By Selena Kitt
August 29, 2013
The Eskimos may have over a hundred words for snow, but that doesn’t even come close to how many words the English language has for “slut”—and Lindsey has been called them all. “Hussy” is Lindsey’s personal favorite, given to her by her own grandmother, who likes to pat her on the hand and whisper, “Don’t worry, dear—a hussy is just a woman with the morals of a man.”
But Lindsey’s not ashamed of her reputation. She knows she’s earned it—and she’s proud of it. After all, you only live once, right? In fact, she goes out of her way to make it known to every guy she comes in contact with, she’s available for the taking—the rougher, the better.
That is until Lindsey meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis, a man who refuses to treat her like the trash she believes she really is.
But can Lindsey change her impulsive ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach does?
Warnings: This title contains graphic language and extreme sexual situations as well as a girl with a slutty attitude bigger than Texas covering a haunted past, and a sweet, hot man in uniform dead set on rescuing her from herself.
Note to Readers: This novel was previously released as “Falling Down.”
Interesting premise, but a little lackluster in delivery, and just so many wrong turns, one after another.
For me, the wrong turn happened when this story portrayed an orgy and a female protagonist who obviously didn't want it to happen but allowed it anyway because she thought she had no choice. Sure, the shock value that went with reading the scene was effective in drawing a response from me as a reader (disgust is still a response), but I didn't like it.
As a law student, I read a lot of rape cases, and rape, be it fiction or not, still makes me cringe. After reading about such scenes, I usually feel a strong urge to draw blood from the rapists, or cut off their, well, you know.
The second wrong turn happened when the male lead appeared. He's too perfect, I didn't like him! He's too nice, and too considerate! At one point, I was even expecting him to turn out to be a creep or a serial killer, because nobody should be that perfect, even in fiction! The male protagonist, in my opinion, was a Mary Sue (or a Marty Stu, to be politically correct about it). From then on, I knew that I wouldn't like the story. The only reason I finished reading it is because there were only a few pages left, and I was actually waiting for the story to redeem itself. The redemption never happened.