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426 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 8, 2016
“Everything will be all right, Mama. Father will figure something out.”
"Now she found herself staring unabashedly from her window at Paxton Seabolt, wishing she had a seaman’s scope so she could peer closer.”
“He’s simply not the marrying type. The women he’s been known to fraternize with are . . . well . . .” She looked back and forth between the royal girls’ waiting faces. “Not exactly innocents.”
In his eyes lived something deep, dark, and untold. Something that frightened her.Oh god. I wouldn't recommend this book to the girl who ratted me out to my crush in 9th grade.
But it didn’t scare her enough to make her want to stay away from him. Not nearly enough.
Still holding her hand, he dropped his gaze down to the swell of fabric at her chest, and kept it there too long, his hand tightening and seeming even hotter around hers.Who is turned into a prince charming by her love. Not even the earliest Disney movies were this bad. If you want feminism and strength, you will not find it here.
The hunter looked down at his abdomen and then back up at the princess. He rubbed a hand down his stomach. “I’m not sure where my tunic’s gone . . . it was bloodied.”Aerity gets to have her ego stroked and lives in the safety of her castle while a host of extremely hot men vie for her hands under the guise of killing the Beast. She meets many handsome, distinguished, gentlemanly men...
Aerity waved off his comment with a shaking hand and said, “It’s all right.” As if she were used to being in the presence of half-naked, attractive men.
Do not look at his chest . . . or his stomach. . . .
He wore a leather kilt to his knees, fur-lined leather boots, and a sleeveless tunic with a burnished breastplate over it.While falling for the rude commoner asshole.
His arms . . . seas almighty. His arms were all muscle, bulging without even flexing. Same with his calves. And his face was chiseled as in the coldlands tales of old.
Given all of that, the princess was surprised she did not feel the same heat course through her that she’d felt for the rude commoner moments before.#predictable
Paxton spared his last look for Princess Aerity. Even from afar she seemed to be looking right at him. She brought her slender fingertips to her lips and left them there, as if her hand could keep her emotions from escaping.*rolls eyes*
Paxton knew his behavior had been inappropriate, but it was her own fault.Oh, it's her fault that he was attracted, was it? It was HER FAULT that he had to act like an asshole to her, is it? Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you.
“Is it so hard to believe I’d prefer to be alone? I’m certain every eligible man in the kingdom would fall over his boot strings for a chance to ride behind your royal arse, but I am not one of them.”It's a terrible message to send to young women.
Well, that settled it, the swine. Now Aerity would walk at his side for the simple pleasure of not giving him what he wanted. If he thought he could frighten her away with his words and intimidate her, he was wrong.
He’s simply not the marrying type. The women he’s been known to fraternize with are . . . well . . .” She looked back and forth between the royal girls’ waiting faces. “Not exactly innocents."Save yourself the headache and frustration.
Kill the beast, Win the girl


She shook her head against the notion and went to her wardrobe to retrieve a drab, gray gown. She would mourn the loss of her cousin's fiance until Wyneth was up and about again. Only then would Aerity don dresses in soft colors.

The princess hoped they caught and killed the great beast soon, because this way no way for anyone to live. Since Breckon had been killed three days ago, they hadn't been allowed out of the castle, day or night, and she hadn't seen her cousin Wyneth or her dear friend Harrison.

"But the lashed are not evil," Vixie said, sitting forward. "Why are people just idiots? We know your godson saved father's life with magic."
"Vixie!" Aerity gasped with embarrassment and leveled a glare at her sister. Under her breath she ground out, "A bit of tact, please." Mrs. Rathbrook's grandson was not something the royal family spoke of. Vixie stared back as if to say, "What?"
1) Princess Aerity was the very image desires were made of. Her silken cream dress was cinched at her waist, accentuating her femininity.
2) High seas, her mouth had gone dry. No man had ever made her nervous like this. Why did he appear so angry? And why did every detail of his appearance appeal to her on such a base level.
3) To her utter relief he took her hand in his rough, warm one. Paxton then did something that none of the other tables full of men had dared to do. Still holding her hand, he dropped his gaze down to the swell of fabric at her chest, and kept it there too long., his hand tightening and seeming even hotter around hers. Another shocked sound left Wyneth, this one high-pitched. Aerity's chest sizzled under the hunter's heated attention, and she dropped his hand.
In unison, the guards behind her stepped closer, one of them clearing his throat. When Paxton Seabolt's eyes drifted lower across her waist, Princess Aerity refused to cower. She was torn between offense and flattery at the intimate way he took her in with his eyes, perusing at his leisure until Tiern discreetly bumped him with his shoulder.
4) His arms...seas almighty. His arms were all muscle, bulging without even flexing. Same with his calves. And his face was chiseled as in the coldlands tales of old.
5) Given all that, the princess was surprised she did not feel the same heat course through her that she'd felt for the rude commoner moments before.









Fear was a dangerous and unpredictable weapon


“I have only one thing left to offer the man who kills this beast. I offer the hand of my oldest daughter in marriage.”



DNF at about 30%
Do you know what is the surest way to make readers dislike a book? To dedicate it to stupid, petty, cardboard, misogynistic, too-perfect-it-makes-my-teeth-hurt characters. Right. There's really nothing wrong with The Great Hunt besides characters being unbearable to read about.
Trait #1: Her hair is the wrong colour *gasp*
Aerity’s hair lacked the bright curls of Vixie’s. She’d inherited her father’s nearly straight, strawberry blond strands. She often felt left out as the only royal child without the trait. Even their younger brother, Donubhan, had a mop of glorious dark red waves.
How terrible it is to have STRAWBERRY BLOND HAIR. Burn the witch! Now seriously, tell me, would you sympathize with the heroine's "hair trouble"? My answer would be definitely: fuck no, I think it's exceedingly petty to complain that your hair is perfect blond instead of perfect red.
Trait #2: He doesn't have hair problems *how dare he!* and his abs are perfect *oh, okay, i forgive his hair*Paxton’s brown hair was wild with waves, and almost long enough to tie back with a strip of leather. Tiern didn’t know how he could stand to have it in his face like that. His own hair was the same dark brown shade, but straight. He kept it pulled back neatly at the nape of his neck. More rugged. More muscular. More mysterious. That was Pax.
So shiny and polished, it hurts my eyes. Now seriously, do you really care whether his hair is long or short, straight or wavy and whether it gets in his eyes or mouth or other parts of his body? My answer would be: fuck no!
Trait #3: Unruly waves!
He ran a hand through his unruly waves to get the locks out of his eyes as he walked over to the shooters
Again dude?! Now every few pages we are reminded how unruly his waves are! *goes to get sheers to cut the fucking hair off*
Trait #4: Beauty and the beauty.A hush fell over the hunters as a shocking beauty walked gracefully to the king's side
First of all, what the shocking beauty even means? Shocking beauty as if waves of electricity shoot off this beauty and kill anyone who walks in the vicinity? I get the phrase: a shockingly beautiful, but shocking beauty... come on, it's too much!
Trait #5: I don't even have a name for that.Despite whatever show the king and princess were putting on for them, he had no doubt she was a spoiled lass, probably incapable of passion for anything other than herself. Paxton would not be fooled. He would do as he must to keep his family healthy and at peace.
But, seas alive, she was sweet on the eyes. He unabashedly took his fill.
I. AM. SPEECHLESS. that fucker is something. To presume a person is bad because he thinks so, seeing her for the first time in his life from a distance. And then he has no scruples staring and her boobs. How nice #sarcasm. Where do I hire a killer to rid this book from that sorry excuse of a person?!
Trait #6: The gorgeous man. But as she moved down the line and looked toward the end again, she found that the gorgeous man was no longer there.
The shocking beauty doesn't know yet that the "gorgeous" man is after her boobs only #runandhide
Trait #7: ... and now she does know.Paxton then did something that none of the other tables full of men had dared to do. Still holding her hand, he dropped his gaze down to the swell of fabric at her chest, and kept it there too long, his hand tightening and seeming even hotter around hers.
Do I even need to comment on that? A man who treats a girl like this and thinks it's a brave and honorable thing to do, does not deserve to occupy any pages of any book.
Trait #8: Me Tarzan, you Jane!“In our village the man is the ruler and the woman is expected to obey, without question, in all things. Any wife who’s not completely obedient is subject to punishment from her husband.”
Granted, it was a joke, but does that ape think such jokes are funny or even should be considered jokes at all?! Fuck him!
Trait #9: Marasmus.
“Princess,” he whispered in a guttural tone against her lips. “You don’t know what you do.”
“I do know, hunter. I know exactly what I do.”
Do you? Yes, yes, of course, the girl would want to kiss that piece of shit after all those boobs staring, because he has hidden depths. He is not a crap, he just pretends to be. I am too old to be that naive, so I guess I'll just sit in my corner and hate both of these shallow characters. They deserve each other.
My friends, I DNFed this book, so my review is only a tiny snippet of what this story contains. Riches upon riches of vanity and incredulity. I initially gave it 2 stars, because the writing is decent and the beast-storyline was pretty engaging at times. But, fuck my tolerance! I didn't like this book at all, I despise the characters, so 1 star it is. Dobby is free!
She knew she should say something, but words . . . there were no words. Her life, as she knew it, was over. Her future, and the freedom she’d imagined, was dead. - Aerity
They were herding the beast straight for them.
“It’s coming!” Tiern shouted from behind him. - Paxton
“What if I said I do want you to kill the beast, Paxton Seabolt? What if I want it to be you?” -Aerity
“No,” Aerity whispered. A deep longing for Paxton expanded within her. “Seas, no. Please.” Her stomach knotted so hard that it sent another shooting pain through her ribs.



RATING

Its body was massive, the size of a bear with wiry hair like nothing she’d ever seen. Its face was as ugly as a boar’s. Tusks curled up around a dripping snout, sharp teeth shining. Its beady eyes eerily caught the moon’s reflection. Everything about its stance and posture screamed feral. Deadly. Impossible.
“I will be issuing a king’s proclamation to all five kingdoms of Eurona to send their best hunters, but I must make their journeys worthwhile. I must ensure that the strongest will be willing to face this foe. A monetary prize is not enough, and as you all know, most of the kingdom’s excess funds are wrapped up in my son’s land and youngest daughter’s dowry. Therefore, I have only one thing left to offer the man who kills this beast. I offer the hand of my oldest daughter in marriage.”


"Like her father, she was devoid of all haughtiness he expected to see from someone who lived a life of privilege. Around her head she wore a small golden circlet, which held a sapphire in the center of her forehead that sparkled like the sea. Her arm seemed to cling to her father with nervousness, though her face appeared assured and resolved."
Princess Aerity was the very image desires were made of. Her silken cream dress was cinched at her waist, accentuating her femininity.