Series: Crossfire #1
Published by Berkley, Brilliance Audio on 6/12/2012
Genres: Adult, Romance
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Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness…
He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I’d never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily…
Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other’s most private wounds…and desires.The bonds of his love transformed me, even as i prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart...
You guys know I am not a typical romance reader. I read YA, almost exclusively. I joke that this makes me a delicate soul, despite the fact that much of my YA perusings take me to far-off planets and stars, or government take-downs. So why so delicate? They don’t address the issue of sex, all that much. YA is a kiss here, a touch there, and then break to the “after.”
So why did I dive headfirst into a near-BDSM erotica novel by Sylvia Day?
It’s a question I asked myself through the entire novel, and I can only say, most of my book buds are romance readers and all of them have sung the praises of this book. I’ve been told, “It’s 50 Shades of Grey but better” (thank goodness, because I’ve read passages of 50 Shades that made me want to stab my eyeballs right out of my head), and since I had the opportunity to sit in on an erotica panel (sort of by force, mind you) at this year’s RT that was headed by Sylvia Day herself (and she is awesome!), I decided to give the genre a go.
Whoa. That’s all I have to say.
That’s not really all I have to say…
I have heard that the beginning is much like 50 Shades, but since I haven’t read 50, I can’t comment on that. I will say, however, that the whole “Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so fuck me maybe” attitude by Gideon was both a turn-on and a turn-off for me. If someone actually said that to me in real life, I probably would punch him in the face. Wait, not probably. Definitely.
So I can get beyond that and I dig the tension between Eva and Gids, except she leaves all the damn time. Like, come on girl, have some self-respect. Self-respect doesn’t include running away every chance you get. I know she had her issues with her past, and she’s all “boohoo I’m scared” but this really bothered me, because at some point, it was less about her past, and more about being passive-aggressive to get Gids-man to do what she wanted of him. Which was to chase after her. I seriously became fucking annoyed with that ploy and it never ended.
I totally dug on Gideon up until he used screwing her to fix everything. I mean, I felt bad for the guy, because he has his demons and we don’t even really find out too much about him (gah! so I guess I still have to get the next book, FML!) but he has these control issues that are so not normal, and seriously, it was sometimes like watching a bad episode of the Young & the Restless. Remember that show? No? Man I’m getting old. It’s still on TV, right? *Googles* So anyway, Eva will get upset about something, oft-times, because Gids-man is upset about something, so he’s all “I’m going to fuck you back to your senses, rawr.” And so they do. A lot.
There’s a lot of sex. It was sexy and steamy, but at some point it got boring, because you can only listen to so much
porn sex before it becomes repetitive (it’s like when you are at a party and standing at the door of a room, listening to a couple having sex and you’re giggling, but then after a few minutes, you’re all “This is boring because I’m not the one having sex, good bye.” Oh… am I the only person who’s done that? Nevermind.), and that’s when Sylvia Day brings out the BDSM big guns. (Okay, they were probably just pistols compared to other BDSM books). And my eyeballs popped out of my head. I’m no longer an ear-virgin. There were no red-rooms folks, but I bet the Gids-man has one…somewhere…in that penthouse mansion of his.
I didn’t love it, and I didn’t hate it. There was a lot about the story that annoyed me, mostly the characters (Eva, I’m looking at you, chick), because they’re so damaged and I don’t have a lot of patience for people who can’t work stuff out. But you know, it could have been a lot worse. Hell, it could have been 50 Shades worse (Kristina is going to kill me when she reads that)! So, you know, if you’re reading this review, you’ve probably already read Bared To You, and if not and you like this genre, don’t take my review as anything other than a YA reader getting her feet (or something) wet in erotica. Whoa, did I just go there? Yep. Yep, I think I did.
Jill Redfield is a stupendous narrator. She is quite possibly the best narrator I’ve come across yet, and while that hasn’t been too many, I have passed on books because the narrator sounded awful in the preview. Jill should never do anything else besides narrate books for a living, because she brought to life the characters in this story, and I will be looking for more audiobooks by her.