*I received a free ecopy of this book via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.*
I wanted to like this book, and I really thought I would. It’s a retelling of, or at least inspired by, Rumplestiltskin, something I’ve never come across before. And I love retellings, especially unique ones!
But this book was not for me.
One big issue I had was that the writing style did a lot of telling instead of showing and was kind of a breaking of the fourth wall. It felt like I was sitting and having a conversation with someone. Here, I can show you some examples…
But that wasn’t why I was attracted to Declan. If I’d been just another gold digger, he would have sucked away my life’s essence after he hunted me down.
Had I forgotten to mention that I’d pickpocketed him the first time we met? Yeah…I left home. I couldn’t stand to live with Emilie another minute longer.
If anything, I was overcome by a thousand different feelings at once. Some were complex. Like survivor’s guilt for living through an impossible night. Self-loathing for enjoying the consumption of another person’s life. Gratitude for Declan’s unconditional love. Accountability for asking him to trade his freedom to stay with me.
I understand that some people may like that, but I’m not one of those people. And because the pages were filled with these conversational inner monologues, it felt to me like very little actually happened.
I also spent a lot of time just being confused. One character would do something, then another character would say something, then the first would respond… but I couldn’t figure out how any of the things were actually related or how we got from point A to point B. And the characters thoughts and emotions and dialogue would constantly jump from one extreme to another which just further confused me because, again, I didn’t understand how the characters were making these transitions, what the connections were, especially so suddenly.
A good editor would also have been helpful. There weren’t just typos, there were completely incorrect words being used, like “precariously” instead of “vicariously.” Normally I’m not a huge stickler for typos, but these were distracting to me.
One last thing, this might be nitpicky, but if an immortal creature were trying to keep the fact that he’s an immortal creature secret, he wouldn’t make himself famous. I have it on good authority (i.e. paranormal creatures in other books I’ve read) that this is a big no-no. He was worried about people suspecting something if his injuries healed too fast, but what are they going to think 50 years from now when he looks exactly the same? Or 200 years from now when they find an old photo or video of him and he’s still alive?
So overall, as I said, this really just didn’t work for me.
Our love is imperfect in the most perfect way. It is love done our way. Raw. Unconventional. Sexy as hell. More importantly, it is honest to the core…Or so I think.
One little, white lie shouldn’t do so much damage. Yet, it changes me forever.
The worst part is that Declan whispers that sweet nothing out of protection. My safety is in the forefront of his mind, especially since there are others who’d hurt me simply to get to him. I never consider that he will be the one to cut me so deeply. But it all starts with that first prick—the night he saves my life.
Book Author: Sarah J. Pepper
Publisher: Self Published
Series: Once Wicked
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Retelling, Rumplestiltskin Retelling
My Book Rating: 1
Series/Standalone: Part of a Series
Setting Location: Nevada, USA