My brother, the antichrist, has it so much easier than me.
Hi, I’m Muriel, misbegotten daughter of Satan, and once again my life is in turmoil. The cowled one who tortured me left a curse on my mind, one that makes me afraid. Completely unacceptable, but in order to remove it, I have to do something even worse—betray my beloved by bringing another man into our bed.
As if having to participate in a threesome isn’t traumatizing enough, Hell has frozen over, and as much as I think Hades looks pretty in a blanket of white, the repercussions are severe. It’s a good thing this princess of Hell has two lovers determined to charge my magic in pleasurable ways.
I’ll admit, it’s not easy having nympho magic, but I’m prepared to suck it up—and swallow—for the sake of saving the world.
This 2 star rating hurts me more than Eve Langlais, I’m sure. I’ve noticed that almost everyone loves this book.
I loved the first book in this series and I’m also an Eve Langlais fan.
But this book felt so wrong to me. It…bothered me quite a bit.
As usual I loved Muriel and everything about her. Regarding her men: I felt that her (primary) man was not really even around and the 3rd for their trio felt like a cardboard cut-out.
But that wouldn’t have bothered me too much if not for one thing:
Eve the Author wanted some hot m/f/m action going on.
Muriel the Character wanted to be in a monogamous relationship with the man of her dreams.
Houston, we have a problem.
It was impossible for me to find the story hot when I was completely distracted by Muriel’s trepidation and unhappiness. Muriel did NOT want to bang another man so the whole set up to put her there felt…
…hollow. And harsh. And instead of it feeling sexy I felt…sad. Maybe it shows how skillful a writer Eve Langlais is in that I really felt bad for Muriel. I couldn’t enjoy the sex scenes because I knew the guilt/fear/sadness/grief cycle that Muriel would go through. Later, I couldn’t really believe that Muriel went through such a 180 emotional transformation.
Sometimes I’ve read authors who talk of their characters not working with them. That they had to fight their characters or struggle with them or force them in a direction that they [the author] didn’t really feel that [the character] wanted to go. And I’ve never really understood that before. But I think I’ve ran across it twice this year now. Both with authors I normally enjoy.