Heat of the Night
Okay, mix an unusually heavy dose of info-dumping with some not very sexy sex and you have a book that’s easy to skip – and difficult to review. Why? Because this book is dull. And dull books often make for dull reviews.
The off-the-charts level of info-dumpery here is especially puzzling since this is only the second in the author’s new erotic paranormal series. Yes, boys and girls, what we have here is yet another author jumping onto the paranormal bandwagon. And, let’s face it, that’s a wagon with one bad band.
So Stacey – who is actually described as “feisty” on the back copy of the publisher’s ARC – works for the vet who appeared as the heroine of the first book in this series. Since the vet got her very own hunky “dream guardian” in the first book, wouldn’t you know that yet another hunky version shows up at Stacey’s door?
Really, this is all too, too, too, too (make that too, too, too, too, too) complicated but it has something to do with the dream guardians destroying all the nightmares and there’s some threat to humanity and the hunky dream guardian of this book needs to find a medium in Southern California to help stop the doom and, would you believe that single mom Stacey just might be it?
To be honest, I didn’t – and still don’t – give a rat’s ass.
Somewhere, somehow the madness has to stop. Sylvia Day has written some decent historical novels, and her short story in an anthology I reviewed earlier this year earned an A-. But to say that the freakin’ paranormal subgenre isn’t her forte is putting it mildly. This book is dull. This book is clumsy. This book is definitely not worth $13.95