1.0 out of 5 stars
My radiator gives off more steam!!
This book was terrible. The simple sentence structures and one dimensional characters were bad enough, but for someone who has tried to make a name for herself with romantica and erotica, there were no heady erotic sexual scenes at all. They spend far more time talking about it, reading and writing emails about it, than they ever do doing it.
The couple of scenes with the hero and heroine read like extremely tame, plain vanilla versions of the absolute worst of the Red Sage and Black Lace books, with a hero who does nothing but grunt and growl. Really, Susan Krinard’s Werewolves are far more sexy, and have better manners! At least they say thank you after the wham-bam.
The whole bondage, domination/submission thing reads more like a text book, and the only lurid details in the book that moved me were the gross descriptions of the killer carving out their hearts. Ugh.
This is a really BAD romance worse than any Harlequin I have ever read, with flat characters and a couple of pistoning scenes. I will not use the word love to describe them.
The ending is trite, cliche, and so dull, as the writer spends PAGES telling us what happened to every single one of the minor characters, all living happily ever after of course, that I just sat their laughing, it was so bad. Again, this author breaks the basic rule of show, don’t tell.
Really, if you want a spicy read, try Shannon McKenna, Susan Johnson, Thea Devine, or any of the Black Lace books if you really want to get daring-do not waste your time with an author who obviously writes a lot, but needs to learn how to tell a HOT story-four letter words, leather and handcuffs are trite and passe.
And erotica and romantica have become so mainstream, well, this author is going to have to come up with a lot better to satisfy a sophisticated audience.
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