Kat Kennedy's Reviews > Dark Lover

I originally wrote this review in a more innocent time. A time, if you can imagine, when I was a lot less cynical and a lot more likely to give books a break.

So I did the obligatory drool over the Black Dagger Brotherhood men whilst expressing frustration at the multiple POV's (SO MANY!). I complained about the content and nature of Wrath and Beth's relationship but let it slide because, hey it was just some light-hearted fun.

A couple of years ago I was at my mother's house when a large, terrifying spider began its battle charge toward me with murderous intent gleaming in its eyes (witness accounts may vary...)

In case you are unaware, I have a deep and unabidding terror of anything with more than six legs.

The spider racing toward me looked something like this:


Nobody else at the scene of the event picks up details like I do...

Because she loves me (presumably) and to put a stop to my earsplitting girlie shrieks of "Kill it! Kill IIIIIIIIITTT!" (less presumably) my mother whacked it triumphantly with a shoe.

It is at this point that hundreds of small, though equally malevolent spider spawn emerged from the crushed remains of their mother, all equally intent on destroying me one little piece at a time.

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Each one was chanting this in their tiny babyspider voices as they rushed toward me with evil in their heart and malice in their eyes...

I count this as the most traumatic moment of my life. I find it extremely ironic that it was a vacuum cleaner, the bane of my life, that rescued me that night while I jumped on the couch in a fit of apoplectic terror.

And it is with equal terror that I look upon the undead spawn that has filled the market since Dark Lover first emerged into the reading sphere.