I’ll be honest, I am somewhat flabbergasted. Once again, I have no idea how to review this. I can’t even get into the specific kinks and horny fodder because they would be total spoilers?? Which is quite odd!
Suffice to say, if you think this book is not about monsterf*cking, it absolutely is. It is absolutely the most that. There is a lot (A LOT) of inhuman anatomy at play here. It was hot, but also alarming. Suspending disbelief is not enough- you have to expel disbelief entirely. But the overall experience was pretty fun? I was honestly delighted when I figured out who our MC is. This author is… very creative with where they manage to find erotic inspiration.
The romantic relationship wasn’t as compelling to me as the sexual one, but that’s ok. This is erotica. If I wanted a romance novel, I would go elsewhere. The flirting and banter didn’t really work for me and the sincere moments felt trite and a little unearned. But that just comes down to the story ratio. You can’t spend this much time of such a short book having sex and still have time for decent character development.
The one large downside is that I deeply disliked both the audiobook narrators. I’ve like Justine Eyre before, but in this one she was far too scratchy and affected. And Jon Waters was fine until he tried to do a woman’s voice and then it was so distracting because I wanted to rip my own ears off. (Don’t get me started on my rant about misogynistic interpretations of women’s voices by male vocal performers)
Balanced precariously between absurd astonishment and horny curiosity, I really teetered back and forth during this entire read. It’s deeply weird, but still hot. Wildly creative, if underbaked outside the bedroom. Minus many points for awkward dialogue and weird plotting but plus just as many points for avant-garde genitalia.
Do with that what you will. I have no idea.