I’m like a snowball rolling downhill.
That’s the first thing that pops into my mind when I try to explain my life. I don’t know exactly ‘what’ I am, but I do know who I am.
At least…I did.
Sometimes life sends things your way that upend everything you thought you knew, and then slings you in another direction without any sort of harness or warning.
Sometimes it drops someone like me off in the path of four wildly different monsters, who all used to be best friends, but now sort of hate each other and compete over absolutely everything, including…me.
Life would be easier if I wasn’t already attached to those four monsters, but they occasionally let their guard down around me, and I get a glimpse of what has to stay hidden under all those snowball layers, since they already rolled downhill a long time ago.
I’m tired of losing people I care about. I’m tired of searching aimlessly for answers. I’m tired of not having the right questions to ask.
I’m really tired of feeling like my vagina is cursed, but that’s obviously lower on the list of priorities. But in my vagina’s defense, it may not do tricks, but I keep it pretty. It shouldn’t keep scaring men/monsters off so easily, and it’s honestly starting to make me feel a little insecure.
Anyway, I’m finally closer than ever to having all the answers. So long as no new secrets emerge.
**Reverse Harem Romance
Just as readers get reunited with Violet and her pretty monsters, she is going off to hunt rogue wolves. Well actually she’s being dragged on this hunting trip with Vance and Emit. While the men goes off to handle the killing, they leave Violet behind so she can stay clear of any danger.
That hot tub out there in that cold air would feel so good… But I’m supposed to stay inside and chew my nails off, worrying what happens to them…..
What are the odds these wolves would just end up here if I go out in the tub?” I ask myself. I decide very low….
This question shouldn’t even be debated by the strange Portocale gypsy, especially not when her scent is so strong and alluring that the local monsters use it to find her. Once bitten, twice killed doesn’t exactly make Violet the most clever gypsy in town!! But here’s the thing, Violet is not dumb, not really!! But she is a Simpleton. No I’m not being mean, she’s part of the Neopry Simpleton blood line, and according to how the monsters described them they are… well… simple. That actually made me love Violet even more.
Gypsy Origins is, if possible, an even bigger mess than the previous two books in the series, but it’s still incredibly addictive and enjoyable. Maybe I have some Van Helsing blood in me because I swear I’m just as obsessed with finding the answers, as those hunters are with finding their prey. Every time I think I have it all figured out, Kristin zig when I expect her to zag, then she suddenly, and unapologetic, name-drop another bomb into the mix. I can’t figure out whether I’m just not picking up on the clues, or if I’ve missed something, because at the end I found myself almost chanting: “who the f is Marta” – much like when you’re out clubbing and the DJ plays Smokie’s hit “Living Next Door To Alice” and the crowd sings “who the f is Alice”. Except I was sat alone in my living room and the only reaction I got was my cat, who looked at me like I’d finally lost it! And maybe I have!!
One thing is certain, Kristy choose her pen name wisely when she decided the last name should be Cunning – because she’s nailing it. This book ended on an even worse cliffhanger, which now has me scared. Because I started this series now, because I assumed it was finished. That’s what I get for not doing my research, because “only” five books are out yet, and I don’t actually know if anyone knows how long this series will be. The cliffhangers are increasingly annoying with each book, so I won’t even try to predict how bad the one for book five is. But I’ve gone too far into the madness to be able to stop now!!!
Have you read this book, or any in the series? Let’s chat in the comments!