
Every chapter I was kind of hoping to have the male perspective and found myself increasingly disappointed when it was another Lila chapter. She's a bit of a nasal, arrogant whiny character. The way she was narrated also didn't endear me to Lila. I found I loved seeing the heroine through their eyes but didn't care much for the female point of view. Narration was very good, especially by the male narrator, he captured the different personalities of the characters amazingly. I half expected Oprah to come out of the closet going, “YOU get a knot! And YOU get a knot. There was no passion or connection at all. Not sure if the author was just trying to wrap things up or what, but suddenly all the steam from before turned into connecting the dots. BUT THEN, the final scene - the one we’ve all been waiting for - which involves the actual act, falls short. I’ve never read sex scenes this well-developed, with all the passion and tension this way. In almost every steamy scene, there was plenty of hot sauce and absolutely no actual sex. EXCEPT: so, the steamy scenes were so well placed, with really amazing tension. The sentences were either broken into 3 three clauses, for instance: “If I ask, if I whine, if I so much as make eye contact, I know that’s the end.” OR, the author liberally applied salty analogies in lieu of offering more detail: “Finn clutches me like his dragon treasure.” This was only a minor annoyance, thanks to the stellar narrators who helped smooth it out. Although a really well put together story, the sentence structures were basically the same throughout. Or Jacob Morgan, or whatever name he’s going by today. I think Troy Duran may be my new replacement for Christian Black.



Both narrators work together like a well-oiled, tale-swirling. The feel of this story reminds me of the “Finding My Pack” series, which is in my top 3 must listens, and I wonder if it’s the same author under a different name. But I was immediately surprised and sucked in by Lola Rock’s passion for spinning a great tale. Initially, this “felt” like the usual “poor pretty skinny all-American beauty being chased by brute, possessive men“ trope.
