Oh, motherfucker was this bad! I mean, the writing was alright, but the story was a steaming pile of horseshit. Lynna, oh goddamn Lynna is the dumbest human being to have ever graced the pages of any fucking book. No shit, she makes Anastasia Steele seem like fucking genius. The term 'dumber than a post' will never be more appropriately used than to describe her. And so, once again, I found myself sympathising with the villains, for making her life hell, albeit for different reasons.
Suzanne was a cunt, and a, er... black magician, I guess? Or a witch. I mean, she does voodoo, complete with dolls and shit. But she had so much more depth than Lynna, and so I liked her so much more. And she had a spine. Sure, she came in between our H and h, but damn, did she do it in style.
Oh, and let's not forget our rogue, Capt. Joshua Jordan, who puts his pulsating member into every fucking thing that breathes. That's about as much depth his character explores during the course of the story. The story itself was thinner than toilet paper, and the fact that Ms. Margo was able to stretch something as stupid and shallow as this to fill a good 370 pages kind of leaves me in awe of her. It's probably why she's a published writer, and I'm not. I do not mean that in a good way. At all.
And really, they had sex withing the first 30 pages of the book. I get that instalust is a thing, but for the love of all that is holy, wait some before the sex actually happens.
Oh, but why the two stars, you ask? The ending was magnificent.
"Miles away at Magnolia House, Suzanne clutched a voodoo doll that had been made to the likeness of Lynna. She fell back on her bed laughing maniacally as a malicious smile curved her lips. Enjoy this day of happiness, Lynna, for it will be your last."
Yes, Lynna. Fuck you.