A reader who’ll try anything once, including bad books in search of good ones. Eclectic as her tastes are, she tends to gravitate to historical romances, realistic contemporaries, and some fantasy novels.
Rameau's note: We received review copies of Brianna's Bewitching and The Binding of Adara from the author for our Portable pieces of thoughts-blog. I chose the novella because I like them.
"I cast a reality-shifting spell last night to me. If it messes up a current relationship, I apologize. I fear I might have caused another guy's death too. But if we get it on, it will have been worth it, right?"
No, it's not.
Jack Ross is a cop watching the protesters when he sees a twenty-year-old buxom woman, Brianna Marston, taking off her shirt. He decides to intervene and is assaulted by braless breasts. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the novella's meet cute. It is followed by an assault, kidnapping, and some really bad sex, not necessarily in that order.
Switching between Jack's and Brianna's point of views, the author tries to round all the corners on a well trodden path to Tropeville. In doing so, she manages to alienate me completely while stripping the wonderful set up from it's magic. Yes, magic. While Jack keeps referring to Brianna's witchiness, she is, in fact, a witch and to blame for all this.
Brianna casts a spell, which has unintended consequences like killing her wonderful boyfriend. You read that right. She casts a spell to have sex with a man, who cuffed her, carried her like a sack of potatoes, threw her in the back of a police cruiser, kidnapped her, and physically assaulted her brother. Not to mention of after seeing the fear in her eyes while she's cuffed and lying at the back of that police car, he continues to touch her. Did I mention he sent his partner away and they were alone for this?
What makes it even worse, if that's possible, is that Brianna has long internal monologues about how controlling and abusive her warlock father is. She thinks about how she wants to stand on her own feet and fight for equality for all women (white only is implied), yet she's frigid without the touch of a controlling abusive cop who only wants a meek housewife to tend to his needs.
Reading the prolonged sex scene was like filling out a bingo card of awful smut many times over. There were creamy lubrication in her channel, his cock too big to fit her virgin sacred chamber, and cunnilingus with a recently broken nose. Also, she referred to taking in his big penis as "giving birth in reverse".
The sad thing is, this novella is set in the 1970s and makes several mentions of women's right marches. I even had the briefest moment of hope that the hero of this book wouldn't be a misogynistic alphahole, but a lovely ally to all those working to achieve equality. For a a short while I could see a wonderful new trend taking over the romance genre. I'll just have to hope someone else makes it happen.