This neatly sums up everything I intuited about the books.
They just stank too much of that Anne Bishop “I’m writing a feminist romance ha ha ha just kidding there are cock rings and child rape and incest but really I had feminist intentions because so many women just can’t get over how hottt guys are which makes them weak and prone to rape and incest and falling in love with their rapists because rapists are hottt” thing.
Rapists, vampires, werewolves… whatever. You know, hottt dudes that you should “save yourself” for.
Yeah.
