Soul-Mate makes no secret of its intentions. From the first paragraph, it is very, very clear this is a true mates/insta-lust book, and it has all the inherent issues of these stories. But, like a moth to flame, my human couldn’t help but be sucked in.
This is a late-night read for my human; it’s one of those books that makes no real effort to disguise the true soul mates element of the story. In a way, I find the instant recognition takes away from the pre-mating rituals my human insists on calling dating.
Now, I realize this makes it sound like we weren’t all that fond of the book. Beyond a little over-enthusiasm in the telling department, it’s not a bad tale. It’s just the kind of book my human prefers to read while she’s attempting to become a mermaid through the excessive use of her kindle oasis in the bathtub.
Newsflash, people. My human ain’t no mermaid. She emerged from the tub rather shriveled, though.
Soul-Mate is ideal for those who want to mix unplugging with some paranormal romance we didn’t find breaks the mold and a fun story about dirty little (and big) secrets with enemies out for blood.
Slumber was such a fun book. My human really liked it.
It’s like this disaster dystopian with drugs and magic that has put much of the world to sleep, but then cool things happens, but I can’t say what, because that’d spoil the book for you humans, and that’d be bad.
It’s like what would happen if Sleeping Beauty had a blind date with the Stand, except it’s not as rotty and full of death plague. It’s more… sleepy.
I’m giving this two paws, a purr, and a tail swish, as it has such an interesting tone and melds a lot of elements seamlessly. The writing had some quirks, but those were easy enough to ignore, as the story was quite entertaining.
As a side note, my human has a hardcore crush on the covers of this setting. The picture frames give it that wonderful fairytale feel, except with a not-so-subtle touch of delightful malevolence.
My human thought she could appease me with her offering of my very own website.
She was wrong.
Well, not really. My human is just a little bit cursed, and when she switched hosting to a virtual server so I could have my very own website palace, her website was unfortunately hosed. By hosed, I mean, someone got a fire hydrant, pointed it at her domain, and let rip.
It’s gone and screwed the pooch and got rabies for its troubles.
So, I’m not all that sad to announce that my human’s domain, RJBlain.com, now redirects to my website. I was generous and put the redirect to point at her novels. Gotta let her earn the moolah to feed me! (Seriously. If you enjoy my letters and reviews, toss a few pennies in my human’s jar. Buy some of those books she slaves on. I’ve been promised that I receive a percentage of all sales in the form of food and delicious treats.)
My human has lost quite a bit of content from her old site, although she was able to salvage the contestant list for her set of Hearth, Home, and Havoc novellas. She will be picking prizes for those people this week and contacting the winners. She’s very sorry.
(If she had gotten me my own website from the start, there wouldn’t have been any problems in the first place. I’m certain of this!)
In the meantime, here is what you can expect.
First, my human will be rewriting some of her more popular articles, including an updated version of how to hold a pen or pencil without inflicting pain and suffering on yourself. We find this is important.
Second, my human will be creating several pages dedicated to the writing process, how she creates a story bible, and methods of outlining novels. These were really popular on her old domain.
Third, I won’t let her procrastinate much. Promise. I’m going to give her today off to write on the Captive King (Susan Copperfield, second Royal States novel) so she doesn’t cry much over her bad luck.
I get hissy when my human cries (from frustration) over tech that simply refuses to work.
Until next time, folks!
Witch’s Potion was a weird read for my human. She mostly liked it, but she really wished she’d reserved this one for end of day reading rather than start of day reading.
In the morning, my human likes challenging books. In the evening, she wants someone to hold her hand, tell her everything will be okay, and do the work for her. This book would make a good evening reading book for her.
So, your mileage will vary on this one. It’s a novella, it’s light reading, and it’s a bit weird–a little fun, but weird. Overall, I’m giving this one a half purr and a pair of happy kneady paws, no claws, but a little hiss over the telly bits. But that’s because my human read it to me in the morning.
My human is going to read this one again to me when it’s late at night and we’re tired.
When my human got a hold of Beastly Bride, boy, was she excited. It looked like everything she ever wanted in a twisted fairy tale. Boy, this book needs a warning label.
Oh, wait. This book has a warning label, right in the description. Please allow me to show you: “Too bad Freida’s a spoiled, selfish sociopath who won’t kiss an ugly old frog. She has her twisted heart set on the prince’s younger and more attractive brother.”
There is truth in advertising, and this book delivers in so many different ways. Freida is the most spoiled, most selfish, god-awful sociopath my human has read in a long time.
If this is your cup of tea, this book is for you, but if you want a heroine you want to cheer for… this book is not for you.
It gets worse before it gets better, and this book is totally named appropriately. The bride is the beast, and she’s not the fluffy kind you want curled around your feet in front of a cheery fire.
It should thus come as no surprise I liked Freida while my human was in a state of shock through most of the book, because the description truly delivers.
Freida’s petty. Freida’s selfish. Freida’s the Queen Mean Girl, and I don’t mean in an endearing way.
Fans of dark fairy tales are going to love this book. It’s twisted, it’s dark, and if you’re looking for happy endings, this ain’t a Disney movie, y’all.
Consider yourselves warned. Or eagerly escorted to the buy button, if that sort of character is your sort of thing.
I have no idea what we just read, but my sister’s fur turned up on end, she ran under the bed, and she refused to come out for the rest of the night.
My mommy seemed equally disturbed, and I heard her say a few very bad words. Bad, Mommy!
As I’m now the only responsible living being contributing to this newsletter, it’s my duty to report about this book.
My wussy sister and pansy mother seem to have difficulties accepting instant hate to instant love story arcs presented on a silver platter of automatic happiness, served with a side dish of models and police officers with very odd views regarding police procedures.
I thought the story was just fine, thank you, especially after a hard day. It’s not rocket science, which is a good thing when tired. You’re not going to find groundbreaking creativity.
You’re going to find one hell of a weird relationship and some even weirder human and non-human mating rituals. Some of the mating rituals presented in the book toe some lies. If you dislike Alphaholes who… are possibly a bit (maybe a lot) creepy, this one probably isn’t for you, but if you’re looking for a zippy fast read, some weirdness, and an insta-hate turns insta-love sort of happily ever after, you might like this story.
My human was on a third-person kick when she read Moonburner to me. In this traditional fantasy, I’ve learned that human mating rituals often involve two very, very different people will want to mate with each other no matter the costs, and because the costs are rather high in this fun-filled adventure, this is more of a pre-mating ritual book rather than a knock-stuff-off-shelves bed buster.
For which I’m very grateful.
My human prefers when her fantasy books don’t break even imaginary furniture.
We rather enjoyed this story, and give it three paws up and a purr!
Go ahead, rub the belly. I dare you.
This story gets a purr from me because it’s ridiculously fun, although I poofed my tail a bit at the ridiculousness, too. If you’re looking for an amusing detour from the real world for a while and want a short, quick romp through non-human pre-mating rituals, this one’s for you.
My human informs me human pre-mating rituals has a name: dating.
I’m sticking with my way. It’s better.
This one’s a bit silly in a fun way, so go in wanting a little bit of ridiculousness and a drool-worthy male lead.
Really, human. Did you have to drool on the glowy rectangle? Even I understand those things are expensive. If you’re going to drool, at least drool on the box your magic typing box sits on. That won’t get broken.
My human would trip over her own feet and break her neck if I wasn’t around to keep her in line.
It has been a long time since my human has read a third-person story to me. The Shadow and the Sun is a little bit of romance, a lot of fantasy, a lot of Fantasy Names with Big Letters, and complexity blended with action, excitement, bloodshed, some more bloodshed, and even more bloodshed.
I enjoy Fantasy Names with Big Letters. I like exploring new worlds with my human. It’s fun.
This story gets my paw print of approval and a purr. We really liked the female human, the male human, and their collection of quirks that make them real people on the page.
The book wasn’t bad, but my human isn’t much into menage trois, and this set of stories did a very good job of reminding her why. This set doesn’t disguise its nature much, either.
If you’re reading this, you’re probably here for the smut. (And there’s nothing wrong with that…) But, if you’re like my human, you may be looking for a bit more substance to the smut, and this set just didn’t deliver for us.
It could be because it’s just a tired, worn sub-genre right now. There are so many ‘dating agency’ style mating ritual stories that most just don’t make the cut anymore.
This book now lives on smut mountain, but in the section my human avoids. That place is a little too scary for her.
The quest for good human (and not-quite-human) mating ritual stories continues.