Chernobyl in book form

WARNING: This review may trigger some reactions for people who have been violated intimately.

Katie71483 here. I’m writing solo for this one. You all know that I hate read KA the way others hate watch bad television. It’s like a train wreck – you know it’s going to be awful, but you can’t look away either. Most recently I’ve been working my way through her Rock Chick series which has EIGHT!!! installments. Rock Chick Regret is book seven, and easily the most problematic in an increasingly distressing series.

Regret features Sadie Townsend (a.k.a. the Ice Princess), the only daughter of a drug lord, and Hector Chavez, the undercover DEA agent who infiltrated her father’s organiztion. While they are definitely attracted to each other during Hector’s investigation, this is not that story. This story happens after Sadie’s father has been tried and sent to prison. Hector has been waiting for Sadie to come to him. Sadie doesn’t know this, and having had so few relationships doesn’t understand Hector’s expectations.

Sadie approaches Hector’s new boss, Lee Nightingale, about needing protection after some of her father’s enemies make their unpleasant intentions toward her known. Lee owns the leading security firm in Denver, but declines to take Sadie as a client because Hector has made his intentions toward Sadie clear and feels like he can protect her himself. Since Sadie knows none of this, she feels alone and scared and at her wits end.

She goes home to her condo and is raped and beaten. That’s right, RAPED AND BEATEN, because an arrogant alpha asshole was too busy making assumptions to find out what was really happening. If he had communicated his feelings and or intentions to Sadie, all of this could have been avoided.

Believe it or not, the most disturbing part is yet to come: he basically gives her a month to recover then more or less tells her he’s going to fuck her better. Fuck her better. A rape victim. Because he knows her better than she knows herself.

Hector also keeps telling her that he’s going to get his Sadie back. Um, sorry, dude. We are the sum of our experiences. You can’t go back like that. We can heal emotionally, but experiences always leave a mark of some kind, for better or worse. The Sadie standing right in front of you is your Sadie, but different. We all grow and change, for fuck’s sake.

I know you’re looking for something light and amusing, but this book does not deserve that treatment in a review. I’m also not going to spend any more time writing about a nuclear disaster site of a book. (Dumpster fire seemed like too mild of a discriptor.)

AVOID LIKE THE PLAGUE.