God DAMN, Amelia Wilde is killing me with the covers for this trilogy. The coloring, the models, the ever-present sea … add to that the edgy, tumultuous love story between Ashley and her modern-day pirate, Poseidon – and I’m OBSESSED!
This last instalment of the trilogy picks up where things left off – in the emotional, melancholic vapor left by the showdown in the previous book. Seeing Poseidon struggle on land, off-balance and drowning in the heartbreak of his childhood, in the loss of his true identity was as intense and excruciating as it was necessary for his character growth. And Ashley. So strong and mature and simply exactly what Poseidon needs.
While the first legs of the trilogy were filled to the brim with action and suspense, this one focuses more on Poseidon’s backstory and healing – even on reconciling with his brothers, Zeus and Hades, who he pretends to hate. Oh, don’t get me wrong, there’s still plenty of battles and fights, and Poseidon is still his dirty-mouthed, intense, possessive alpha-a-hole self, just with this added layer of emotional complexity – story- as well as character-wise.
And the sex. Good lawd. The. SEX. I’ve mentioned it before, but I will say it again: This woman can write sex scenes like no other. Mean and passionate and carnal and desperate and depraved. *fans self*
Pirates. Kidnapping. Ransom. The ever-present open sea. A pierced, broody, deeply tortured hero. A small age gap. The mysterious air always surrounding Poseidon. A power-couple sacrificing everything and fighting for each other until the very end. Suspension and gloriously smutty scenes galore. A wild, raw and emotional voyage, which, sadly, has now come to an end. Sigh.
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There’s one tiny complaint I need to make though about Demeter. Given all the havoc she wreaked in all three trilogies, I would have wished for some more closure for her story arc, especially with the additional backstory this final book provided.