We start the chapter off with Grace being inattentive during work. For all the good she’s doing, she should have just taken the day off or called in sick the way Julian suggested. Of course, we’re supposed to still believe that Grace is the epitome of professionalism after all this.
DON’T MAKE ME SUE: 15
Then we get a brief exchange that’s supposed to be humorous, but I just can’t find it that funny. I mean you might think that after all this I have no sense of humor, but I really do. I love watching and listening to comedy. I just find that these weak attempts at humor fall flat for me. Since humor is subjective, I’ll just say that I don’t find Kenyon very funny. Now and then she comes up with a line that gets a chuckle out of me, but in this book, not a lot of the jokes landed.
“… so then I said, Dave, look, if you want to borrow my clothes, fine. But leave off my expensive designer dresses ’cause when you look better in them than I do, then I just want to give them to the Salvation Army. So, was I right, Doc?”
Grace looked up from her pad where she was doodling pictures of stick men holding spears.
“What, Rachel?” she asked the patient who sat in the armchair across from her.
Rachel was an elegantly dressed photographer. “Was I right to tell Dave to leave off my clothes? I mean, damn, it’s pretty bad when your boyfriend looks better in your clothes than you do, right?”
Grace nodded. “Absolutely. They’re your clothes and you shouldn’t have to lock them up.”
“See, I knew it! That’s what I told him. But does he listen? No. He can call himself Davida all he wants to, and tell me he’s a woman in a man’s body, but when it comes down to it all, he still listens to me like my ex-husband did. I swear…”
IT IS TO LAUGH: 9
I’m gonna give it three, because the attempts are clearly there, but they just feel really lame to me. And why is this woman coming to a sex therapist, not her husband? There’s nothing unnatural about wanting to dress in drag and it’s more common for totally straight men to do it than people might think. But this is supposed to be a funny, and give us an idea of what Grace’s day to day life is like. If this is what she does, it’s inane and boring.
Also, just a nitpick but why not use Davina instead of Davida? It’s a much more common feminization of the given name David.
“You know, Rachel,” she said, cutting her patient off before Rachel could begin her routine spiel about men and their annoying habits. “Perhaps we should hold on to this until our Monday session with Dave?”
Rachel nodded. “Will do. But remind me on Monday that I need to talk to you about Chico.”
“The Chihuahua that lives next door. I swear that dog is giving me the eye.”
Grace frowned. Surely Rachel wasn’t implying what she thought she was. “The eye?”
“You know. The eye. He may look like a pooch, but that dog has sex on his mind. Every time I walk by, he looks up my skirt. And you don’t want to know what he did to my running shoes. The dog is a pervert.”
“Okay,” Grace said, cutting her off again. She was beginning to suspect there was nothing she could do for Rachel and her obsession that all males in the world were dying to possess her. “We will definitely cover the Chihuahua’s infatuation with you.”
IT IS TO LAUGH: 10
Guh. So now I think this person should be seeing a regular therapist for narcissism, not a sex therapist. Sex therapy commonly deals with ways to improve intimacy between couples, deal with past sexual trauma, help resettle attitudes about sex, or to help the man or woman learn to enjoy sex. What category does this session fall under? Does the lady have past sexual trauma dealing with dogs? It just reads to me like Kenyon hasn’t looked into the profession. This throw-away scene is one of the last times we hear about her job. And this is only chapter five. I know this is a romance and most everything takes a backseat to the relationship of the main leads, but come on.
DID NOT DO THE RESEARCH: 25
A handful of paragraphs is spent on this pointless interaction before we’re pulled back into what passes for the plot. Grace’s assistant informs her that Selena has called approximately twelve times.
“Oh, thank God.” Selena spoke before Grace could say a word. “You have got to get your butt down here and take your boyfriend home. Now!”
“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s your-“
“Oh, you want to know what he is?” Selena asked with a note of hysteria in her voice. “He’s a friggin’ estrogen magnet, that’s what he is. I have women mobbing my stand even as we speak. Sunshine loves it, she’s sold more pottery this morning than she ever has before. I tried to get him home earlier, but I can’t even make a dent in this crowd. I swear, you’d think we had a celebrity out here. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. Now get your butt down here and help me!”
A BOWL OF STU: 16
ILL LOGIC: 7
For having him draw a huge crowd by his very presence, and for comparing him to a celebrity. The “Ill Logic” points comes from Selena’s absurd decision to try to get the main source of business away. If she’s making extra cash doing this, then why not let him keep attracting customers? We’re never told that it’s blocking traffic, that police are involved, or that people are fighting over Julian. So what’s the issue? In my mind it’s like those people who volunteer to wear bikinis to advertise a car wash. If it doesn’t make Julian uncomfortable, what’s the problem?
So by the time Grace gets there, a gaggle of women are tripping over themselves to get a glimpse of Julian. Apparently they’ve been told he’s a romance cover model, and they’re all somehow super-excited about this. What, have they not been staring at enough hunky men on their bookshelves? Do they not have TVs? Because yeah, this happens;
But the most unbelievable of all were the three women who had their arms draped over him while another one took a picture.
“Oh, thank you,” a woman in her mid-thirties purred to Julian as she snatched the camera out of the hands of the woman who had taken their picture.
She cradled the camera to her breast in a way meant to draw Julian’s attention there, but he didn’t seem the least bit interested.
“This is just so wonderful,” she continued to gush. “I can’t wait to get home and show this to my critique group. They’ll never believe I found a real-life romance-novel cover model in the French Quarter.”
Something about the rigid way he stood made Grace suspect that Julian didn’t care for the attention. But to his credit, he wasn’t openly rude.
Still, his smile didn’t reach his eyes and it was nothing like the one he’d given her last night.
“My pleasure,” he said to the women.
The giggles that erupted were deafening. Grace shook her head in disbelief. Women, get some dignity!
Yes. Some dignity would be nice. Unfortunately, we’re not going to be seeing a lot of that around here. Because you know what this is?
A BOWL OF STU: 20
One for each of the women draped over him like he’s a buff mannequin. And we’re not done either. Because you know what else it is?
DON’T MAKE ME SUE: 17
Not overtly sueish to the untrained eye. Unfortunately, my eyes have seen more of this genre than I ever anticipated. This is a case of “the protagonist is so different from other women.” I’ll give you a short list of examples that spring to mind.
Meyer’s book is rife with this, but to be fair, it’s following a long tradition of telling rather than showing that your character is great. Bella Swan was intended to be a genuinely clever, funny, self-deprecating, unselfish, and genuinely interesting person. She isn’t. In Twilight, our indicator that Bella is supposed to be clever is that she took an AP biology class and therefore already knew the answers to the lab. She’s also supposed to be clever because she’s well-read. But the author transposes a lot of messages onto these books that aren’t there, and so does the character. Bella ends up seeming incredibly dull, catty, and is only saved from looking like a total moron 24/7 by the fact that everyone else in the story is worse.
Again, I’m gonna keep harping on Blake as an example of what not to do, because I’m furious that these things get through publishers with minimal editing. No one ever pauses to say “hey, when did the protagonist turn into the villain?”
Because that’s what happens. Somewhere around the middle of the series Anita jumps the shark and becomes everything she claims to hate. And it’s presented as a good thing by the author. Anita was self-sufficient at one point and thought sex was special and should be shared with only people she loved. By the most recent book, that list is stretched so long it beggars belief, just because the author wants her character to have a sexy romp without any of the consequences of you know, writing good character evolution.
Back to the point though. This character is supposed to be a tough-as-nails feminist woman who makes her way in love and life despite the things that hold her back. Instead she’s a mouthy little pissant who doesn’t respect any authority, no matter how justified, gets away with literal murder, is a bald-faced liar and hypocrite, and falls apart if she isn’t shooting or screwing anybody.
I could dump a lot more here (a lot of YA paranormal fiction, mostly. Damn those Twilight knock-offs) but I think everyone gets my point. It’s a suey trait to have your protagonist be the only one with an informed attribute that moves the plot along. As I’ve said before, I sincerely doubt that no one has ever wanted to free Julian. I just can’t believe that in over two millennia the only person he’s encountered with human decency is Grace.
Then again, no one seems to ask the obvious questions. Because I’m about to give Selena another point.
FUCK. YOU.: 4
Because Selena claims to care about Julian and Grace both and hands him off to her to be used anyway. Dick move.
Also, I’m feeling like giving it another sue point. Because that up there? That was totally a sue line. Gosh you hoebags, stop ogling this hot piece of man flesh. That’s my personal privilege!
DON’T MAKE ME SUE: 18
Then again, given Julian’s face, body, and smile, she felt a little giddy every time he looked at her, too.
So who could really blame them for acting like pre-pubescent girls at a shopping-mall rock concert?
All of a sudden Julian looked past his sea of raging hormonal admirers to meet her gaze. Grace arched an amused brow at him.
Instantly, his smile vanished. His eyes focused on her like a hungry predator that had just found its next meal. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, then waded through the women and headed directly toward her.
Grace gulped, noting the instant hostility of the women who frowned en masse in her direction.
But worse was the sudden, raw surge of desire that tore through her, making her heart pound out of control. And with every step he took, it increased tenfold.
“Greetings, agapeemenee,” Julian said, lifting her hand up to place a kiss on the backs of her knuckles.
A heated wave of electricity danced up her spine. And before she could move, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a hot, soul-wrenching kiss.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes and savored the warmth of his mouth, his breath. The feel of his arms holding her close to a rock-hard chest. Her head reeled from it.
Oh, but the man knew how to give a kiss! Julian had a way with his lips that defied explanation.
And his body… Never had she felt anything like those lean, hard muscles flexing around her.
It was only the barely audible “hussy” one of the women sneered that broke the spell.
“Julian, please,” she whispered. “There are people watching us.”
“Do you think I care?”
TOTALLY TUBULAR DUDE!: 4
Shopping-mall rock concert? That’s a fairly dated reference. The only people playing at my local shopping mall are unknown names who had to pay out the nose to get even that small bit of attention. More often than not when events happen at the mall they’re holiday related, like pictures with Santa or the creepy-ass Easter bunny.
DON’T MAKE ME SUE: 20
Because everyone is instantly jealous that this man, whom they don’t know and have only exchanged a few words with, is with the heroine. I gave it two for the “hussy” comment. Because that’s really fanficy for an unnamed character to make unfounded accusations about another woman’s sex life.
And let us not forget these.
A BOWL OF STU: 21
Because the author has to lovingly detail the hero’s abs while they kiss.
ILL LOGIC: 10
I’m giving it a double count because this makes no sense at all. What did these women think was going to happen if he was single? That every single one of them were going to get a chance to ride that disco stick? He was going to choose someone.
Whew, that had everything didn’t it?
So the crowd disperses, grumbling unhappily. Selena seems oddly okay with this, despite the fact it’s the most business her stall has had in a long time. Selena says that if she’d known that was all it took she’d have kissed him.
QUESTIONABLE CONSENT: 15
Why does everyone in this book feel entitled to everyone else’s body? I don’t care if it’s supposed to be a joke. It doesn’t read like one and it isn’t funny regardless. She knows Julian’s history, the attention makes him feel uncomfortable, and he’s only supposed to be attracted to Grace right now, supposedly.
Grace gripes that it’s Selena’s fault that he was attracting so much attention. His clothes are too small and showing too much. Yeah, clearly he’s totally asking to be groped. *Rolls eyes.*
Selena defends herself by saying that she didn’t want him to get heat stroke. Julian gets in-between them and condescends that “don’t worry about something as trivial as my clothing.” He rakes a glance over Grace and she’s suddenly in heat.
She looked at Selena and caught the way Selena stared hungrily at Julian’s bare legs and rump.
“You feel it, too, don’t you?” Grace asked.
Blinking, Selena looked up. “Feel what?”
“Him. It’s like he’s the Pied Piper and we’re all mice enchanted by his music.” Grace turned about and noted the way women stared at him, some even craning their necks to get a better view of Julian.
“What is it about him that just pulls us against our wills?” Grace asked.
Julian arched one arrogant brow at her. “Against your will?”
“Well, honestly, yes. I don’t like feeling like this.”
“And how do you feel?” he asked.
“Sexual,” Grace said before she could stop herself.
“Like a goddess?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
“Yes,” she said as he took a single step toward her.
He didn’t touch her, but then he didn’t have to. His very presence overwhelmed her. Intoxicated her as he dipped that magnetic gaze to her lips, then to her neck. She swore she could already feel the sensation of his lips buried in the hollow of her throat.
And the man hadn’t even moved.
“I can tell you what it is,” he all but purred.
“It’s the spell, isn’t it?”
He shook his head as he reached one hand out to gently drag his forefinger down her cheek. Grace shuttered her eyes as a wave of fierce desire scorched her. It was all she could do not to turn her head and capture that finger between her teeth.
Julian leaned closer and nuzzled her cheek with his. “It’s the fact that I can appreciate you on a level the men of your age cannot.”
Alright, so counts.
QUESTIONABLE CONSENT: 16
Because up to this point Grace has acted asexual or demisexual, and doesn’t like feeling the wanton sexual desire the curse evokes. At least, that’s what we’re supposed to think. I know why it’s really like this. She’s found her twu luv and now is seized by the desire to ravish him. Because heaven forbid you have sex with someone who isn’t your true love. And you better regret it if you do, lady! No sex is good sex unless it’s with your forever man or woman.
A BOWL OF STU: 25
I’m bumping it by a lot because that one annoys me so damn much. Sex is sex. It should feel good with the person you’re with, no matter the level of commitment. Granted, it won’t always, because long-term partners tend to know what the other likes because of familiarity and practice. But no, we’re supposed to believe that because he’s a demi-god he’s automatically sooo much better than a mortal man.
I don’t like that there’s so much normal man bashing in these books. There is nothing wrong with a man with a stable job. There is nothing wrong with a man who prefers to stay in and watch movies. There is nothing wrong with a man who is a little bit safe. I understand the “bad boy” genre is a thing for some women, but I hate it. Sex is not something you throw at deep personal issues and expect them to get better. But that’s what happens in most of these books. The heroine heals the hero with her magical therapy vagina.
“It’s the fact he has the tightest gluteus rumpus I’ve ever seen,” Sunshine said, interrupting them. “Not to mention a voice and accent to die for. I really wish someone would tell me where I could get one of those.”
IT IS TO LAUGH: 11
Ha ha. It’s supposed to be funny. Because in just a few books Sunshine will find her one twu luv as well.
Julian leaned down at her, his blue eyes searing her with their heat. “Come home with me, Grace,” he whispered in her ear. “Now. Let me take you into my arms, strip your clothes from your body, and show you how the gods meant for a woman to know a man. I swear to you, you’ll remember it for the rest of eternity.”
She closed her eyes as the scent of sandalwood filled her head. His breath tickled her neck while his cheek was so close to hers, she swore she could feel his whiskers touching her.
Every part of her wanted to surrender to him. Yes, please, yes.
Her gaze dropped down to his shoulder. To the hard sculpting of his muscles. To the hollow of his throat. Oh, how she longed to run her tongue over the golden bounty of his skin. To see if the rest of his body tasted as good as his mouth.
He would be splendid in bed. There was no doubt.
But she meant nothing to him. Nothing.
“I can’t,” she breathed, taking a step back.
Disappointment filled his eyes. Then, his look turned hard, determined. “You will,” he assured her.
Sorry I keep using large swaths of the texts but I really think context matters, so you don’t think I’m being hyperbolic.
DON’T MAKE ME SUE: 21
That point is for the return of her “deep pain.” Yes, it sucks that one douchebag used her for his own gratification. But that doesn’t mean all men will. I think that a sex therapist should know this better than anyone.
QUESTIONABLE CONSENT: 17
For that last line there. I know what the author is trying to get at. She’s trying to say that no one is strong enough to resist the curse. But it came across like “I’m gonna rape you.” Because Julian is absolutely confident he’s going to tap that ass before the book is over. And he doesn’t seem to care that she’s made uncomfortable or scared by the prospect.
Grace takes him shopping to get him clothing that fits. He continues to say in unsubtle terms that he wants to pork her. She tries to ignore it and then is shocked by the revelation that no one has ever dressed him when he was summoned in the past. I’ve gone over why this doesn’t make much sense, so I won’t linger on this overlong. I’m just gonna point this out.
“They summoned you, yet none of them ever conversed with you or clothed you?”
“Every man’s fantasy, is it not? To have a million women throwing themselves at him, wanting no commitments, no promises. Wanting nothing from him, other than his body, and the few weeks of pleasure he can give them?” His flippant words didn’t quite mask the acid undertone.
A BOWL OF STU: 26
Because he’s not like other men either. Pfft.
Why do so many romance novels paint men as ravening sex beasts? I’m sorry, most aren’t. We as a species have a better life balance than that. There are plenty of men who don’t like casual sex, and believe in waiting for someone special. This isn’t unique to Julian or any of the other ken-doll protagonists that get trotted out in these books. Lots and lots of men want love with their sex.
Grace gives Julian some clothes to try on and shoves him in a dressing room. He freaks out because he hasn’t seen his reflection in a long time. Which makes me wonder how he would have seen it in the first place. Mirrors were being used in ancient times, but they were usually polished metal, not glass. Glass was not refined and was a luxury at this point. The modern mirror didn’t really become widespread until the 16th century, during which he was presumably porking somebody. So it’s not impossible that he could have seen it in water but he wasn’t seeing it this clearly. He shouldn’t have an exact idea of what he looks like.
DID NOT DO THE RESEARCH: 26
But even worse than his claustrophobia was the face in the mirror. He hadn’t seen his own reflection in centuries. And the face staring back at him looked so much like his father that he wanted to splinter it. He saw the same smoothly sculpted planes, the same contemptuous eyes.
The only thing missing was the deep, jagged scar that had run down his father’s left cheek.
And for the first time in countless centuries, Julian saw the jarring sight of the three thin commander’s braids that hung to his shoulder.
His hand shaking, he reached up and touched them as he did something he hadn’t done in an exceptionally long time; he remembered the day he had earned them.
It had been after the battle at Thebes when his commander had fallen and the Macedonian troops had started to panic and retreat. He had grabbed the commander’s sword, regrouped them, and led them to victory against the Romans.
The day after the battle, the Macedonian queen herself had braided his hair, and placed her own personal beads on the ends.
Are we talking his father, the Spartan? Julian’s history is so muddled in this book. Why would he fight for Macedon if he were raised in Sparta? And it’s highly unlikely that the queen herself would do that. I’m sorry, just no. Braided hair was a very common style in Greece. Men and women have been shown in artwork as having plaits in their hair. Acting like it’s something unique to Julian or that a lot of other Greeks didn’t do it is just not true.
DID NOT DO THE RESEARCH: 27
So Julian has a wangst fest about how he isn’t that man anymore, and that being cursed to be a sex slave means he isn’t worthy to wear the braids anymore. There’s a big long passage where Grace lovingly details how well his jeans fit, and I’ll spare you it.
A BOWL OF STU: 27
So Julian once again tries to get Grace to sleep with him, she says no, he mutters in Greek, and Selena chides him for it. She says that Grace slept through the entire semester. I know that some colleges make you take language as a general education requirement. But why would Grace take Ancient Greek, no matter how much Selena pestered her? It actually makes sense for Selena to take it, because it had to do with her major. Wouldn’t Latin be more useful to Grace, if she wanted to study a dead language? Or how about a language people still speak? How about Spanish or French, since they’re the most common languages in New Orleans besides English?
DID NOT DO THE RESEARCH: 28
So Selena tries to stick her foot in her mouth by calling Julian a love-slave to his face. Then this happens.
“I know what I am. You can’t offend me with the truth of it. I’m actually more offended by the word Greek than I am love-slave. I was trained in Sparta, and fought for the Macedonians. I made it my habit to avoid Greece as much as possible before I was cursed.”
Gaaaaaaah. No! I’ve said this before, but this makes no damn sense. Why would he go fight for Macedonia if he was trained in Sparta? Now at this point Sparta isn’t in it’s hayday anymore, but there was still a lot of pride in being a Spartan warrior. He wouldn’t have just gone off to fight for the Macedonians. He might have fought with them, as a commander of the Spartan army, but not as a Macedonian.
And I’ve gone over this before, but it bears repeating. The Macedonians would have considered themselves Greek. There was a time that Macedon was considered the boonies in Greek society. But that all changed when Philip the Second, and Alexander the Great came out of Macedon and whooped major ass. They became a respected power in their own right and would not have been looked down upon by anyone except maybe the Athenians, but they were snobs anyway.
Julian should consider himself Greek, no matter which country he likes to claim as his homeland. The Spartans were very Greek, and by this time, Macedon was too. And he’s the son of a Greek Goddess so hell yes, he’s Greek.
DID NOT DO THE RESEARCH: 33
Giving it five because that one was so bad.
“Where were you born?” she asked.
A tic started in his jaw and his eyes darkened ominously. Wherever his birthplace had been, he didn’t care for it. “Very well, I’m half Greek, but I don’t claim that half of my heritage.”
Okay, big nerve there. From now on, she would drop Greek from her vocabulary.
He should not be throwing a shit fit over this. At all.
So Selena changes the subject and insists on buying Grace a sheer red nightie, because no one cares what Grace thinks about this situation.
QUESTIONABLE CONSENT: 18
So Grace tries to find out if there’s a way to get him out of the book. He says there isn’t. Selena asked which god favored him and might let him out of the book. He says he was close to Eros. Selena suggests that he call him. He finally relents, calling him Cupid, which is the Roman form of the name. Which will be touched on later, so it doesn’t get a point.
Then we have a complete non-sequitur as they leave the shop.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue blur headed for the street. It took her a full second to realize it was Julian running across the lot. She frowned at his actions, until she saw the small boy who was stepping off the curb into traffic.
“Oh, my God,” Grace gasped as she heard car brakes squealing.
“Steven!” a woman shouted.
With a move straight out of Hollywood, Julian jumped over the low parking lot wall, plucked the child up from the road, and, holding the boy against his chest, he ran up onto the fender of the braking car, then turned a side flip, up, over, and away from the car.
They landed safely in the other lane a spilt second before a second car jerked around the first and plowed straight into them.
Horrified, Grace watched as Julian slammed into the hood of an old Chevy. He slid up it, into the windshield, and was then flung forward onto the street where he rolled for several yards before finally coming to a stop.
He lay on his side, unmoving.
*heavy sarcasm* Yes. I’m on the edge of my seat. Oh no. Will he be okay?
Of course he will be. You know what this is?
A BOWL OF STU: 30
I bumped it up by three because that was ridiculous. At least in future books it makes sense for there to be chase scenes and action-hero stunts. This one doesn’t. This is just the author showing off that there’s something tender inside Julian still because he likes kids. And to show off how badass he is that he survived impact with a speeding car. And he walks this accident off like it’s nothing, so there’s really no consequence or sacrifice to the act at all.
Selena decides the best thing they can do to celebrate the rescue is to get him a cookie. Okay. Fine, whatever. It’s mostly an excuse so Julian can do “romantic” stuff like eat out of Grace’s hand and kiss sugar off her lips. He asks why she’s afraid of him and she denies it. And then we get this.
“You’re cringing,” he said pointedly as they got back on the escalator.
Even though she was on the step below, he braced his arms on each side of her, then leaned his head close to her own. His presence surrounded her, enveloped her, and made her strangely giddy and warm.
She stared at the strength of his tense, tanned hands on the belt behind hers. The way the veins stood out to emphasize the power and beauty of them. Like the rest of him, his hands and arms were gorgeous.
“You’ve never had an orgasm, have you?” he whispered in her ear.
Grace choked on her praline. “This is not the place to talk about it.”
“That’s it, isn’t it?” he asked. “That’s why-“
“That’s not it,” she interrupted him. “As a matter of fact, I have.”
Okay, it was a lie, but he didn’t have to know that.
Ugh. Again, why must they discuss this in public? And what business is it of his? She’s made it clear she doesn’t want you, buddy. Orgasms are not going to fix the issue. He seems shocked when she says no, she doesn’t want to. He just can’t believe that someone doesn’t want him.
A BOWL OF STU: 31
QUESTIONABLE CONSENT: 19
Because I know he’s going to continue to push her boundaries, despite the fact she’s been very clear.
“Then why can’t you just enjoy your time here with me without any…”-she lowered her voice-“sex?”
His eyes flared. “Enjoy what? Enjoy getting to know people whose faces will haunt me for eternity? Do you think I enjoy looking around here knowing that in a few days I’ll be pulled back into a blank, empty hole where I can hear, but I can’t see, can’t taste, feel, or smell, where my stomach churns constantly from hunger and my throat burns with an unquenchable thirst? You are the only thing I’m permitted to enjoy. And you would deny me that.”
Grr. You are not entitled to her body you dick!
QUESTIONABLE CONSENT: 20
We get a flashback to Grace’s trauma. Paul was a jerk, stuck it in without concern for her, said to stop crying, didn’t try to make it pleasant, and then openly bragged about the conquest to his friends. Grace hides in humiliation and cries for days.
If she were really as spunky as she’s supposed to be, she ought to have told his friends that he was a one-pump chump and hung like a mosquito. There are plenty of ways of getting vengeance on an ex. I’m not saying that revenge is the best way, but it would certainly have helped Grace to get her own back and save another girl from the same sort of manipulation. Don’t cry in the corner, tell people what he did. Contrary to popular opinion, no one likes an asshole. Girls would steer clear of him if they found out he was a callous jerk who was terrible in bed.
ILL LOGIC: 12
I gave it two. One for Paul, who tried to have sex with a virgin without any prep and continuing when she was clearly uncomfortable. One for Grace for letting him get away with it.
So we end the chapter with a bunch of bikers sidling up to where they’re at. Julian takes one look at the lead biker and goes over and slugs him. It’s supposed to be a shocking display, but I had pretty much guessed who it is by the time the chapter ends. You get a cookie if you can too.
Join me next time to learn about Julian’s past. Its more tragic than Grace’s and yet we’re still going to try to claim she has the bigger hangups. Sigh.