Author: Helena Maeve
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
Rating: 3.0 of 5 Stars
Publication Date: 09/22/2015
Length: Novella (~ 15K-50K)
Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
Some paths lead to an early grave.
A power failure on the midnight train from Innsbruck to Vienna has stranded Felix in the middle of nowhere. It’s not a good start to his getaway, but it’s made worse by the presence of a fellow passenger who won’t stop sizing him up.
With his scant few belongings thrust into a backpack, Felix wants nothing more than to get to the airport and fly home to London. Whatever he does after that can’t be any worse than staying in a failing, rancorous relationship. But Felix has always been a magnet for dangerous men and the handsome stranger who keeps eyeballing him isn’t so easy to ignore.
As the world itself seems to spin on a dime, Felix follow his admirer deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, until retracing his steps becomes as trying as it is inevitable.
Reader Advisory: This book contains past domestic violence as well as past physical and emotional abuse.
This was a tough book to rate because while I didn’t love it it’s tough to point a finger at exactly why. In the end I think the author tried to do too much and ended up with a mishmash of genres. Its part romance, part fairy tale and part gothic and doesn’t really succeed at any of it.
Felix is leaving his abusive lover when the train’s he’s on breaks down. He gets an invitation by a mysterious stranger to join him in a different part of the train and that’s how he meets Stefan. Stefan says he lives nearby and invites Felix to join him. Felix isn’t sure why, but he agrees to go with him and off they go through a trek in the woods.
The author works very hard to set a mood, especially when they arrive at Stefan’s place.
Peeling paint and scuffed wood made up the bulk of the décor. The high ceilings had been painted once, but time had gnawed at the pigments, washing out the faint suggestion of cherubs frolicking on skim milk clouds.
Yeah, the words are beautiful and create a nice setting, but there is very little emotion throughout the story. The sex scenes were more of the erotic kind and didn’t mesh with the gothic feel I think the author was going for. The purplish prose just didn’t work in this story.
He stroked a hand down Stefan’s shaft, drawing the foreskin away from the silk, flushed head.
If he could impregnate this moment into his bones—this molten hear and salt and unintelligible litany of lies—then he could dredge up enough strength to walk away.
There are a few things that add to a mystery—Felix’s headaches and the seemingly magical transformation of Stefan’s house—that aren’t fully explained. The ending surprised me but I wouldn’t exactly call it satisfactory.
I do think some readers will like the well written prose. Maeve is a talented author and has a strong way with words.
I would like to thank the publisher for providing me with the eARC of this title in exchange for my honest opinion.
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