If you’ve read a Mindy Hayes book before you know she tends toward the sweet and innocent. That’s not to say her books don’t have depth, because they certainly do. But you know when you dig into it that you’ll be left with a sweet satisfaction that keeps you on a light fluffy cloud for the rest of the day. Stain is not one of those books.
I knew this book was a departure from the typical Mindy Hayes, but I wasn’t quite ready for the layers of intrigue and the psychological punches she was going to lay at my front door. Just when you think you have it figured out, you don’t. And you go back and reread. And reread. And reread. Just to make sure you got it right. And then she punches you in the gut.
Stain is a rollercoaster ride of sweet beginnings sprinkled with upside down madness and twisting endings. Her characters weave their own stories that jump off the page and sit next to you, waiting for you to turn the page and discover that what you thought was not what actually happened.
Kat is a lamentable, but natural and raw character. She doesn’t pretend with you. Her reality is your reality as you travel the story with her. Her fears are your fears; her sadness, your sadness. You see her weaknesses and want to lead her past them. When her nightmares turn to reality, you shriek internally for her. She was my favorite because she was raw and bared her soul for us, the readers.
Blake was a close second. The rock star. The childhood love. The man with looks and sensitivity and a broken past. He was the picture of reality with all of the things we look for in a man mixed up with the things that make him human.
In the end, days after finishing the book, I am still wondering what happened. How did that happen? Why did that happen? And I am left to pick through the pieces of my shattered understanding to find a new level of humanity. One that blurs the lines of morality in the greatest acts of loyalty. One that redefines love and fear and hope. One that makes me feel that maybe, just maybe, we can figure out this strange thing called life and make it through, not unscathed, but saved.
Pick up the book. Open it. And make sure your seatbelt is tightly fastened. Oh, and keep your hands and arms inside the ride at all times.