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 mean, I was warned. I was warned more than once and I thought I was prepared.
I thought wrong.
Now, Lach is crashing back into Thanatos’s life, dragging him into an adventure that could save the world . . . or kill them both.
When all hell literally breaks loose in Toronto and superstrength ghosts are unleashed on Wes and his friends, he and Hudson are thrown into a case unlike any they’ve seen before.
It started with ‘the fuck am I reading?’ And then it got so much better.
Every once in a while you come across a book that sounds kinda interesting but you don’t know if you should really read it.
Lila Mina manages to not just capture me the way she did with the first book I fear she will never let me go again.
It’s one of those stories you end up really feeling with and cheering for the characters – and not just for them to get their heads out of their asses for fucks sake!
A very raw (in the best sense) erotica and finally one that manages to be dark without being abusive.
Am I embarrassed by my not eloquence? Maybe a little. But those notes really show how I felt while reading.