My rating: 1 of 5 stars
“Little red riding hood fell for the wolf.”
DNF at 44%
There are so many levels of no that this book made me feel. I could not possibly even begin to put this review into any systematic sense; so endure this one with me…
I feel like stating that if I had to give a star to anything – anything at all, it would be how the two main characters met and the first maybe 3 (more like 2) chapters panned out.
Constantine and Dulcie are… an enigma
Probably not in the sense you’re thinking, folks. I’m talking if Ted Bundy gave a TED (ever so welcome for the pun) talk – these two would be the only two fucking psychopaths sitting front and center wearing “Make America Dead Again” hats.
“She thought maybe she didn’t need oxygen anymore. He could just breathe for her.”
There are multiple trigger warnings given by the author, and it would be wise to read them before you read this book. Con Masters and Dulcie Travers meet unexpectedly, but both of them have noticed each other before. It seems he is one of the only people that actually does notice her. Both of them fester a creature of darkness inside them that sparks and lights on fire when they are together.
Do they know this is harmful? Yes.
What do they do? Kill people.
There a couple things I found that I hated besides the gore and the toxicity. Not that those weren’t overkill because they are – even for my tastes. I enjoy dark romance because the author is explicitly stating that the novel that the reader is about to venture in is going to be something you must go in clear- minded and not looking to judge on the thinking processes of (most times than not) fucking sociopaths.
The Bad Ones was something else entirely. There’s this shade called vantablack:
“Vantablack is the trademarked name for a chemical substance made of vertically aligned carbon nanotube arrays and is the darkest artificial substance known, absorbing up to 99.965% of radiation in the visible spectrum”
If ever there were to come a shit show that could uphold that kinda shade of fucked up – let me tell you about The Bad Ones…
“She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him.”
The Bad and The Ugly (It Was A Buy 1 Get 1 Free Kinda Thing)
Now don’t get me wrong if this is you’re kinda jam, then jam it out. Unfortunately, it was not mine. So to make everyone’s life easier; I’m going to list some things that made me want to chug a Gordon’s straight from the bottle.
– Dulcie the Doormat. God this one was so bad.If anything this aspect of the book took away at least 3 stars. It felt like the author was making up for how weak and constantly chasing she was with Con, by making her seem strong in other places. But all it ended up doing was having a flat and poorly executed character. Everytime Con left and came back 234o2912379 years later. There she was standing with a home-baked pot roast, and a massive “Welcome Home” smile on her face as if I didn’t just read infinite number of chapters of her bitching about Con leaving her.
– The whiplash that I got from these characters nearly, just nearly made me rip my hair off. One minute they were yelling and the next they were dirty talking each other after nothing got resolved. It was like poorly written fan fiction that needs to give readers some angst and “ooh he’s so mysterious” and “damn, i want to be her right now”…. Shut the fuck up. Honestly, shut the fuck up. (Was that petty? That was probably petty – especially because I can totally imagine a 13 year old me hiding and reading smut and thinking those exact things…)
– It felt like the author was trying to one up herself each time with shock value. In a sense, their was too much of trying to make it as dark as possible, and that took away from any sort of storyline, plot or character development. I felt zero reliability with anything that happened, and everything – including the sex scenes were drier than the Sahara.
– The time jumps pissed me the fuck off. Time Jumps piss me off anyway if they have no significant meaning to the plot at hand. But this book had neither a plot, nor any sense to it – so it ended up making me want to scream.
“Dulcie,” he whispered, and for a moment, she wondered who he was talking to. Dulcie? Dulcie who? No Dulcie here. She’s buried in a ditch by an abandoned train station.”
Yeah me too, after reading this killer. 😉