a tough lesson which changes his life.
The Girl in the Planet Pyjamas. This story really struck several harmonious chords with me. I have travelled in the area of East Africa which is referenced in the story, and I knew Gilgil as the base of the Kenyan Rifle regiment with which I served. The life described in the story is familiar too, and the notion of transposing a European fairy story into one which will be understood by children in more distant lands is well put too. Goldilocks and the three bears becomes; well, what you expect in Kenya?
Tuvan Sheep by Gillian Shimwell. I have always wanted to visit Tuva, and had an interest in that remote state, since reading about Richard P Feynman's desire to go to Kyzyl, its capital, when I was about ten. This is a very powerful poem describing the dispatch of a sheep in that land, from the sheep's point of view. All I can say is "WOW!"
So, read these stories and poems and make up your own mind....more
I really enjoyed this book. It passed what I consider to be the two great tests of good erotica: arousal and amusement.
For proof of the arousal factorI really enjoyed this book. It passed what I consider to be the two great tests of good erotica: arousal and amusement.
For proof of the arousal factor, you only need to read the comment that I made having read the first few chapters.
"As I read the first five chapters in my bed this morning, a monstrous new tower of British steel arose from my centre, which made The Shard look rather spindly. Such is the effect of Chloe Thurlow's writing upon her readers."
There were so many little snippets that made me laugh, buy each is set in its own context, so to quote them would have no appeal to the reader of this review. Such quotes would also rather spoil your own amusement as you read through the book for yourself.
You can get a flavour of what the story is all about by reading the description. To go much further would be to start writing spoilers. However, I will say that, like all of Chloe's books that I have read, the storyline is so outrageously impossible that you start to get sucked into the fictional world that she creates around the Greta, and believe that all of this is actually happening to her, and that she is loving it.
Allow me to add a two or three tasty morsels that I picked out to highlight for myself.
Tears filled her eyes. She was coming, coming, reaching down into the wells of her body. It was like a serpent sleeping inside her and when it was awoken it would spit out spurts of her precious juice. The creature had opened its eyes. Not yet. Not yet. She gasped breathlessly, her mouth gaping, the beat of her heart making her breasts swell and she squeezed her nipples until they stung. Sex and pain. Waves of pleasure surged through her, from her burning buttocks, up her backbone, down through the looping crevices of her sopping pussy.
The rest of that passage gets even hotter. Believe me!
Their lips met and Greta knew that she would always prefer kissing girls. Their lips are softer, smoother, more inventive.
Clothes, after all, are merely an option. Girls are at their best naked: nature's best design shown to best affect [sic].
One has to agree with that sentiment.
There are a few little slips, typos or misuse of words, but they don't distract too much from a story, dependent on gender, will play tents with your trousers or dampen your knickers. I guarantee those effects....more