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Title: Bitter Night
Series: Horngate Witches #1
Author: Diana Francis
Rating: 2.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Max, warrior leader that protects a witch she hates, must overcome all her issues to save her coven from being destroyed by the Guardians, super witches who command Angels as their warriors.
And Max must open up to a new man in her life who is just as strong as she is and completely understands her and knows her better than anyone she has ever met in her whole life.
I knew going into this that this was a female book by a female for females so I was prepared for the female equivalent of a Mack Bolan book.
What I was not prepared for was how many conversations took place inside Max’s head with herself. And what pushed this into total female wish fulfillment was just how perfect the male MC was from a woman’s perspective. He’s never met Max before but he knows, by a twitch of her eye or an uplifted shoulder, exactly what she is thinking and feeling.
The feelings! It was like drowning in a bathtub of Feelz for the entire book.
There was no sex, graphic or otherwise and that saved this from a DNF.
With all that being said, this clocked in around the 270’ish page mark and it was really 50-75 pages too long. Many mundane things were seriously over written [1 ½ pages describing buying cheeseburgers at the beginning of the story?]. It didn’t come across as padding for word count but more like the author thought this junk info was necessary to the story when it completely wasn’t.
This book confirmed what I suspected already, that I don’t like this kind of book. Now I KNOW.
On a completely random note, I have a coworker who looks very similar to what you can see of the Main Character. Except she is a real woman and not that idealized impossibility splashed across the cover.