If a book boredom could kill, you’d be celebrating my funeral right now. Oh, yes. Celebrating is the word. I don’t like the way Singh writes romance. This fascination with the über-alpha male is tiresome and not at all exciting, mostly because it comes with heroines who must submit before they can start hammering some sense into the thickheaded muscle men. Having said that, Clay wasn’t as bad as the three that came before him. He actually asks Talin if he can embrace her the first time. Then it quickly dissolves into assumed skin-privileges, dubcon territory, and “magical cock cures all” the elaborate edition. Still, I love the world-building (other than the fascination with the onetime mating with a borderline abusive jerk) and keep reading because of the long plot. As bored as I was, I woke up during the Psy-Net activity scenes. What can I say. I’m hoping the evil will triumph.