Caroline Capello doesn’t take chances. Until a god appears in her bedroom.
Loki, the irresistibly sexy Norse god of fire and lies, doesn’t get attached. When he appears in Caroline’s apartment late at night to upend her studious world, both the god and the mythology graduate student assume one passionate night together is all they’ll ever share.
But as their one-night fling turns into something more serious, Caroline finds herself drawn into a dangerous world where the myths she studies become terrifyingly real. When the clouds of Ragnarok, the apocalyptic end to all Nine Realms, begin to gather on the horizon, Caroline must decide if she is willing to risk everything to save her mercurial lover.
If she fails, there’s far more than just Loki’s life on the line.
I used to live and breathe paranormal romance. In fact, as some people might remember, there was a time when I reviewed exclusively paranormal romance. Hell, there was a time when this blog was actually called I swoon over fictional non-human men. I know, right? It really rolls off the tongue. Back in my early twenties, the thought of being locked in a castle with a bunch of immortal beefcakes (looking at you, Lords of the Underworld) positively made me weak at the knees.
Not so much now, though. For one reason or another, I took a hiatus from paranormal romance and since returning to the genre, I’ve struggled to find a book or series that’s captured my heart like others have.
In the The Trickster’s Lover, protagonist Caroline accidentally summons the Norse god Loki. He just appears in her apartment and, naturally, she’s a little freaked out. However, within roughly thirty seconds of meeting Caroline, Loki’s literally cut her clothes off and is, ahem, doing her against the wall. Okay, insta-love/insta-attraction is a bit of an overused trope in this genre, but I glossed over it and carried on reading.
My problem is that whenever they meet from this point forward, it’s just sex, sex, sex and it just got, I don’t know, really boring? I stopped 29% into the book because I felt that all character development had been sacrificed for the steamy sex scenes. Not only that, though, but by the point at which I stopped reading, Loki doesn’t even know Caroline’s name. He just refers to her as “mortal woman” and drops into her life as and when he pleases for the sole purpose of getting down and dirty. When he doesn’t return for over three months, it has a profound effect on Caroline. It causes her so much stress that she actually starts to lose weight. Just when she’s finally getting to the point where she feels able to move on her with life, Loki gatecrashes her date and she’s completely down for a quick screw in the restaurant’s loos. He doesn’t even apologise. He just beckons her over and that’s that. The book just doesn’t feel like a romance to me. It seems more like a guy using a woman solely to satisfy his carnal needs, regardless of the mental toll it takes on her.
When a book is labelled as a ‘romance’, some sort of bonding usually takes place between the romantic leads, one that transcends the purely physical, but this seemed to be completely lacking in this book. I simply got bored of all the fucking, to be honest.
Ultimately, I stopped reading The Trickster’s Lover because I lost interest. It’s a book that has potential, but I feel that there needed to be a balance between sex and character development.
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