rating: 2 of 5 stars
The blurb on the front says “A Fast-Paced Sex Thriller with a lot of Eroticism” but the book did not deliver. It delivered fast pace and sex. There was nothing “thrilling” or “erotic” about it. You can’t create eroticism just by using naughty words. That isn’t enough anymore and there wasn’t enough here to get me engaged.
I didn’t like the characters and I don’t think I was supposed to. The first thing we see is materialistic Regina and it all goes downhill from there. She isn’t sympathetic at all, even though Hobbs tries to build in a backstory of heartbreak around a son who died in an accident. Maybe if we would have gotten the full story about the son up front it might have helped create more of a connection with Regina. Instead, we get the barest hint of her pain, but it seemed contrived without the full story. Her husband is another completely unsympathetic character. Did this man have ANY redeeming qualities? Any at all? He was a cardboard cutout character, there only to give Regina an excuse to do everything she did. Not only does that not work for him, it doesn’t work for her either. Why do I feel badly for her when she stayed with someone like that? I don’t believe that she did it for love. Why? Because there wasn’t anything lovable about him, that’s why. There wasn’t anything lovable about either of them.
The rest of the characters were equally two dimensional and un-interesting. They showed no depth, no growth, no individualism. So if you have characters like that guess what suffers? That’s right, the sex.
To put it bluntly, there was nothing sexy about the sex in this book. It wasn’t hot. It wasn’t “freaky” (despite the blurb from Zane on the back of the book). It was plain, like checking off the list of words: Pussy? Yep. Dick? Uh huh. Clit? Gotcha. Cum….yep. Great! We hit our quota. If it wasn’t plain, it was ridiculous. I mean, did you really say:
“Yeah, his dick was husky like a mufucka”
Seriously? And I’m supposed to be aroused by that or laughing my ass off? Because I’m still laughing. Which is too bad because the one redeeming quality of this book was Cochise (aside from his nickname.) He was the only character that straddled the line between two dimensional and fully developed character. He wasn’t all the way there, but he came closer than any of the others. He had his own voice and hinted that Hobbs might be a better writer than this book suggests.
But I knew I was in trouble on the first page with
“She could eye spy a knockoff with just a glance”
She could “eye spy”? Really? That’s something a person might say, that doesn’t belong in the narration. There is an old adage for writing called “show, don’t tell.” There is a lot of tell in this book, and not nearly enough show. Would I try another book by her? Probably. There were glimmers of things in this one that gave me hope. But, I’ll definitely be checking out from the library instead of forking over my own recession dollars.