As far as Lucas Webley's narration, I previously wrote a pretty scathing review for him.can't remember the book, but the brother could not enunciate for anything! He's much improved and does a great job keeping each male character's voice their own. You probably won't notice without headphones. Sort of like when a dog's nails click on a hardwood floor? There are also random car horns, like in Ch 23 of Book 2. There's a random clicking noise in the background several times per chapter. :) About the narration, Brooke Daniels did great. Here's how each development went: LFC: "Are you SERIOUS? You f*king destroyed my life. FINALLY, she's going to get a backbone, kick them out, and be done with them." Sadly, it didn't happen. Every time the male characters would do something horrendous, I thought, "Mmm'kay, here we go. I kept expecting the writer's promise about the LFC's strength to come to fruition at some point. And isn't that the true measure of good art? If an artist's work can get you to think about it, discuss it, even argue about it, long after you've finished reading it, then the artist has done his/her job. I had to put the story down many times because I just couldn't anymore with the LFC. Love the story or hate it, I found myself yelling at my kindle and the writer's continual use of the same phrases, same tone, same everything.
So, why then, did I read all 3 books? Three reasons. The writer gives her a very narrow curse words vocabulary, so she hurls the same lame clapbacks at them, then resolves the whole thing by telling them to pull their pants down. The aforementioned men in her life quite literally destroy her world several times over, and continue to lie, demean, and berate her without caution.
Way to go, Tate James! And she relies on her body continually to stop her from having to form a complete thought, or remember that she should probably grab some pride from somewhere and kick various people to the curb. Which tells younger women reading this that (a) you can forget all your problems by just taking your clothes off and hoping the dude has a condom, and (b) if you're not "f'kin' beautiful", you don't deserve deep, obsessive love. Not kidding, absolutely no other redeeming qualities that would qualify it. But she finds herself the object of numerous powerful men's desires LITERALLY only because of what she looks like. She's kind of a narcissistic, horrible person. In actuality, this story is about a woman who's ONLY positive attribute is her "smokin' hotness". That sparks a'flyin' book summary you just read tells you that the lead female character is a strong, independent, take-no-prisoners she-wolf who'll bite your hand if you get too close. You're going to really want to love this story.
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