I don’t know how but somehow Roan Parrish manages to write a bittersweet love story with just the right amount of heaviness to show how Huey struggles with his addiction and the aftermath without said heaviness closing its fist around your throat.
And as far as I’ve gathered most readers enjoyed Dancing With Daddy very much, so I’m kinda the sore thump here but it’s not like this is the first time – won’t be the last either – and I stand by my opinion.
Just thinking about him and how he handles his aversion to touch makes me wanna abandon this review and reread the book instead.
I really don’t know how I am supposed to write a coherent review of Vindicta when I’m still flailing, fangirling, and squealing over it three months after having it read.
I dreaded writing this review because I can’t say anything nice about it.
I’ve got a love-hate-relationship with this one, because I like the MC but this book really has some issues that I’m not okay with.
And I really love Jess’ POV because her emotions are just a mess. Years ago she grieved her husband, but got up and made a life for herself.
Because seriously… This huge-rough-on-the-outside-but-so-very-gentle-on-the-inside-red-teddy-bear has taken my reader’s heart within a few sentences.
I was so very excited, because Ice Hockey, fake relationship turning real, and a female pairing – I mean, what’s not to love? Apparently a lot.
But there are enough in Eight Kinky Nights and for that I am thankful. Definitely sad too because having to be thankful that you or parts of yourself are being represented in a good and healthy way is not okay.
