Holy endless back and forth with this couple. Good lord, life is too short, even for an immortal vampire.
Once upon a time I was gleefully enchanted with this series. It was just so over-the-top unapologetically BANANAS, and lent a real joie de vivre to: Bumfuck NY, leather tuxedos, combat boots, tattoos, servants and the caste system, cringeworthy slang, outdated rap, bourgeois labels, albino villains and baby powder. Ah, those were the days. I loved those damn white boy vamp frat boys, and their homo-erotic tension. And their weird 1960s style Greek goddess-esque Chosen women, all pure virgin vessels designed only to be besmirched by the warriors. I mean, this was some good old-fashioned pulp fiction - compulsively readable, laugh out loud outlandish, and totally hot.
Sadly, for me, the magic is gone. Way too long and boring, and chockablock with exhausting series bait.
I knew I wasn't going to like this one, because I am no fan of awkwardly plotted scenarios where the husband blithely whores around while the wife remains the martyred virgin for years and years (see also The Ugly Duchess by Eloisa James).
Who knew it had a secret weapon in its pocket...eating hazelnuts!?!
Alice, that extra star is for you, the true heroine of this sad romance between a selfish oblivious jerk and the doormat who loved him.