And I hate how those moments (they're many btw) feel so incredibly choreographed, because it's only so Dex can show up and get in the guy's face and save the day. She cannot leave her home without guys assaulting her left, right and center. Iris, like many main female characters, have beer flavored nipples. She's not allowed to make her own goddamn decisions about anything. He gets to have casual sex with whoever but she's not even allowed to talk to guys? She's a fragile flower that can't go to the store without an escort and can't under any circumstances live alone. I just kept waiting for Iris to snap and tell him to fuck off. And since he is a guy the same rules does not apply to him. Womens worth is somehow wrapped up in how many sexual partners they've had.Īnd Dex, obviously he is a moody, possessive horndog. That as soon as they have sex they're tainted and damaged goods or something. Why? Why is it so important for the girl to always be a fucking virgin? I don't know why it's pissing me off except that it sends the wrong message to girls. Iris is the shy, insecure victim who, in her almost 25 years of life, have never had sex. Well since I'm not masochistic it was a downright disgusting and painful read, but I really wanted to rate it so I barreled through.

If you hate women you will absolutely love this book. Wish I could say the same about this book

Then he laid the atomic bomb on my very existence. The angry frown that curled over his mouth was the predecessor for those hazel eyes flicking back and forth between me and Dex.Īnd let's not forget H's uber romantic declaration that had me swoon: There were some other, awkward turns of phrases that were difficult to decipher: I loved the St Patty's Day analogy too.ĭex was like a man possessed, ripping an orgasm straight out of a pot of gold from me. My entire body exploded with electricity and fireworks that couldn’t be described, blood pounded through my ears and I went deaf. Feel that magical explosion of fireworks and rainbows in my toes.įireworks zipped up my spine for so long I thought I’d melt into him, or at least melt around his girth. The 'love scenes' were simmering with so many beefy and meaty shafts, as well as mushroom and bulbous heads, that I wasn't sure if the characters were making love or cooking Beef Stroganoff.

Under Locke by Mariana Zapata