DNF at 61%
This is one of those series that thinks ‘slow burn’ means the intimacy takes place past the second half of the first book. This is generally a bad approach to anything but standalones, but it’s made worse here by the fact that the only way said intimacy wouldn’t have felt rushed and downright awful would be a glacial burn, which the author is clearly not interested in.
See, this book lays Harlow’s abuse and its consequences incredibly thickly. She’s underweight, small enough Leighton describes her as a ‘kid’ at least once, and is black and blue from healing bruises. She’s been isolated so long she has never seen the sun, or even knows what an elevator is. For fuck’s sake, she is in her early 20s and hasn’t even had her first period. And all of this is fine, expected from the situation she escapes from at the start of the book -- but it makes the male heroes look like nothing short of fucking creeps because of it, since they lust after her from the very start.
I just can’t bring myself to care for men who can’t help but remark on her body, and how attracted they are to it, when she’s still so early in her recovery. If it was said out loud, in a way meant to lift her up, it’d be one thing. But these men’s POVs show they’re straight-up into the malnourished, beaten body of the torture victim they’re meant to care for. Enzo’s masturbation scene in the shower felt grosser than any taboo-laden, self-published erotica I’ve ever read, because it was fueled by his attraction to someone the narration has painted as nothing less than a beaten child.
I knew I wouldn’t be picking up the next book when Leighton dry humped her straight after a panic attack. But I had to drop it after Hunter informs her of something that upsets her to an unreasonable degree – which remarks, to me, just how emotionally immature she’s still is, and how many more issues she still has to deal with – only for Hunter to make the situation about himself, followed by what I suspect would be a fingering.
She was in the middle of a meltdown when he decides to trauma-dump on her about the people he’s killed and the dead lover he and his friends still are not over. Then they kiss and get naked, when she learns she doesn’t have to feel insecure about her scars because he – and all the other men in her life – have already seen her naked photos, the ones taken back when was dying of malnourishment and sepsis, for evidence.
Her being just fine with that, because it’s easier than dealing with upsetting news, struck me as so fucked up, I just couldn’t continue. That and Hunter’s willingness to go through with it. I don’t mind age gaps in romance, but when a man in his mid-30s admits he’s been thinking of shooting his best friends and family in the head when they see her hold her hand, he’s been that attracted to her for so long – all while the 22year-old woman he’s been put in charge of is clearly emotionally vulnerable and using sex as an avoidance technique – I hit my limit.
Beyond the bad characters and their stupidity, I found the writing very inconsistent. Like I said before, Harlow is presented as the ultimate innocent. Has never seen the sun, elevators, etc. However, she uses words such as ‘metastasizing’, describes Hunter’s eyes as ‘molten chocolate’ and their home décor as ‘masculine’. I know there’s supposed to be hints about how she didn’t actually spent her entire life in the basement, which is why she knows what some appliances are for, but even after the reason for it is explained, these descriptors still don’t fit. Not a whole lot of 9year-olds go around describing décor and eye color the way this girl does.
There’s also nothing really particular about the plot or its approach to the scenario. I can think of at least 8 different RH books alone with the same situation of a girl escaping life in a cage. This one was sold to me as “Criminal Minds meets RH” so I expected a bit more emphasis on the police procedural side of things, but that aspect was also underwhelming and at times annoying. The scene where Hunter yells at Theo when he comes in with the DNA results, the Harlow interrogation – the book excuses the drama in these scenes as Hunter being troubled due to his unaddressed issues. But these issues also insist he’s a consummate professional. But he never acts likes one.
He’s mad with Theo because they didn’t immediately know, upon setting eyes on Harlow, who her birth family was. He’s constantly threatening a torture survivor suffering severe PTSD with having to submit to an interrogation. The moment he learns her origins he’s mad because he thinks she is either lying to them, or so fucked up she forgot the first 9 years of her life (as if this should even be a question oh my god). All while secretly lusting after her.
Just… whatever. This was a bad book. Sadly, not the worst I’ve read, but bad enough I cannot bring myself to finish it. Life is too precious to waste on bad characters and shallow plots.
Good narrators though.