Kyle has an unwelcome crush on his nemesis Brent. Brent has a welcome crush on his friend Kyle. As it turns out, the line between a friend and an enemy doesn’t have to be a line at all.
Born on the wrong side of the tracks to the wrong family, Kyle Potter. When he gets the perfect job at the perfect firm in perfect Los Angeles, Kyle is sure there are only blue skies ahead. Born with a silver spoon to a well-established family, Brent has never been interested in leveraging his connections. Friends, success, and dates come easily to Brent and rejection isn’t something he has to deal with in life. And then he meets perfect Kyle Potter.
Paranormal, Romance - novel
TBR Reviewer: Daniella
Merci is called in by her boss Arthur to do a job. He needs her magic skills to find Drake Monroe, Merci´s ex-lover. Drake, who is the wizard Merlin incarnated, has been kidnapped by a goddess who wants to destroy both him and Merci. While working together to lift the curses the goddess has laid upon them, Merci and Drake realize they never really stopped loving each other. Can they win over the goddess and lift the curse, before they are torn away from each other, this time for good?
This book starts very well with a compelling concept. King Arthur and his knights have been reincarnated in modern day USA and are on a mission to protect other people through their private investigations firm. The author uses the short story form well and manages to set the stage quickly, and weaves in the background story very smoothly. The story of Drake and Merci is wrapped up well enough in this book, while opening up for an interesting continuation of the series. The story does leave me with the feeling that I would have wanted more, and not just in the sense of wanting to read the rest of the series. The ending felt rushed with the “final fight” not really involving the two main characters and their abilities. I would have liked to learn more about their magic, have them work the problem a little more and seen them grow a little from the experience.
Beloved Wizard was very good entertainment and a good romance. It got me interested to read the rest of the stories about Arthur and his knights.
“I have no wish to be the next greatest anything. I like me just the way I am. I mind my own business and no one gets into my shit. Nice, quiet and uncomplicated.”
Color rose on Nimue’s fair complexion. Merci knew she’d just crossed the line, but couldn’t seem to care, even if the goddess could squash her like a bug. The only thing that mattered to her was Drake’s tall form moving ever closer toward them.
Nimue grabbed her upper arm in a punishing grip, whirled her around to face Drake. Nimue flung her hand out and Drake flew back like a puppet on a string, crashing into the far wall of the warehouse with a sickening flesh-meet-cinderblock thud. He lay crumpled amidst the debris like a broken doll.
Something snapped within Merci. Her blood scalded her veins. The taste of ash filled the back of her throat. Rage, cold and biting, filled her, coloring her vision in a red haze. Drawing energy from the earth, she channeled it up through her body, willing it to form. Her hands glowed, magic as hot as a stream of lava engulfed her. Her skin stung like the bite of a thousand fire ants as a small burst of electricity arched over her arms, snapping with pent up energy. The stench of ozone, hanging like a heavy cloud in the still air, filled the area. The force arched into Nimue, dropped her to the floor. Merci offered a feral smile while Nimue wreathed in pain against her magic. She bent down close enough for Nimue to hear her. “Since you don’t know me, I will explain this to you. You don’t fuck with what is mine. Drake, is mine.”
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Contemporary, Romance - novella
TBR Reviewer: Amanda
After ten years together, Oceane "O" Dubois, a half-French poet and writer and Maxim Wajda, her boyfriend since high school, hit a brick wall. Maxim allowed his insecurities to surface, and on the cusp of his band hitting it big-time started using cocaine to fuel his creativity while writing music. After walking into their apartment to find Maxim over-dosed, O kicked him out until he stopped doing drugs. Six months later, he comes back, hoping to win her again for good.
I appreciate that O makes Maxim agree to no drugs, less alcohol, couples counseling and a twelve-step program when she takes him back. I also liked that they both had a part to play in their co-dependence rather than it all being Maxim's fault. I'm not sure that there shouldn't have been even more angst in the making up process, though. It was almost too easy for her to take him back. On the way to recovery, Oceane was sometimes suspicious for no reason, which also felt realistic. Of course, being surrounded by nosy family and friends was sometimes more hurt than help as well.
Overall, I liked the story, but it was short for the amount of time it covered and could have stood a little better editing in spots. It did leave me curious as to what will happen for Oceane's sister, Aurelie, who is shown as having a mysterious heart-break in her past that makes her extra-cautious, and is quite the contrast to Oceane as she has followed her father's footsteps into business. I liked O and Max's happy ending, especially with the two surprises at the end of the story.
His hands began a gentle massage on her lower back then crept up her spine and into her hair. The growing bulge in his pants pressed against her stomach and her panties grew moist. It had been so long since she’d felt him move inside of her. His width and girth were almost too much to take and his thick cock occupied every inch of space inside her walls. He was just too male. The thought of it made her face heat.
She clutched the back of his shirt. Her nipples strained against the cotton that teased them. The material was an annoyance to the heavy mounds that ached to be fondled. She fought the need to grind against him as her body trembled, begging her to relieve the tension that made her pussy pulse as her cream continued to flow like a hot fountain.
“Oceane,” he whispered. God, how did he manage to make her name sound so damn sexy? “I want you mon ange.”
His nimble fingers stilled in her hair and slid down to cup her face as he bent to meet her gaze. “I long for you. Please don’t deny me this.” She remained silent as his soft lips met hers. All rational thought abandoned her as she permitted the passion that flared between them to scald her.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips before it plunged inside her moist cavern. Each swirl felt like a possession as he claimed her mouth in the name of Maxim. Her shaky knees weakened and she clutched his shirt tighter while leaning her weight against the counter. Mews left her mouth and she sucked his tongue deeper. Her legs crept up to wrap around his waist as he lifted and set her on the counter. She spread her legs wide and he wedged himself between her thighs. When they finally came up for air she rested her head against his chest and used the rhythm of his heart beat to steady herself.
“We can’t do this, Max; I won’t go back to the way things were.”
“Because when you’re using you’re a lunatic, you go on rants, you disrespect me and every time I leave I worry that I’m going to come home and find you overdosed.”
“I’m not using like that anymore, baby, I’ve cut down a lot.” He attempted to soothe her with gentle strokes through her hair and butterfly kisses along her jaw, up to the sensitive area behind her ear.
“A lot isn’t good enough, Maxi! You’ve been using on and off for years, what about kindling? The little bumps you think of as harmless could easily spell your death!” Her voice broke as she looked up at him with watery brown eyes.
She fought down the urge to let his charm sway her and continued her rant. “And then what would I do? Life without you is unthinkable. I feel like a zombie as it is. Like my life has been placed on hold for the past six months.”
“Then why do you keep us apart?” he asked before he delivered a nip to her neck that made her gasp.
“B-because I refuse to let you think it’s okay to continue to do this.” Her brain had started to feel like it was coated with molasses. Her thoughts slowed, her focus grew dull. She was losing the battle.
“I know it’s not okay, O.” he said. The suction on her neck added more to the pool of liquid that had formed between her legs. Desperate to break the sensual spell he weaved she brought up the white elephant in the room.
“Don’t you remember what happened six months ago!”
“How could I forget?” Max’s body grew rigid. His hands stilled and dropped to his side. His shoulders slumped as he moved away.
“I came home and found you laying on the floor unconscious with blood pouring from your nose.”
“If I could take it back, I would. That memory haunts me on a daily basis. God, your face when I came to…” He shuddered and shook his head. His blue eyes clouded over with a cocktail of pain and self loathing.
"I can tell it’s eating you up.” She said. “What I don’t understand is why you won’t just stop.”
She lowered herself down from the counter knowing she’d dodged a bullet. The vivid memories, doused the flames of desire he’d stoked. She rushed to door, gripped the metal knob, and kept her eyes downcast and turned away from him. “You need to leave now.” One more look into those azure jewels and she’d be fall back under his spell.
“No, it’s easy to forget what’s happened when you come here like this and you’re so much like your old self. But zilch has changed.” Oceane flipped the latch and spun the lock, desperate for him to leave.
She jumped when Maxim’s heavy hand came down against it the door to keep it shut. He pressed the length of his body against her own and bent to nibble his way down her neck to nip at her shoulder.
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
His large hands cupped her breasts as he ground his hardened cock against her ass. The skin on the back of her neck was caught between his teeth. The slight pain sent an electric pulse straight to her core. Her hips gyrated back against him of their own accord.
“That’s my girl.” His husky whisper was accompanied by the tweaking of her pert nipples and the continuous nudging of his rigid cock between her ass cheeks finally wore her down. She widened her legs and gasped when his stroke extended to hit the area that needed his attention most.
“You’re so wet you soaked through your boxers.” He groaned. “I want to touch that pretty pink pussy of yours, Oceane.”
“W-we shouldn’t be doing this-”
“Shh, this is just for you love. Let me do this, I need this and you do, too.”
“B-but noth—.” Maxim’s hand slipped beneath the band of her boxers putting an end to all her protests.
“No, Panties? What a naughty little girl.” His finger stroked along her drenched slit, captured her cream and took it back to her engorged clit.
“Oooh, God,” she said.
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Contemporary, erotica - novella
TBR Reviewer: Brutally Honest
Jade is an unhappily married woman.
Ryan is a sexy Private Investigator who loves her.
He brings her secret fantasies to life, ice cream covered flesh, dominance, handcuffs and the ultimate desire of another woman. However, their wild sexcapade ends when Jade’s husband returns and their oasis returns to a desert. Can they survive apart now that they’ve tasted true love?
These lovers have a one-week affair that will change their lives forever.
Warning: Does contain adultery.
Read the warning first, yes to adultery. So, if you're against that, even though Jade's husband is a bastard, don't read this. That said, what a freaking hot novella!
This starts off smoking hot and by the end, it’s flames on the pages. Jade is a great character. She’s just looking for someone to love her for who she is. Ryan is completely, madly in love and has the task of making her realize just how perfect they are together. There only problem, her crappy husband that treats her so bad. Will they find a happily ever after?
This is similar to eight short stories rolled into a novella. I really enjoyed this. Each ‘chapter’ had a new sexual adventure for Ryan and Jade while bringing them closer together emotionally. I would have liked a little more on their background but as is, this was so freaking entertaining. That car adventure nearly knocked me out of my chair and then there's the beach which had me blushing. The ending is a funny twist and I won't tell you if it's happy or not but I will say it glows in the dark.
I highly recommend Seven Days in Jade; this is a sexy treat for all your senses.
Paranormal, Romance, - novel
TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf
As humans we have control over our basic instincts, while the animals around us go into heat during spring we remain somewhat free from that driving desire but what if we didn’t. What if we weren’t human but something different and mating was about something other than love, a drive that is all about pheromones and doesn’t go away. Could you fight it?
I found the plot to this story hugely fascinating. In a way it isn’t new, you can read any shifter book and it talks about “mates” but the authors approach was unique and kept me entirely captivated. A little too captivated as I got so sucked into the emotional impact of the characters that it was hard to let go of the melancholy once the story was over.
All the characters are well written and three dimensional. Even the so called “bad guys” were anything but and pulled you into their own individual stories. I love Teriza, there is something queenly about her. Despite all that she goes through, all the pain and confusion, she still carries herself with grace. All together what I really loved about this book was that it was thought provoking, it called to the honor inside me and asked me “What would I do had I been in this situation?”
The sex scenes are hot as well, though be warned there is a lot of sex with “other” people, meaning others outside of the relationships that they end up in but no actual cheating. My only complaint is that I wish the author had put as much effort into bringing us out of the emotional turmoil that she worked so hard to put us in, however, this is a really good book that I feel compelled to recommend.
“I should go.”
Teriza absorbed the quiet sound of Paul’s voice, but startled as the oven
timer beeped. “Dinner’s ready.”
“It smells delicious, but we both know it’s best if I don’t stay.”
Teriza couldn’t step out on a limb with Paul. Not yet. This was too new. She
needed time to think rationally, if her body would allow her that luxury. Such
thinking wouldn’t be possible with him so close. Even knowing that, there was a
part of her that wanted to stake her claim on Paul.
Instead of skirting the counter to leave the kitchen area, he chose to pass
by her. Gaze locked on hers, Paul drew close, then closer still. One second more
and he would pass her. He made a slight shift and Teriza’s hand shot out, her
fingers clamping over his wrist. The action was motivated from an instinct she
couldn’t trust. Having found and lost her life-mate so recently, this could
merely be a manifestation of her fear of being alone, of not ever having a
family of her own.
Paul hooked one finger inside her sleeve and tugged twice, asking her to
close the distance between them. His gaze smoldered, but he didn’t make a move.
Teriza looked away, released him and a chill stole through her chest. Another
sign? She took a baby step forward, testing her body’s reaction. Paul remained
still. Teriza inched forward until her breasts were dangerously close to
brushing his chest when he inhaled. She lifted one hand, letting her fingertips
skim over his sweater-covered bicep, up, up over his shoulder.
Her name whispered along raw nerve endings. Raising her gaze to his face she
saw the tightly clenched jaw, the warning in his eyes. She was toying with an
For both their sakes she had to let him go. For now.
Dropping her hand, Teriza took a step back and knew physical pain when Paul
closed his eyes and shuddered. She turned away, lest he see her indecision. A
slight movement of air preceded muffled footsteps, then the front door opened
Only then did Teriza release the breath she held and take note of the
trembling. The ache. Not just for sex—though that was indisputably present—but
for Paul and the closeness, the serendipitous connection of a kindred spirit she
felt when he was near.
Contemporary, Romance - Novel
TBR Reviewer: Daniella
After two bad marriages, Katy Gilligan has no trust left in men. Katy works as an interior decorator and when she gets the chance to decorate the offices of Walsh Publishing she knows it will be her big break in the business. When Katy first meets the newly appointed CEO of the publishing house, Jack Walsh, the attraction between them is immediate. A, to Katy, humiliating misunderstanding between them, gets them off to a bad start. It also makes Katy certain that she needs to stick to “Rule Number One”.The rule says to not get
involved with clients, as the last time she did, she married a no-good, cheating weasel. Now Jack has to convince Katy that he is different and that the third time is a charm.
This is a fun and light read. The story is very well written and the characters are good, fun people. It is a pretty standard romance story, but the main characters and all the people that surround them are interesting, engaging and easy to like. I like that the relationship between Katy and Jack develops slowly and how Katy thaws, realizing that not all guys are bastards. There is also a great little side romance, which in itself makes the book worth
This story does not really need a deeper analysis than that. This is a great book to pick up for a sweet, romantic, no angst and no big complications read, with a guaranteed happy ever after for a charming couple.
“You really are a Renaissance woman, aren’t you, Katy Gilligan?”
“That’s me, Jack,” Katy replied, trying to ignore the little flicker of heat low in her belly. “Stage a house. Refurbish an historic building. And then serve up the beer. What can I get you to drink?”
“I’d love a Guinness.” As she turned toward the bar, he added, “But only if I can watch you pull it.” The look in his eyes said plainly that he was interested in more than just filling a glass, but as he followed her to the bar, he said innocently enough, “I’ve heard that pulling a
Guinness is an art. Is that true?”
Katy’s heart pounded in her chest, but she walked calmly to the bar, too aware of Jack following a few feet behind her. Just be cool, Katy, she reminded herself in spite of the deluge of heat his presence created.
Jack watched her move in front of him, fighting the urge to simply grab her and pull that lovely behind up against him. He could feel every muscle tighten, some more than others, as he imagined putting his arms around her. Letting his hands wander over her warm, flat belly, maybe tug that T-shirt out of her jeans and allow his fingers to explore her soft
“Jack! Watch out!” Katy’s voice brought him up short.
Damn! He’d almost run into the bar. Very smooth, Walsh, smash your face into the brass pole, that’ll impress her. After all, you’ve already damn near dumped a beer in Jeff’s lap. What a putz! He forced himself to look composed and smiled at her. “Okay, so what’s this mysterious process?” he asked as he stepped behind the bar with her.
“Aye, well, ’tis an art, pullin’ a pint o’Guinness.” Katy’s brogue was a perfect replica of Doyle’s. Jack was immediately enchanted. “It takes years o’ practice to perfect it. I’ve been workin’ at it since I was a wee lass.” She shook her auburn curls off her forehead and grinned at him.
Contemporary, Romance - novella
TBR Reviewer: Shyla
I don’t know how Ms. Hightower managed to pack so much into just seventy-nine pages! Despite the shortened length, I finished feeling completely satisfied! This author writes from a place of realness that makes me believe in the characters and the plots she’s unveiling at the time. As a military wife I can be particular about an authors’ portrayal of the lifestyle, but she was spot- on. I appreciated the research I’m sure she put in, as well as
the disclaimer at the end of the book. I highly recommend this to anyone looking for an uplifting tail of romance, struggle, triumph and sensual loving. I say sensual because though it steamed up the page, the focus was always on the emotions the couple invoked from one another.
Crystal is a woman in a man’s world. As one of the few female mechanics she’s subjected to unfair treatment and harassment on an almost daily basis. Despite the obstacles she refuses to compromise her beliefs by lowering herself to their level and staying in what they deem to be a “Woman’s role”. It’s these characteristics that make this heroine a woman after my own heart! I was rooting for Crystal from the very beginning and practically yelling at the screen when her low down, snake in the grass co-workers turned a blind eye to the harassment going on. Three years in the hostile environment has left Crystal gun shy when it comes to men. But then she meets a Grant. A handsome chocolate skinned pilot who has manners and a major dose of swag going. When he asks her to meet him out at a club on base she breaks her own rule of “No pilots” and sets a series of exciting, nerve wracking and difficult situations in motion.
Grant Masters is a man who was raised right. He’s intelligent, polite, and handsome to boot. (I know you’re wondering where you can find a man like this, right?) Despite his suave façade and successful career he’s been hurt badly in his past. That he over comes his apprehension to dating white woman when he’s a man of color speaks volumes. ( The apprehension comes with a good reason y’all, I would tell you, but then I’d give everything away. You have to read it to get the 411!) Never one to let the past hold him back he pushes a side his past experiences, and pursues the intriguing Crystal. The passion between them is explosive, and the connection they share is deep. Stepping into a relationship feels like coming home to both of them, but not everyone is pleased to see the interracial romance blossom. In the end they’ll have to face not only themselves, but outside forces. If their love proves strong enough they may just discover a romance that will last a lifetime.
Fantasy - novel
TBR Reviewer: Kim
Barlow, Arkansas has a secret, and that secret is the Sasquatch...known as 'The Big Man'. This is the story of how Barlow became overrun with Hollywood types trying to make a film about said Sasquatch. It is also the story of Hank Harmon, who has just lost his partner Gus, who is something of an authority on Sasquatch. With a drunk baptist, and the hollwood circus, can Hank save the Sasquatch from being discovered?
This was an interesting story, funny in places and sad in others. It went along at a steady pace but at no point did it blow my socks off. The story idea was different and I loved the idea of a man trying to save a legend and keep it safe because of a loyalty to his late partner. It just never really got to 'wow' status for me. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice story and the
characters were well-rounded and believable, but it was just that - a nice story. I will remember it more for the Big Man than anything else.
I would hesitate to recommend this as it just didn't light my fire.
M/M, Romance - novella
TBR Reviewer: Luta Wolf
What would you do to keep your dream job and what would you do to meet the person of your dreams? Terry only has one chance to keep the job of his dreams but it means betraying Aiden the man/angel of his dreams. He has to make a decision but he doesn’t have long, which one can he stand to lose.
I loved the concept that the author was going with this. An Angel that acted like anything but an Angel. He reminded me of the bad boy cops on the shows I’m addicted to, you can’t help but love how good they are at being bad but in the end you know they will do what’s right. Except the author took it a step further and did this with an Angel.
The problem became the fact that the author didn’t stick with this plot and truly develop it, instead we get caught up in many different faucets of plots. I went from reading about a homophobic jerk of a boss that won’t lay off the whiney but lovable Terry to there suddenly dealing with an evil vampire. I could have worked with that but the added bits of BDSM threw me for a loop. There just wasn’t enough character build up for me to really see an Angel getting it busy the very first night he meets this guy or the whole him making Terry his “slave”.
Erotica - novel
TBR Reviewer: Daniella
Sven Larsson, Hollywood movie star, needs to repair his scandalous reputation if he wants any chance of making another movie. Then he meets Sylvia, a young widow and a mother of three, who is as far from the world of movies, gossip and paparazzi as can be. The attraction is instant between the two and although their troubled pasts tell them not to get involved with each other their hearts say otherwise.
This is a pretty classical romance, but what made it extra good was the two main characters. They have lived very different lives, one the Hollywood dream and the other as a suburban mother of three, but they still share a lot of experiences on the emotional plane. They have put their trusts and faiths in people close to them and been let down. Even though I don´t always agree with the characters actions, I can see why they think and feel certain things. When they are with each other though, they both bring out the better sides of their partner, which is what makes them such a good pairing.
This story also deals with a couple of tough things, such as abuse and fatal genetic diseases, and mostly the author deals with this gracefully. A small detail that I don´t think will bother most readers, but that bothered me, is the Swedish that Sven speaks. In the translation a lot of the words have ended up in plural or in the wrong tense. The endearments Sven uses seem translated straight from English to Swedish and end up being words that not many Swedes would actually use.
I do highly recommend this book, as I really liked the characters, flaws and all. Scandinavian Scandal is a strong four star read for me. A great story with interesting characters, some drama and a hot couple.
They both froze at the shrill sound of a phone, and, with another groan, he released Sylvia gently. Her jelly knees were grateful for his body holding her up against the wall. With a muffled curse and a rueful smile in her direction, his breathing as heavy as her own, he flipped the phone open. Sylvia did not understand a word of the rapid conversation that ended in a curt, "Tack, George."
"That was my driver. Let's get you out of here and somewhere more comfortable and finish this, shall we älskling?"
He grabbed her with one hand, propelling her along and out of the door along the narrow corridor, leading them further backstage in the elusive club before she even realised what
"Hang on, stop will you? I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't even know your name."
He stopped so abruptly she would have fallen over, had he not steadied her. His expression was unreadable.
"You really have no idea who I am, have you?"
He mumbled something under his breath, his expression softening slightly before it turned grim at the commotion behind them.
"Here come the vulture; no time to explain. Just trust me, will you?"
Sylvia stared at the outstretched hand, a horrible suspicion dawning on her at what she heard behind them, before grabbing his hand with a feeble nod. Then he pulled her through the nearby fire exit. The fresh air hit her like a sledgehammer, and she stumbled, barely aware of his muffled curse and the flashlights exploding around them. As bodies closed in around her, she struggled for breath.
Strong arms came round her waist to hold her up and a worried voice growled in her ear. "Are you okay?" Blissful darkness claimed her before she could make sense of any of it.
Thriller, Horror - novel
TBR Reviewer: Mark
For several decades now, two local serial killers have possibly been working alongside each other in the Portvale area; killing prostitutes and slaughtering the indigenous homeless who are unlikely to be missed. One of these is known as The Dockside Ripper, the other is referred to only as The Portvale Slasher. But Police also suspect that at least one other killer may or may not be working alongside them, copy-catting their crimes.
The notorious Cunningham family have long been suspected of their involvement in the killings but nothing has ever been proven. Until now......suddenly, pieces of the jigsaw begin to be put together as the truth about this very scary family finally comes to light.....
This is an interesting book and a quite compelling read that quickly pulls you in and gets you hooked pretty much even from the opening chapters. Starting with an account by an esteemed Clinical Psychologist detailing her unique experiences of the Cunningham clan, and more specifically twin brothers, Charlie and Caleb. The book then goes on to tell the main part of the story from Caleb Cunningham's perspective as he regales the reader with the truth (?) behind his crimes and the true history of his disturbed family and his very dark
At times, this book is a difficult one to read. It quickly becomes apparent that Caleb is a Sociopathic Psychopath suffering from chronic delusions and possible hallucinations and, as such, this makes him a very untrustworthy narrator at times as the edges between what is real and what is only perceived swiftly become blurred. But that said, there are equally moments when this book is impossible to put down!
Unfortunately, by the time we reach the books climax, the whole thing has begun to get a little stale and tired. Without giving anything away, there is no real resolution to the novel, no attempt at closure and the whole thing just kind of..well....ends. This is okay but, with a book such as this, it doesn't really leave the reader with any real sense of satisfaction.
This book kind of reminds me, in places, of Bret Easton Ellis' American Psycho but not as well written and nowhere near as clever. That said, it was enjoyable but the flat ending inevitably made me reduce my rating from a 4 down to a 3! For all the things I did like about it, there were an equal amount of things I didn't but I wouldn't say it was a bad read just rather a bit of a disappointing one. To my mind, for a book about serial killers, there just wasn't enough blood, there wasn't enough gore and there certainly wasn't enough nastiness! And the whole blurring between reality and delusion only served, for me, to muddy already cloudy waters.
This was one of those books that I really wanted to like but instead, ended up feeling rather neutral about. It was alright while it lasted then, but wasn't something I would feel compelled to read again.
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