Reviewed on: May 13, 2026.
The most notable thing about Meya is her personality or her personhood in general. At the start, she's a real firebrand, and after she goes through an extremely traumatic experience, her personality change is night and day. It's as if a core part of her identity has been stripped away from her, and she's now a hollow shell of who she was before. This grows to be incredibly tiresome as the novel goes on. She's constantly stuttering, and damn near every time somebody asks her a question, she has to pause for 5 paragraphs to think up an answer. Followed by "Answer me!" and more sut-uttering.
The plot is incredibly slow; if it were any fuckin' slower, it would need a helmet. Romance scenes are sprinkled around here and there, but actual sex scenes more or less don't cum until the end of the book. In the last 10 or so chapters, that's when it stops being "A day in the life" and more "Hey, why's that guy backing up that truckload of manure to that industrial fan factory, and what the fuck is a fan or a truck?" As for the one major sex scene, unfortunately we had to see it from the perspective of Meya, who is a doe-eyed dimwit and stands around for most of it. Poor fuckin' what's her name. Meya's girlfriend, she nearly broke her fucking spine carrying the entire scene on her back.
There's a bit of dick-based trauma in this book that might upset the fellas, as seemingly every man I've ever known thinks losing his dick is a fate worse than death. Though I doubt a slow-burning romantic suspense about a wealthy, land-owning man who actually knows how to satisfy a woman probably isn't in their realm of interest anyway. A rapist gets his dick cut off, which, first of all, fucking good. But then he kills the guy anyway. And the second one gets his dick cut off for .... using the Lord's bath tub... Alright, look, this is clearly about the love of the game. Collecting dicks is a weird hobby, but I'm not judging. To each their own.
I'm pretty sure Lord Chop Chop is a gigantic fucking cat. He loves growling, plenty of people purr, but he's a big cat, so he growls. He's territorial, loves back rubs, and seems to get most of his sustenance from the blood of his enemies. He leaves his kills lying around all over the place, hates snake-shaped objects, and he likes pushing people off of balconies, like my kitto does when she sees something on my table that intrigues her.
Despite being slower than a conservative, the majority of the very few characters aren't fleshed out at all. Gail is this blabbermouth who gets her blabber-mouth sewn shut for spreading baseless rumors, and that's it. That's her entire personality. She never stops asking stupid questions. While Meya tells Gail to make up stories instead, outside of one passing mention of Gail telling stories, it's only ever mentioned one other time near the end of the book. This shit is out of place like a motherfucker, too. It pulls this "And then they all lived happily ever after!" shit, and goes "okay, that's it for story time." It introduces this teenage character who spawned into existence, but he was already name-dropped as a teenager beforehand.
There are these 2 sisters who are bitches. Their personality is they're bitches. There's Leah, who spawns into existence whenever there's a problem, and then disappears again. There's Juris, who is a name, and his personality and identity are he's a name. Lord Choppity Chop could push these fuckers off of a balcony or down a well or some shit, and I'd be as interested in them as he is. They're not people, they're cardboard cutouts who can talk.
The writing suffers from the same writing style as every multi-season show I've ever seen. There will be a time jump (I'm not sure how long), and people will still be talking about shit from before the jump, as if it had just happened. As if absolutely fuck-all had happened in between. I noticed this when I used to watch the show Sons of Anarchy. It would pick up nearly a year after the last season, everything would go to shit for a few months, and then go back to being so fucking boring, absolutely nothing of note happens. Reality-wise, it would be as if I were talking to my mother/boss about buying new boots for work last year in November, and then in mid-May going "anyway, as I was saying, I need to get some new boots...." as if the last 6 months we never talked about anything else.
One other instance of "Abdomen" being referred to as "Stomach". Your stomach is an internal organ, if a character was stabbed in the stomach, or has their hands on their stomach, they're beyond fucked. Nobody ever refers to a character resting their hands on their lungs instead of their chest, because that would be idiotic and absurd.
Here's an excerpt from my review of Dragon Rider Academy to further illustrate just how fucking stupid this shit is.
: That shit is annoying as fuck on its own, but this book takes it to a whole new level of stupid. MC’s mother refers to her “kicking inside my stomach”, which … hear me out on this, THERE’S A FUCKING WORD FOR THAT! It’s WOMB!!! So now we have numerous instances of MC saying “My stomach flipped,” and I have to constantly guess what the fuck internal organ, or external part of her torso she’s fucking referring to!
My friend 'Sadahon' said "You are the Japanese soldier stranded on the island for 30 years after WW2, except you’re fighting a single colloquialism." You're goddamn right I am! I've seen people use the word "stomach" to mean: Abdomen, Bladder, Stomach, and Womb. Here's a fucking idea, USE THE PROPER FUCKING WORDS FOR THESE PARTS OF THE FUCKING BODY!!!!! Don't expect readers to interpret the meaning of the words you misuse, and then blame me for calling you a dunce cap-wearing moron.
: Authors: Good fucking god, this shit isn’t complicated. Expand your fucking vocabulary, or hire a competent fucking editor so people don’t have to interpret the meaning of every word you misuse.
: Readers: You think I'm too harsh? How 'bout you do what these fuckwit authors expect you to do, and substitute the words I use for other words, and try to guess what I actually meant. I promise you I'm being a lot fucking nicer than I want to be. There aren't unforgivable enough words in this language to convey how fucking stupid I find this shit. I also despise the spread of misinformation and the dumbing down of our language for simpletons. Annoyingly enough as well, they correctly use the word 'abdomen' several times as well. Sometimes on the same digital 'page' or chapter.
Whether or not this book is for you, I think it depends entirely on whether or not you can tolerate a slow-paced book. While I've ranted several times about slow-as-fuck turds such as Jurassic Park for being slow as fuck and not respecting readers' time, I don't mind slow-paced romance stories. I want to know why these characters love each other. How did they fall in love? I love all kinds of romance, but this "Disney Princess—He smiled at me, and then I fell on his dick!" shit is fucking tiring. That's not love, it's infatuation. Also, as I mentioned previously, it went from being a slow as fuck romance to ... somebody clearly got impatient, accidentally turned the "plot speed" knob up to 11, and then broke that fucker off. It went from "And then I rode Lord Choppenheimer's baloney pony after giving him a back massage" to ..... "Why are there large gates opening on the other side of that arena?" So that kinda has me excited for the sequel(s).
Also though, all praise aside, I am NEVER reading this shit again. God-fucking-damn, I've been on this one eBook for a fucking month. Either I get another physical copy, or I'm holding out for an audiobook, 'cause fuck me, this has been a slog to get through. I fucking hate eBooks.
Edit May 15, 2026:
After receiving some feedback from the author herself 💜, and indirectly through messages from her friends, I feel like I should clarify some things. Usually, when I update a review, it's because some author tried my patience and I rant about all of the shit I left out. In this case, it's because I have a tendency to rant first and hope it makes sense later. I actually loved this book, but I also love being an asshole, and being 'nice' isn't my thing. I write pro-consumer reviews. What are the hard-working people spending their munny on? Is it a well-written book? Does it respect their time? Is the sex scene worth the wait? Is the romance believable?
First off, I don't take issue with My Lord being slow. I love slow-paced romance stories. What I hate are these pieces of shit Disney princess-esque romances like Some Call It Love and Some Call It Temptation where the female MC looks at the male MC, he smiles at her, she falls on his dick, and suddenly they're "in love". That's infatuation, not love. I appreciate that My Lord shows the progression of their feelings for each other over time. What I can't stand is boring shit like Jurassic Park, a shitty book about bringing dinosaurs back to life, and it's 35% of the way into that turd before they even get to the TOUR of the park.
000000000000000000000000 gwwwwwws kjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjm - Said Little Annie.
As far as my own personal critiques of My Lord go, there are a few details I wish were expanded upon. When Meya spends plot time trying to wash away the bones of her predecessor, it cums off like "His ex hung up these curtains... they're the next to go!" which was funny, but never went anywhere. The storytime scene should have been set before Meya got sick. That way, Gail gets some character development, and when Ghoulash is described as not being a good replacement for Not-Leah, then we, as the reader, would know who he was. And it wouldn't be weird as fuck to have this out-of-place storytime scene at the end of the book where he's re-described. There's a servant who gets her dick cut off for using El Chapo's bathtub, and it's never specified who it was. All I'm saying is it was either Gail or Juris, and Juris is boring. Who gives a fuck about that guy? Therefore, Gail is trans, that's canon now. 💅 Sure, it could be one of the other servants, a few named people pop into existence out of fucking nowhere, never to be seen or heard from again, but it's already been canonically established that Gail is trans.
Some people said my review was harsh, but the "stomach" re-usable template aside, I was nice by my own standards. Trust me on that. 🤣 Based on the erotic smut I listen to, and these awful books like Roller Coaster Romance that everybody seems to prefer (gag!), I get the impression My Lord would be too slow for them. I'm well aware that "I like it ≠ , it's good!" and "I disliked it! ≠ It's bad!" People are fully capable of liking shitty things or disliking good things. Most people seem too fucking stupid to figure that out, though. You say you dislike something they enjoy, and they act as if it's a personal attack against them. I try to use examples to explain why I think something is good or bad, regardless of how I personally feel about it. I like it, and I think it's good, but that doesn't make it easier to recommend for the aforementioned reasons without knowing more about the person I'm recommending it to. Unless I specifically know they like slow-paced romance stories, I might get flak myself for recommending this book.
NOTE: This eBook was provided to me free of charge as a digital review copy. The opinions stated in this review are mine and mine alone, I was not paid or requested to give this book a certain rating, suggestion, or approval.