5 stars are for those - if I were ratHO-LEE COW. Dirty, filthy, smutty, raunchy, hawt, debauched, depraved, nasty.....
and that's just the threesomes.
5 stars are for those - if I were rating on story I'd knock one off. Something about the dynamic between them made me uneasy right up until the end, when the author resolved it for me. Unfortunately, the book was so short that there was no time to develop the relationship between the three any further.
I'ma start a shelf called three-way just for this....more
Yeah...the synopsis sounded promising until I got to about the third page and the heroine was thinking to herself that her cunt was throbbing and herYeah...the synopsis sounded promising until I got to about the third page and the heroine was thinking to herself that her cunt was throbbing and her clit twitching.
Call me a prude, but I STILL don't like that word. And I like it even less when it's a woman referring to her own ladybits that way. Blech.
Not my cuppa, as they say. Onwards and upwards!...more
Story was (almost?) plausible, CHARACTERS WERE GROWN UPS, kink was steamy but not too much. This is what I wish I'd readWoohoo! I liked this. Bunches.
Story was (almost?) plausible, CHARACTERS WERE GROWN UPS, kink was steamy but not too much. This is what I wish I'd read 2 years ago instead of FSoG. Or perhaps this book was possible because of FSoG? Oh, who cares.
Anyway, this story starts off as a standard contemporary - heroine lusting after her neighbour, believing he doesn't notice her. I love these stories; this one has the added bonus of some bdsm thrown in.
I liked the characters, I liked the writing, I thought the ending was a little bit sudden, but not enough to tarnish my enjoyment.
The second book in the series comes out soon, I'm looking forward to it....more
It all started with my GR friend Catherine, who almost NEVER steers me wrong, who said "You gotta grab this."
The other thing was that it was free yestIt all started with my GR friend Catherine, who almost NEVER steers me wrong, who said "You gotta grab this."
The other thing was that it was free yesterday on Amazon. (If those aren't also magic words, I don't know what are.)
So I was a good little girl and I grabbed it, and I inhaled it all today, and now I'm going to tell all of you: YOU GOTTA GRAB THIS. :)
It's pretty steamy, it has a relatable heroine, the Hero (of course) is super hot and who wouldn't like a fairy tale like this: you want to get rid of your pesky virginity, so you hire a hot guy to do the deed. He teaches you everything you need to know about sex, he's gorgeous, he's smart, he's funny, and he falls in love with you. What's not to like?
The writing here is good enough that it didn't bother me that a romance writer didn't have any sexual experience (I know, that's actually a groaner) or that hearing about Lori's channel got a little bit old after a while. So what!? There is no head-hopping here; everything we know about Ander we find out the same time Lori does. You don't see that too often in romances anymore, it was refreshing. It faltered a bit towards the end, where I felt as though the author had a finite number of pages and was running out of room to tell her story. Not a huge niggle, though, I was strapped in and along for the ride throughout.
If you're looking for a steamy, feel-good Pretty Woman in reverse, this will do the trick quite nicely. It's going on my favourites shelf.
Those of us who have attained a certain age are familiar with the term "Cougar".
Apparently, if a Cougar travels to Jamaica and hooks up with a youngerThose of us who have attained a certain age are familiar with the term "Cougar".
Apparently, if a Cougar travels to Jamaica and hooks up with a younger man there, she becomes a member of the sub-genus Tropical. That's right, Tropical Cougar.
This little sound byte (that's all I can think of to call it - it's only 23 pages long) took about 15 minutes to read. It seems to be the start of a longer story, but with no character development I can't be bothered to check out the next installment.
You know how porn movies are broken into little installments with different people f**king about every 10 minutes? That's what this was like, only at the end the dude says to the girl he's just banged six ways to Sunday, "How about you move to New York with me and start a new life?"
Before you all think I've fallen off the smut-wagon, allow me to clarify: it all started last week when I noticed Kindle Spice on Twitter. I've been cBefore you all think I've fallen off the smut-wagon, allow me to clarify: it all started last week when I noticed Kindle Spice on Twitter. I've been checking it every day (for some reason I can't help myself), and this is one of the raunchy little numbers I found. FOR FREE!!
This is how FSoG SHOULD have been set up. Stella is a grown up (take that, Bella/Ana) who thinks BDSM is a big crock of hooey, invented by men as a way to keep their womenfolk in line. Unfortunately, the man she has the burning hots for is a Dominant (and the cousin of a friend, which was how they met in the first place) and she figures she's too independent for him.
While at a convention in Vegas, Stella runs into Morgan at his casino. Sparks fly, and before she knows it she's made him a bet: she'll be his Submissive for a week, and she'll prove to him that she won't like it.
Famous last words, I'm thinking. ;D
We just barely get a taste of what Stella is in store for during her week as a Sub, but what we get leaves me wanting to buy the next installment on Amazon. Dammit!
I liked this - lots of tension and chemistry, a pretty hot version of BDSM 101 and characters I'd like to get to know better. I'd recommend this to anyone who is wanting to dip their toes into this hugely popular sub-genre.
It was free when I grabbed it, but now it's $0.99 on Amazon. ...more
My secret thing (or not so secret, depending who you talk to) is that I've always loved bad boys. On tv, in movies, in books, in my head...my only stiMy secret thing (or not so secret, depending who you talk to) is that I've always loved bad boys. On tv, in movies, in books, in my head...my only stipulation has always been that they're never as bad as they LOOK like they are.
Lately the best place to find men like this is in contemporary romance/erotica. You can't swing a dead cat without hitting a tattooed, pierced, goateed hunk of hotness with a gravelly voice and an ability to screw you absolutely senseless.
So without further ado, let's meet Seth, or "Ghost", as his friends call him. He's a tattoo artist, musician in a death metal band, covered in ink and carrying a whole bunch of baggage. The requisite gravelly voice and supernatural sexxing ability is there (in SPADES, I might add) and with a restored '69 GTO and very interesting piercing I would like to have Ghost all to myself.
Macy, his love interest, is almost the perfect foil for him. Yin to his yang, so to speak. I don't think they would ever be able to go to a concert together, but hey, my husband doesn't like Depeche Mode and I still married him.
The writing is good, the sex is steamy and the H/h are realistic - not much more a girl can ask for when looking for an entertaining way to spend a Saturday afternoon!
I usually read historical romances where an HEA is the standard. It takes a bit of getting used to when switching to something closer to erotica - the endings are more of a "Happy For Now". This is the first book I've read by this author and based on this one I'm going to go snag her backlist. This title is the third of a series, it seems. Another bonus - a series entry that reads like a stand alone!
Thanks to my friend Catherine for a truly great recommendation -- we really should read these kinds of books more often! ;D ...more
As anyone who has seen my updates on this will know, I've been having a REALLY BIG PROBLEM with this book. I should have known better; I tried to readAs anyone who has seen my updates on this will know, I've been having a REALLY BIG PROBLEM with this book. I should have known better; I tried to read this months ago and almost threw my kindle across the room (where, oh where is my "wallbanger by proxy" paperback when I need it?!). To be kind, let me just say the "similarities" to FSOG were just too much for me.
Well, since then, even more FSOG rip-offs sorry, homages have been released, and I've made the mistake of reading those too. I've got so many young, hot, gazillionaire dominants, wussy, clumsy "oh I'm not beautiful" heroines, messed up roommates (male, female, straight and otherwise) fucked up parents, traumatic childhoods, impossibly successful careers, spankings, cunnilingus, drenched slits, beautiful cocks, and endless bouts of shower sex running around in my head I can't keep ANY of these fucking books straight anymore.
The biggest thing this subgenre had going for it, and the reason I was sure it would eventually go the way of other "of the moment" books, was that they are all being written by unknown first-time authors. Self-pubs, too. These silly books won't be here 2 years from now, I figured. There's still hope for us.
And then Sylvia Day threw her hat into the ring, in an obvious attempt to ride the tsunami that was FSOG.
Of course, the writing is better - more polished, and you can tell that someone who can actually write has done this - but the story is the same. Same, same, SAME. So much the same that for anyone who has read that stupid book that started it all it is jarring. What's even worse is that about a third of the way through the book it veers away from the FSOG checklist and becomes (sort of) it's own story.
Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, and what is even more disappointing is that it becomes almost an "opposite" FSOG. It's like the author took the that book, then deliberately made her book opposite. "Hmm. Ana was so not submissive, so Eva WILL be. But she won't KNOW she is. Yeah, yeah, that's it!" and "Ana bit her lip and it drove Christian crazy. So in MY book, Gideon will LICK his lip and it will make her sex clench. Ha! No one will know!"
I had two major streams of thought while I was reading this:
1) Oh, for fuck's sakes, are you KIDDING me??? 2) Sylvia Day, you should be fucking ashamed of yourself.
The first thought is self-explanatory. The second is probably going to get me in trouble.
I can't help it. Why would an established writer throw out an obvious re-write of FSOG and NOT ADMIT THAT IS WHAT YOU'RE DOING. That's what really has a bug up my ass.
If you want to have a go at the trope, be my guest. But don't try to feed me a line of hooey about how you published yours first. Do you think we're all STUPID? Here's a quote from an interview she gave to InD'Tale Magazine, published in their September issue:
IND: Now, that takes us right back to when we visited last April for a few minutes. You were on the verge of publishing a book independently, “Bared to You”, and you were very excited about the fact that it would be indie! Tell us what happened? SD: Yeah, well........ WOW! I think it struck a chord with readers and it struck that chord because it was personal to me. It was written just for myself, with only myself in mind. Had I written it for a traditional publisher, there are some elements in there that they might have toned down or not included so it could be considered as commercial as they need. I think readers responded to the rawness, though. IND: How do you react to those who say you are just riding the coattails of “50 Shades..” with this book? SD: There really is no way to respond to that. I don’t get defensive over it. If people take the time to look at when things are released, how long it takes to write a book, things like that. They would understand it would be impossible. By the time “50 Shades” made its first appearance, my book was already on shelves. It’s just one of those freak things. Anyone who reads romance knows that there are particular tropes that are common and these two books do share some of those tropes. If someone has only read these two books, then I understand how they could get them mixed up but once they start reading more and more romance books, they will find that there are a lot of tortured millionaire heroes, a lot of heroines who have just graduated from college.... so yeah, they’ll see with any genre of fiction, there are certain elements that are pretty much transcendent through that particular genre. That’s why it is a particular genre - there are recognizable features.
A couple of things she said stand out: I think it struck a chord with readers and it struck that chord because it was personal to me.
Huh? Personal to you in that you figured you could build a better widget, you mean.
Oh, and I love this one: If people take the time to look at when things are released, how long it takes to write a book, things like that. They would understand it would be impossible. By the time “50 Shades” made its first appearance, my book was already on shelves. It’s just one of those freak things.
C'mon, lady. I'm looking at the copyright on the $30 paperback I bought in December 2011, when FSOG came out in vanity press. Don't think your self-pub was out yet. Not to mention the fact that MotU (FSOG before it was pulled to publish) was around for AGES. That's just sloppy.
I call bullshit. And her answers make me think she thinks I'm not smart enough to figure out she's bullshitting me. (Whoa, sorry about that. My brain hurts from re-reading that sentence.)
Ok, now I'm just really pissed off.
I will NOT be reading any more of this series.
On a go forward, I will NOT be reading any more of Sylvia Day's work.
Sometimes you can just have too much of a good thing.
I believe one of my GR friends called this book an "exhausting melodramatic hot mess." (Thanks,Sometimes you can just have too much of a good thing.
I believe one of my GR friends called this book an "exhausting melodramatic hot mess." (Thanks, Amy!) After having stayed awake until 3:00am to try to push through said mess, I would have to agree.
I really wanted to love this book. When I read Fifty Shades of Grey I was mesmerized - I'd never read anything like it. The story stuck with me for days, and I immediately bought the second book and it was much the same thing. There were little hints of things that bothered me in the second book - I have a pretty visceral reaction to people in a relationship using the words "let" (as in "he let me go out") and the second book was peppered with these. In the first book, Christian was a Dom, and I expected that from him. In the second book Christian had ostensibly let go of that life, and was struggling to let go of his issues with control. In this book, he seemed to me to be just an insecure overbearing asshole, who used sex to distract Ana and get her to do what he wanted. You know how in some cultures they say they put women on a pedestal, which amounts to stripping them of the ability to express an opinion, to have a say, to be told what's going on and eventually they can't leave the house? That's what Christian reminded me of. "Oh, I'm so worried about you, I love you so much, I can't bear to have you out of my sight, don't go to work, it's because I love you so much, you are my whole world, and if you do I'll buy the company and bankrupt it so you won't have a job to go to. But it's because I love you so much and I'm so afraid something will happen to you." Shudders. I just wasn't ok with it in this book.
(eta: And the hickey thing when they were on their honeymoon???? Juvenile, petty, mean, vindictive. I hated it. I would have fucking killed him.)
Fifty's possessiveness, aggressiveness and control issues were getting pretty old by the middle of this story. Watching Ana run around constantly trying to discern if he was angry with her, and changing her behaviour to fit his moods was much worse in this book than the second -- what was vaguely unsettling in Fifty Shades Darker became downright disturbing in Fifty Shades Freed. I should do a Kindle search for "please don't be mad at me". Together with "Holy Fuck" and "I love this man" they make up a good portion of the book.
And Ana didn't sit much better with me this time around, either. Her voice as narrator, which resonated so much with me in the first 2 books, grated on me this time. Other reviews complained of how immature she sounds; I finally agree. Frankly, I got tired of hearing how much she "loved this man", this "beautiful man", her husband, her Fifty. It seemed to me that after 2 books of hearing how she can't believe someone that physically beautiful could love her that it would be toned down a bit. To me, it seemed to have been cranked up even higher in this book. She doesn't say it to herself as much as she did, but her actions and her words and even the way she thinks of Christian screams it.
("Ohferchrissakes," I remember thinking. "You let him shave your snatch but you won't PEE in front of him? How do you ever expect to build a marriage with him?")
It all seemed so over the top, almost hokey, all surface declarations of this all-consuming passionate love and I wasn't really buying it this time around. They both seemed desperate, and for each step they took forward, they slid backwards twice as far.
The epilogue and the HEA were nice, but I felt like it could easily have been an add-on to the second book and we could have skipped this one entirely.
Damn, this could easily turn into a rant. Me stop now.
Barely 3 stars -- the cover rounded up the 2.5 I would have given it otherwise. ...more
Okey dokey folks, this novella was dumb. And porny. And a one-handed historical smutfest if ever I've read one. And implausible, both in terms of theOkey dokey folks, this novella was dumb. And porny. And a one-handed historical smutfest if ever I've read one. And implausible, both in terms of the sex and the story. Even for a Regency, which this one purports to be. And did I say porny? An orgy, complete with a 3-on-1 (with buttseks!!) on the second page. Heroines furiously fingering themselves after they've watched said orgy from keyhole, then stripping naked and doing more of that furious fingering then a circle jerk of sorts with the "rake" she's trying to sell her virginity to.
Sometimes, I'm thinking, after an author gets established, they should make sure that early crappy smutty stuff like this doesn't make its way onto the internet. That way snarky folks like me can't find it and mock it on sites like GoodReads.
And another thing. The heroine's name is KENDRA. What the fuck. I looked, this name wasn't used much before 1960. It had a brief flash of fame in 1880 but before that I couldn't find anything. Kendra makes me think of scrunchies and pompoms and I was hard-pressed to think of her as anything other than a Saved By the Bell type teen.
So back to the story. Ahem. Kendra's family is on the verge of ruin. Daddy is on his deathbed, creditors are banging on the door and she can't find her betrothed. Well, she wrote him one letter a month ago and he hasn't responded, so I guess that's what the synopsis meant about the exhaustive search. Anyhoo, she goes off to stay with her "slutty" friend (again, did they use this term in 1813?? I know it's been around forever but it seemed anachronistic to me), who teaches her all about fellatio, three-ways and buttseks, not to mention how much she herself "likes the cock" (Jay and Silent Bob reference here, I'm having way too much fun). She helpfully confirms for our intrepid heroine that you canNOT get pregnant by swallowing that stuff, but neglects to share the mechanics of the withdrawal method with her.
So Kendra and her slutty friend hatch a scheme for her to get some cash to pay the bills, which involves her selling her virginity to this manwhore named Derrick Thornton. Of course, at no time does this dim bulb seem to realize that he has the SAME LAST NAME as her betrothed. To whom she has been betrothed since she was one. year. old. Apparently she only knows him as The Earl of Blackpool, and it's pretty obvious no one in her family has read Debret's Peerage.
To make things even more fun, Derrick, when he's not being a huge slut is also some type of spy. Kinda like a Regency James Bond -- I was thinking Roger Moore era. Now, Derrick is actually away shagging spying for the Home Office. So while he's gone, his identical twin Devlin is pretending to be him. Living in his house, trying really hard not to have any sex. Oh yeah, and having guilty feelings about having just received a month old letter from his intended, Kendra Smythe, begging him to save her family from financial ruin.
Enter his betrothed, using the name "Kate Smith", offering up her virginity to him/his brother for the fire-sale sum of 5,000 pounds. He cannot ruin her that way, he thinks (although he'd really like to tap that luscious piece) so instead he doubles the money, offers her a week of nights and promises her virginity will remain intact. Well! How's a girl to turn that down?
Lots of porny sex action follows, where Kendra discovers that she REALLY "likes the cock" and even better, falls in love with Devlin. In the meantime, Dev has unleashed his uppity manservant to find out who she is, and said uppity manservant is quite happy to let the cat out of the bag. Then a bunch of silliness happens so that the author can finagle the mistaken identity finale (how's that for alliteration!).
Here's how THAT played out:
Kendra tricks Devlin/Derrick into actually having intercourse with her - she just wants that very large cock inside her, he thinks she's trying to trick Derrick into marriage. Tears, she leaves. Kendra cries to her slutty friend about her dilemma, which is when we discover that she knows beans about contraception. We also find out that slutty friend (a devious wench if I ever saw one) knew all along that Derrick was Devlin's brother when she sent Kendra to him. Her reasoning was that Derrick was perfect to break her in, so to speak, because (1) he was good at it; and (2) his get would look just like his brother's, so no one would know if he knocked her up. Fucking brilliant, I thought.
Devlin, as himself, then discovers her true identity and figures this solves his conundrum of how to have his cake and eat it too. "What? My porny fuckbuddy is actually my fiancee? Capital!" So he writes her a letter saying he's coming to marry her ASAP. Off he goes to her house in the country.
They meet, she CAN'T FIGURE OUT HE'S NOT THE SAME GUY SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH LAST WEEK (even when he's standing right beside his identical twin, who she was supposed to have been fucking the week before) and marry, what seems like the next day. Then, still not having figured out that this is the same guy, she does a bunch of dirty talk, oral sex and more of that furious fingering with her new husband.
And there's a nifty little switcheroo with an emerald necklace, that ties all the mistaken identities up nicely. Or conveniently, depending which way you look at it.
Well, now I've spent more time writing this review than I spent reading the novella. And for sure I've had more fun with the former.
I'm not writing this author off; she has some more recent stuff that I'm looking forward to trying. But other than for the smutty parts, I can't really recommend this one.
The POV. I rarely like first person, but this -- well. For some reason I lovedSo here are my thoughts, in no particular order:
What I liked about it:
The POV. I rarely like first person, but this -- well. For some reason I loved Ana's voice. I must have identified with her quite strongly, because I even found her "inner goddess" amusing. She seemed very real to me (with the exception of her complete sexual inexperience. I found that to be a bit of a stretch), and I liked her very much.
What I LOVED about it:
The smouldering tension throughout the entire book. It kept me sitting in one spot virtually all day long. Well, sometimes I was squirming, but that was only during the really hot parts. That's a pretty impressive feat for an author. The keeping me in one spot reading all day, not the squirming. :) James set the tone right from the get-go and didn't let up for a second.
Those EMAILS. Sigh. I once had a very intense love affair that began with notes passed back and forth at work (alas, it was before email) and I was reminded of that when I read this. I loved them. And it is so much easier to say things in writing that you are much too afraid to say to someone you care about in person. I loved that Ana was able to be so saucy to Grey, and that he was able to show a more light-hearted version of himself, 'twitchy palmed' CEO that he was.
Referring to each other as Miss Steele and Mr. Grey. More of the same saucy flirting as in their emails. Sigh.
It goes without saying that I fell like a rock for Christian Grey. He had me from the beginning; the elevator scene sealed the deal. He has all my favourite romance hero traits rolled up into one gorgeous gazillionaire package: the stuffed shirt, the alpha, the bossy bastard, the tortured, the gamma. You name him, he's in there.
Ms. James has created some electrically compelling characters in Ana and Christian. I loved them both, I identified with them, I cared about them. They were so, so good together - so good for each other without their even realizing it. And the chemistry between them was palpable - another testament to how well James was able to create and maintain that tension I talked about throughout.
I'm not going to talk about the smoking hot parts of the book other than to say that James very definitely delivers on the chemistry and tension she set up from their first meeting. I believe this book is marketed as erotica/romantica and imo it very definitely is.
What I noticed about it:
I could tell right from the first page that the author is British. Frankly, I wondered why she'd set her book in Seattle when it could have quite easily been set in London. Both main characters (but especially Christian) used words, expressions and turns of phrase that would only be used by a Brit. It also showed up in the prose. I'm not complaining - I simply put the American settings in the background and pretended everyone was from England - but I did notice, and until I adjusted it pulled me out of the story a bit.
From time to time throughout the book I noticed little things with the writing - a GR friend referred to it, I think, as "unpolished", and I would agree. However, the story James was telling and the characters she has created far, far outweighed any issues I had. So much so, in fact, that all I can remember now is that there was something - but not actually what it was.
What I DIDN'T notice about it:
When reading GR reviews of this book I kept coming across references to Twilight fanfiction, and that this had previously been on the internet under another title (which I haven't read).
Now, I don't know anything about fanfiction, and even less about Twilight fanfiction, but how you could call this story derivative of that one is completely beyond me. I've read Twilight, and for the record thought it was silly, over-rated crap. I suppose you could draw a really long bow and say Christian was similar to Edward in that he was older and possessive and domineering and that Ana is similar to Bella in that she is quite young and inexperienced (but not nearly as vapid and shallow as I found Bella to be) but really? Should you have to work that hard when you're reading? Most romances are similar in characterizations, archetypes and storylines - there are only so many ways to shake them up. If you want to look for romances with character types similar to those twits from Twilight you'd be hard pressed to find one that didn't.
And if the author started this book as an homage to Twilight, well, whatever floats your boat, I guess. The fact that it's now unrecognizable as such (to someone like me, anyway, thank God) can only be a good thing for Ms. James. For every squealing Twilight fan, there's at least one like me who doesn't get the appeal.
Would I recommend it?
If you love steamy, steamy stories with a strong romance and can handle a little bit of naughty sex, then YES, YES, YES!
(In terms of naughty sex: there wasn't anything really extreme in here, more the suggestion of it. Nothing worse than a couple of spankings actually happens. And it's all quite tastefully done.)
No likey the story, the characters, the writing and me especially no likey the word cunt. I know, this is erotica, but I still don't likeMe no likey.
No likey the story, the characters, the writing and me especially no likey the word cunt. I know, this is erotica, but I still don't like the word. And it's everywhere.
I'm afraid this author just isn't for me. This is one of the rare cases where I'm going to abide by the "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" adage. Especially as I didn't finish the book.
There were some things that bothered me about the portion of the book that I DID read. Of course, those were why I quit reading, and I'd be happy to chat about them if anyone's interested.
Oh, my GR friends who've read and recc'ed this book, I think you're on to something.
This was fantabulous. I could argue, as always, that it was too shOh, my GR friends who've read and recc'ed this book, I think you're on to something.
This was fantabulous. I could argue, as always, that it was too short, but it really wasn't. You get to drop into Makenna and Caden's lives on the night they meet, you stick around for a day or so, then you're gone. You see them just long enough to know that they've found something special with each other, and it's ok to leave them because you know they'll make it. It was short, it was intense, it was awesome.
I was hooked from the first line and I didn't put down my kindle until I was finished. There was something about the writing that I liked very much -- very direct, rich, and without wasted words (unlike my reviews, where if I can use 5 words instead of 2 I will, lol). The H/h ("Good Sam" and "Red" is how I think of them now) are so believable, and so real. Laura Kaye's writing had me right there in the elevator with them - I could virtually smell Caden's cologne. And I was right there in the kitchen, and right there in the bedroom....whew. I was right there for all of it.
I loved it, I'll definitely re-read it, and I wish it was out in paperback so I could look at that beautiful cover All. Day. Long. I will definitely be looking for more from this author.
I snagged a copy of this just to see what all the fuss was about (and now that I have a kindle, I can read alWarning: smutty images described here. :)
I snagged a copy of this just to see what all the fuss was about (and now that I have a kindle, I can read all the smut I want without anyone knowing, lol). I managed to get through about 1/3 of it, then clicked to the end to see what happened.
Here's what I thought:
- Several images are going to stay with me for the rest of my days, and no amount of brain bleach is going to remove them (specifically: the guy that is forced to spend the night mounted on a statue with it's immense stone cock up his ass) - The whole tone of the book was one of humiliation, degradation and fear. Not a big turn-on for me - I like my smut to be at least kind of uplifting. :) - The constant spanking got old quick. - Anne Rice is a complete crackpot. W.T.F.
Not for me, I'm afraid. I'd rather read Lora Leigh - I think her stuff is a little more cheerful....more
** The setting. Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Boy, my country sure has some beautiful scenery.
** The Hero. Oh My God, the Hero. The way he looked, the way he talked (ESPECIALLY the way he talked), everything about him. This was so totally his story, I barely thought Fallon worthy of him. Another heroine that I would like to hip-check right out of her own book and take her place.
** The story. No, scratch that. Not the contrived circumstances that brought them together, but the story the two of them created when they met. And not the grand gesture ending or the super-sweet epilogue, just the character-driven story of their meeting and falling in love.
** The interplay between the characters, the chemistry, the tension.
What I didn't love about this:
** The circumstances of their meeting and the baddish bad guy who commissioned the sculpture felt a bit, what word am I looking for, clunky? It didn't really feel right to me, but hey - it got her to Cape Breton and once she was there I ceased to care about how or why she was there.
** The ending, again, felt a bit clunky. I understand completely what was intended, I understand it's an "Aww" moment, but I thought the characters deserved something a little more understated. That being said, it did make me "aww".
The things I loved far outweighed the things I didn't, so it only brings my rating down 1/2 star.
P.S. My snarky troll has surfaced and wants to know why virtually EVERY. SINGLE. ROMANCE. I've read in the past year or two has an EPILOGUE tacked on to it? Why can't a romance just end? Are we not allowed to imagine for ourselves what happens to the H/h after the HEA? Have we been spoon-fed every single bit of detail in a romance for so long that now we need the authors to PROVE to us that the HEA was just that?
I don't mean to pick on this book in particular, it's just indicative of a bigger trend that sometimes annoys the crap out of me. ...more