Just like the first book, the premise of this one was so much better than the execution. The characters were all way too extra and the drama reached a point of being almost sheer ridiculousness. Nothing was ever fully explained; I still had so many questions by the time the book ended. Not to mention that pretty much all of the caricatures oops, I mean characters (nah, actually, I'm pretty sure I was right the first time) were absolutely nothing original. Yet another M/M romance "action" book pairing a gentle alpha muscle-giant with a victimized, abused, and yet still oh-so-sassy twink, who's traumatized and vulnerable but still emotionally strong enough to flip their hair with the perfect amount of sassy-twink attitude and sway their hips with every step and snap their troubles away with glitter-painted fingers right before the tears and the need of physical protection from whatever new muscle-alpha comes strolling into their life. Sigh. My god to the stereotyping though. It was way too much. (Seriously, do twinks or women ever laugh instead of giggle in these sorts of stories? Or ever not "squeal in excitement" when something good happens? Are these the only sounds women and not-alpha-giants are capable of making??) I should probably say now that I am beyond fine with effeminate characters. That's not the problem for me. I love them when they're done in a believable way. But when a specific character type is only represented through the distinct lens of a blatant and very outdated cliché, it becomes problematic. And I had quite a lot of problems with just so much of it.
Everything was just waaay too sugar-sweet for my poor overwhelmed tastebuds, and as we all know, sugar is an empty calorie. There just wasn't a whole lot of substance to this story, even despite the past abuse of half the characters. Reading the dialogue was like mainlining the purest of powdered sugar straight into my veins, and my veins did not appreciate it. (Seriously, don't try it. Baaad idea.)
It always makes for a strange disconnect in a book like this when macho gun-toting military alphas are constantly teasing each other and winking at one another and calling each other things like "Mr. Straighty Pants". (Seriously???) However, none of that annoyed me as much as Justin's childish refusal to swear. Characters do not ever have to swear, that's absolutely fine, but when that adult character replaces profanity with ridiculous phrases like "oh my sweet candy" and "oh sugar", it becomes the very definition of juvenile. (And annoying. Definitely, definitely the definition of annoying.) Jesus fucking Christ is all I can say to it.
And I'm not sure I can even explain what it was about the romance, but something just felt off. Something just wasn't there for me. It was pure sugar and no substance. Sweet but not filling. It was just a big ol' bowl of empty calories that can only ever end with cavities and regret.
Between the stereotypes and the cavities and the unanswered questions, I just couldn't with this one.