All right. I’m done. There. I said it. I am officially done with Christine Feehan. That statement doesn’t make me happy but there it is. She was an author I cut my romance teeth on and saying that I have outgrown her does not make me happy. I wonder who changed, me or her?
Night Game, book three in the Ghostwalker series, featured Gator Fontenot and now we have the story of one of his younger brothers, Wyatt. Wyatt is a doctor and part of the Ghostwalker team. His beginning as a Ghostwalker is one he is not proud of. He accepted the treatment in a fit of temper after ending a relationship with someone he thought he loved. Looking back, Wyatt realizes he never loved her and it was just his pride hurting, something that makes his actions even more or a mistake. Now his grandmother has called him back to the bayou and he will need all his Ghostwalker training to protect her and his family.
Le Poivre de Cayenne, Pepper, is one of the mistakes. She was created as a weapon to seduce a man and then kill him. She is part snake, carrying the venom of a snake, and all seductress. She also has a mind of her own and will not do what her creators want. Because of her defiance her only use is to take care of three little girls who were created to be a mix of many venomous snakes and terrible weapons.
Pepper escapes with one of the little girls but will stop at nothing to rescue the other two. The compound where they are kept is located in the bayou next to Fontenot property and Wyatt’s grandmother is the one to take them in. When Wyatt and Pepper find out they have a connection they didn’t know about, Wyatt will stop at nothing to protect and claim her.
That is general plot of the book. There are some things that are weirder and more out there than a normal Feehan book though. Since Whitney seems to be evolving, so too are the men being created. There are some rather odd enhancements happening with these guys.
The five o’clock shadow on their faces along with the small hair on their bodies acted like a sonar, a radar to give them precise information on their surroundings. They could tell if a small space was enough to slide their bodies through or if the branches of a tree could support their weight. The knew the location of every animal close to them. They each had allowed their hair to grow longer, believing it aided them in gathering more information as well as keeping them in tune to their surroundings and danger.
Is that….weird? It is, right?
Their first sex scene is where I decided I was done. Everything before it was over the top, sure, but it was normal for Ms. Feehan’s books. But I was annoyed by the time I was done reading about them having sex that I almost couldn’t finish the book. Below are some quotes from the scene.
“No one else ever puts their hands, their mouth or their fuckin’ cock here, you got that? There’s only me for you. My hands, my mouth, my cock, you got that?” He snarled it at her, allowing his feral side to slip further out.
Ok, so he’s possessive. Maybe a little too possessive but I do like an alpha male. I swear though, if my husband ever talked to me like this I was nut punch him.
She cried out and her body tightened around his, clamping hard. Hot, delicious cream enveloped him, scorching him, but he welcomed the fluid, the biochemically treated honey that he’d be forever addicted to. He wanted her to have multiple orgasms, produce as much as possible of her liquid gold. It was the only way for her to ever get a respite from the terrible drive that refused to allow her peace. He was giving her that gift.
Done. Biochemically treated honey?? What the ever-lovin-hell? And his gift to her is multiple orgasms? My husband’s last gift to me was a new stove. Maybe that is just more my style? Hot, delicious cream. Gross.
I apologize to those of you who read this book and loved it however this was just the final straw for me. There has to be some plot, something to keep me interested. Viper Game felt like a repeat of so many Carpathian books I have already read. At one point Wyatt was in Pepper’s body healing her just like the Carpathian books! My intention here is not to shred Ms. Feehan or her work but I am sad and frustrated that my time with her books has come to an end. Final grade – D