(Enemies to Lovers #3)
by C.P. Mandara
The man is about as much use as the ‘g’ in lasagne.
Harper, Brandt, Gabriel et al definitely saved their best until last!
C.P. Mandara never ceases to amaze me with the unexpected and eccentrically offbeat way her stories evolve. That’s “eccentrically offbeat” in a very mesmerising, amusing and bloody brilliant manner, just in case you wondered. It’s a cliche but it’s also true that I couldn’t put this book down. No I’d not had an accident with superglue, it was the fast paced and exciting plot, the mind-bending twists and the even more amazing characters that had me hooked.
This was the book where I fell in love with Gabriel, and where he found that gooey, soft centre that we all knew he possessed. He’s still a sadistic alpha-hole but one that you worryingly find quite attractive and appealing. Especially once you compare him to the unhinged malevolence that is Mal. These two are cut from the same cloth, but it’s the tailoring of the outfit crafted from that fabric that makes all the difference.
Is it me, or are we going around in circles? Why won’t Mal take no for an answer? I seem to be a homing beacon for psychopaths.
His question hangs in the air between us like an STD, because Mal’s sure he’s got it, and I sue as hell don’t want to touch it. I don’t have the energy to lie to him any more , either. Still, I guess I can give him a weak smile. Sell the lie, Harper. Sell it good.
How I can be reading scenes of torture and terror and laugh at the sarcasm and irreverent humour is testament to the superior writing of this author. That or I’m just a twisted saddo, but I prefer to believe it’s the first option. The lies, the secrets, the hope offered, the nightmare promised, the pain, the joy, the horror and love, the bluffs, the double bluffs are piled one atop the other until your head is spinning in the best possible way.
Whilst there is foreshadowing, it is very lightly done, so there is no guessing as to just what exactly will transpire next. However all the shock reveals and gob-smacking twists worked . I’ve read plenty of stories where the big twist was obvious from chapter 2, and others where the twist required a sudden influx of never previously mentioned characters or facts to work. It’s rare for me to genuinely feel surprised by a twist and yet know that all the hints were there just waiting to be woven together. C.P. Mandara has that ability in spades.
This ending gave me everything I wanted, including the requisite HEA, a scorching hot sex scene (I’m still wondering just how big that butt plug was) and an epilogue to go to heaven on. I adored this trilogy and highly recommend it to all those who love a good dark romantic suspense with a generous dollop of kinkiness in it. In fact I already want to re-read the whole thing because I was in such a rush to read it all I’m bound to find even more amazingness to absorb from within it’s pages.
Genre- Erotic Romantic Suspense
Brandt and Gabriel have me tied down on the bed. While Mal points a gun at them, they’re going to mess with me a little. Gabriel looks almost gleeful at the prospect, Brandt not so much. It’s too bad. He might as well get his kicks where he can.
After Mal’s finished with them, hopefully he’ll find something unpleasant for them to do. He always needs a patsy to murder someone or other. My fingers are crossed that the pair can find an opportunity to run and get out of this mess. That’s what I’d do if I had the chance.
Unfortunately for me, my last few days are to be spent at Mal’s warehouse. The Airfix King is about to take his superglue addiction out on me, before he chops me up into little pieces and leaves me for dead.
This is probably not the time to wish I’d killed myself earlier, right?