Sex. Drugs. And
What. A. Drag.
Never a straight (no pun) line in this book. I don't mind when a story gets from A to D via B, C and while at it detours through E and K. I do mind however, when the author goes through entire alphabet to connect A to B. Now imagine that alphabet being intense purple. It frigging haunts me in my sleep now.
And no, DD was not the one and only writing and publishing queer literature prior to 2001. No credit for that. Sorry, not sorry.
PS And what's with the cover? O.o
In all fairness, gladiators are not my slice of salami.
I read this book for a challenge because of the Mars character. He disappointed me a quite a bit, since his true nature never got a chance to shine. As for the mortals, as entertaining their relationship was in the beginning, it all turned to lust and then love all too quickly, at the same time failing to produce any hint of chemistry between them.
The book is short, and of course, it limits the opportunities for the characters and relationships to develop fully. The plot was a bit of a cliche, the chemistry, like I said, was non-existent, the sex was meh.
First of all, thank you, Manouchka, for lending me this book. It was perfect for my challenge. I really appreciate it, but I am afraid I am going to disappoint you with my review. Sorry about that :/
For some reason, I had high hopes for this book, even after reading Hell & High Water. Not sure what it was - the cover? - the blurb? - that made me curious about it.
Even after I started reading and then double and triple checked my shelves to make sure I've never read this story before (because it felt like I did), I was still sold on it. I am a sucker for unsuspecting humans being dragged into the world of magic. Big cold alphas and puny little (yet snarky, very snarky, and funny, too) humans is also my thing. So I gave this book a chance.
But around 40% in it all fell apart. It turned too sweet and too sugary and there were too many children wrapping everyone in sight around their little foxling's paws (cute, but that's not what the blurb promised!) And it was just downhill from there :( Rainbows, unicorns and lollipops :(
PS ...and pink glitter unicorn cupcakes.
I never liked Owen and I hate him now. He is no better than Ryan where it comes to manipulating Will.
I really wanted to strangle Owen in this one, even more than Tony.
And Will, but not so much, maybe a little ;) ...cause he's too cute for words.
For a great part of the twentieth century, the United States government has policed a number of writers—not only writers from other countries but American writers as well—and apparently the practice is continuing.
Homer Cummings and J. Edgar Hoover looking over a film reel.
Photograph from Bettmann / Getty
Started well enough, but shortly after turned into pure insanity.
For the first time ever I found myself skimming through BDSM scenes.
Son of Death, Jamie, is a whiny little bitch who I cannot stand. The big bad Dom, Seth, is uber crazed on sex. Instead of figuring out Jamie's situation - the "little one" (seriously? kindergarten much? bleh-acck .... One bleach, here, please, 9 ounces!) has issues upon issues, not to mention there is someone out there bent on doing him in, like now - Seth does nothing but f*ck his new toys for two weeks straight. Apparently, sex is a priority.
Nothing makes sense in this story, there is no logic to characters' actions or thought process.
Read it for a challenge. 1 star.
PS I am removing BDSM tag. What happens in this books is a hot mess; it's not sexy, it's not enjoyable and it has major issues :/
Seth is a healer, but with every person healed, he himself is getting closer to death. Knowing what healing in the long run entitles, he decides to break free before it's too late. "Not so fast, brother!" says handsome black man Zed with his James Earl Jones's voice, and makes Seth stay, rending him unable to leave the
Abaddon is a soul collector. The Hell he lives in, tho I am sure hellishly horrible, sounds pretty amusing and sometimes funny. He is buried in paperwork and is under pressure to collect souls.
MCs meet, they fall in love, they suffer, they cry, they offer all kinds of sacrifices to save the other and, I don't believe this is much of a spoiler, they live to be together. All the usual works.
Now, angels, hippy revivals, devils, soul collectors don't entice me in any way. I read this book for a challenge in which I needed a book with a devil, and only because it's Marie Sexton so I knew it would be as good as I could get. On the whole, it was 3 star-ish for me. Once again, it's me, not the book.
BUT! Just like Abaddon found a bright soul in Bible Belt, I found a bright couple of lines in this not-my-fav-trope book.
Tom Brady and Bill Belichick did if for me. I am bumping my rating up to 4. 'Cause PATS! 'Cause BRADY! =) This wasn't just bright, this was brilliant! :D And funny :)
The ending seemed as tangled as Dewy's hair at one point, and was dealt with it the same way - cut short. But on the whole - pure magic. I loved it to pieces :)
And yeah, Vegemite... @.@ lol
Non-stop info dump.
Rating the 40% I actually read.
The rest of the book might as well be fab, but so far I am not impressed.
I am not happy! :/
How can Charlie and Ethan live with themselves after all, I have no idea. This book made me mad :(
I read some reviews and I am glad to find out that I am not the only one who is upset about Briggs being disposable. He was treated like crap during the whole book, used and abused through its entirety (except for the first chapter, granted)
While Ethan is at least reflecting on the events of the fateful night in the epilogue, Charlie is perfectly cool with having a bright new shiny Ethan in a mighty meat-suit all to himself. Who's Briggs again? Only a person who saved their asses and the world :/ But - not a pause, not a care.
Anyway, I do realise RL is a bitch, but the two MC's are total and complete jerks. The last chapter made me despise Charie. And I don't understand how the author could do it to her character, leaving him a heartless, callused jerk.