I don't even know where to start with how absolutely horrible this book was. Laurell K. Hamilton is a disgrace, writing all about what seems to be her own silly, boring fantasies, where she is wonderful, marvelous, beautiful and all-powerful.
The series started with such promise and while the author has always really needed to edit her books, her created world was rich and immersive. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, Anita stopped being a vampire-slaying zombie-raiser and began to be a whining, egocentric pseudo-rapist. Gone is the suspense and anticipation, swallowed by yet another long, drawn-out and poorly written bland sex scene interspaced with enough of Anita's dull personal baggage to put the most polite shrink to sleep.
I THINK the novel tries to be BDSM erotica, but the author seems to have done little to no research into the BDSM lifestyle. Instead, she gets things horribly wrong (ignoring a safe word?!) and totally misrepresents the scene (not all masochists were abused as a child, Laurell).
The men make me cringe. These are strong, independent alpha males, yet Anita seems to always have them reduced to a quivering mass of lust and insecurity. She practically rapes every man who makes an appearence in the recent novels and blames it on the "ardeur". And of course, being a pathetic biography of the author's own desires, the men all become enamoured of her sexual prowess. Frankly, I find the sex scenes to be mediocre at best, merely light porn written, perhaps, by a teenage boy trying out his story-telling skills for the first time.
If you must read this book for whatever reason (like maybe you keep hoping against hope that Laurell will stop writing drivel and bring the old Anita back) then do NOT buy it. Get it from the library. And for Goddess' sake, make sure you don't return it late! This book isn't even worth paying a day's worth of late fees.