Author: Lora Leigh
Read copy: Paperback
Published: May 1, 2004
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
They are a new breed, a new race. Engineered rather than born, trained rather than raised, and their unique genetics have created more than one surprise...
Jacob left Faith six years before, unaware that the mark he left on her also left her in an agony of sexual heat that never dimmed. Now Jacob and Faith are together again, but surprises lurk around every corner and dangers as dark and deadly as their very creation surround them in more ways than one.
Six years ago, the Lab technicians went so far as to pump Faith full of aphrodisiac and offered her to Jacob on a silver platter. Since she was his destined mate, he couldn't help himself, but the explosion rocking the labs put a stop to the more or less amorous intentions, and Jacob disappeared.
Jacob's lived with self-disgust ever since, certain he's hurt her, convinced Faith now feared him. He returned briefly six months ago to help Wolfe in getting his mate and promptly disappeared again...He didn't count on the fact Wolfe would go so far as to send Faith after him just to be rid of her horny, hormonal outbursts.
Now Jacob has to face his own fears and demons, Faith's anger toward what she still sees as betrayal of the worst sort, and a common enemy that emerged to find them and destroy them forever.
Yawn. There's nothing more to say. This could've been one heck of a book, the back story alone was great source of conflict, but the author unfortunately failed to exploit all the little nuances the conflict between the two characters and the characters themselves provided.
The plot was nonexistent, the action wasn't gripping, the initial conflict disappeared in a puff of smoke, the sex scenes were repetitive and boring, and the characters bland at best. Although Jacob still had his bright moments, Faith was an immature, childish, self-centered schizophrenic with a caffeine and BOB addiction. She was the perfect example of a rape wanting to happen. She was so demented in fact, I kept hoping someone would put her out of her misery with a well-aimed bullet to her thick skull.
Trust me, when I root for the heroine to be killed, that's a bad sign for the book.
So I found myself merely skimming the pages, hoping for a miracle that wouldn't come. Thank God it wasn't overly long, I don't think my brain cells could've made it another ten pages, I could hear them groan with the torture.
The only thing that I liked about it was the required happy ending and the kick-ass cliffy in the epilogue. I hope Aiden's Charity lives up to the promise.
A horrendous excuse for a book that I wouldn't recommend to anyone without extensive stack of pain-medication.