Me: This is so fucked up. I should just drop it.
Also me: Shamelessly reads the book in a day.
I have rarely felt so much internal conflict when reading a series. There are problematic scenes beyond the obvious cringe I objectively get from reading about a love triangle between a father, his son, and the protagonist (I never thought I would be reviewing something like that), but at the same time I have to admit to myself that I am addicted to this series. I can't stop reading and feeling utterly entertained while doing so. Maybe this is the very definition of guilty pleasure.
Anyway, so I have many thoughts about this second instalment:
🔹 First off, the fuckedupness of this book is less than the first one. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still fuckedup and can make some people feel uncomfy and icky and the reason is non other than Macalister, BUT, admittedly, he’s also the most interesting character. On a spice level I’d say Macalister >>>>>> Royce. I SAID WHAT I SAID
🔹 I’m not ashamed (well, maybe a little bit) to say that Macalister is a better character because Royce has no personality whatsoever other than his father-son conflict and his good looks. I’m hoping this gets solved in the third book *fingers crossed*
🔹 Macalister does border on rapey. It pains me to say this and that’s my main issue with this book. There’s a scene where he just throws consent out the window and forces a kiss on Marist and that’s when it truly hit me that I’m full of shit!!!!!!!!!!! lol such a hypocrite, the feminist in me is seething. Other than that scene at the end of the book where he throws a man child tantrum over being denied, he’s always nearly crossing the line of consensual sex, but all’s justified and forgiven because we’re told that he wouldn’t be so forceful if Marist didn’t want it deep down inside. Ok………….. I’ll choose to blindly believe that for my sanity.
🔹 But let’s cut to the chase. The spice in this book is over the roof. Nikki Sloane writes smut like nobody’s business. She knows how to control the reader with the sensual tempo she sets in the smutty scenes. Seriously. She might just be the first author that manages to make me cross my legs while reading…. (so sorry if that’s TMI)
🔹 Even though this review hasn’t been short of criticism so far, I have to say that my biggest pet peeve with this series is the Greek mythology metaphors. They are so forced.
I’m leaving some examples below:
Maybe Macalister really was Zeus, and this thunderstorm was what had pulled him abruptly away.
I was Medusa, but she was the perfect vision of Hera, queen of the gods.
He was Ares in the flesh, hungry for battle. Starving for war.
Sophia had been Aphrodite, but today I needed her to be my Hermes.
If he was Ares, then I was Aphrodite.
SToP, please stop. Marist keeps pulling these metaphors out of her ass for no good reason other than that she’s a mythology fan. So what, lady. Stop trying to be a pick me up girl because you enjoy reading books about Greek everything. Gosh.
And with that this hype/rant review is over.