Monday, July 22, 2013

Review: Training Levi (Hard Hits #4) by Tatum Throne

Training Levi
Published June 22nd 2013 by Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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My Rating: 1 of 5 Stars

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Detective Levi Maden is good at breaking SWAT rules. After a bad call in the field that jeopardizes a child’s life and leaves Levi injured, he’s forced into the SWAT retraining program. Levi is not interested in retraining. He knows he made the right call.

Lt. Brayden Temple quickly discovers that his next trainee is in need of more than rules and regulations. Levi needs someone to help him walk through the fear that has suddenly developed from his near-death experience. The last thing Bray expects is the connection he has for Levi. Bray is a Dom and wants Levi as his sub.

Levi wants Bray as his Dom, but is afraid of moving on with a new man. After years of looking, he’s vowed not to have another man until he finds The One. Now, the strong, stoic Brayden Temple has come into his life, refusing to go away.

I am always saddened then frustrated when after I read a great blurb with a great cover, the book ends up a dud. 

Training Levi is supposed to be a romance novel laced with BDSM practices. I have no problem with that. However, when I read a romance novel and the romance flops to a point where there is absolutely no connection between the two main characters and myself as a reader, then I get frustrated. Adding to my frustration is the choppiness of the writing. Adding insult to injury ( I really must apologize for this comment but 'tis true), the HFN ending leaves too many things unresolved.

I love food and I love to cook, so if you are one like me, think of it this way: unstabilized whipped cream set in a warm room.

This makes me very sad as the premise of the blurb was really fantastic and I was soooo looking forward to how this story played out. I was ready to relax and just lose myself into a BDSM romance and instead had to plow myself through waist-high snow of text whilst wearing six-inch stilletto boots.

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