People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.
—Abraham Lincoln (supposedly)
I was excited to finally read Lover Unleashed because I knew that, since it was Payne’s book, there was bound to be a lot of Vishous in it. I’m a major Vishous fangurl. No matter how good a book in the series might be, I’m always left thinking, “Harrumph. Could’ve used more Vishous.”
I was right—Vishous is front and center in much of the book, and that’s great. But I still can’t say if I liked Lover Unleashed; I felt compelled to keep reading, because I wanted to know what happened, and that right there is the most basic test of a storyteller’s ability: do you want to know what happens next?
J.R. Ward knows how to make you keep turning the pages. Unfortunately, for the past few books—I’d say starting with Lover Unbound (which happened to be Vishous’s book)—it seems every time I turn the page, I’m going “What??” or “You did not just say that AGAIN” or “Woman, have you read any of your prior books? And if so, why can’t you remember what happened in them?”
And I did more of that in Lover Unleashed.
“Now wait,” you say. “Kinsey, how can you be a fangurl, how can you read every BDB book, when Ward’s writing drives you up the *&&%$^(@ing wall?”