Her “I bark on command” sensibility is just one of many traits that simply don’t fit the parameters of the character that was attempting to be portrayed. Vic is no more convincing as a special/covert/spy operative than Vin Diesel pretending to be a woman. The sad thing is that this book was just a mishmash of ideas, poorly fleshed out ideas. I tell myself that I am not going to be super nitpicky. And the special ops/covert ops/spy thing is all meshed together as if they are one position. If truly was an independent operative, she would have been taught to think on her own and not respond to just any commands else she would be nothing but a automaton. But she was a special operative, working by herself mainly (which, again, seems odd but the only contact she has in the book with other military people is Wells, the spymaster). (This, I suppose, is a signal of her future sexual submissive status). For instance, she defines herself as a soldier immediately responding to commanding voices.
The young teen is a shapeshifter and he extracts a promise from Vic that she will search out his grandfather if they ever escape. Vic has been captured, though, and is being held with an old woman and a young male teen.
At this point, after the first paragraph, I am thinking, hell yeah. The heroine, Victoria Morgan, was a 20* year covert operative who was being told by her boss that he no longer had use for a disabled veteran. It’s hard for me to even give a plot summary of the story because it was just everywhere, with dangling plots galore. The pacing of the book was slow, slow, and more slow. Part of the problem had to do with how much this book meandered from idea to idea with no clear outcome. What happened was that reading the book was slowly killing me with boredom wherein I almost had to force myself to tap the next button to finish the book.
When Hour of the Lion showed up and it was a paranormal, I thought it was the perfect way to plunge into your work. While club scenes may have been intriguing to me at one time, they’ve lost their freshness and now I’m reluctant to read past those scenes (and one series by you is centered around a club itself). But every time I have started one of your books there seems to be a club scene, as if BDSM practitioners are also, by definition, exhibitionists. Even Angela James, whose recommendations I trust almost implicitly is a big fan. I’ve many a friend who swear by your erotic romance. Jane D Reviews Paranormal / romantic-suspense 11 Comments JREVIEW: Hour of the Lion by Cherise Sinclair
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