Hottest Mess (S.I.N. #2) by J. Kenner
I didn’t read anything else on it before starting, and at first I thought it was the first book in the series. Then it became obvious that I was missing something. A lot. In particular, they kept alluding to the first time they had gotten together, and I was like I gotta know how that happened. I almost wanted to read the first book and find out, but I was having a little moral dilemma.
When I started reading this book, I spent what felt like a very long time going, “Please don’t be related by blood, please don’t be related by blood, PLEASE DON’T BE RELATED BY BLOOD.” Not least because I was enjoying it way more than I should have had that been the case. It literally made my hate myself a little. I get that it’s a fantasy though. I wasn’t about to throw the book out the window, anyway. I mean, I definitely spent the last few episodes of Game of Thrones yelling at Jon and Sansa to make out.
Then I found out that Jane had been adopted as a child, and that actually they weren’t blood siblings at all. Am I the only one who thinks that their love isn’t that taboo, then? Like, yeah they grew up together—but isn’t that like the whole plot of Wuthering Heights? Get Heathcliff a tan and a slightly better social standing and you’ve basically got Dallas Sykes. And I think we were all rooting for Heathcliff *cough*Tom Hardy*cough* to get the girl.
But I didn’t not enjoy this book. J. Kenner clearly knows a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to writing steamy sex scenes. And, in general, I found the writing quite easy to get behind. I think I just wanted a little more from the plot. When you’re dealing with a steamy novel about a forbidden love and there’s a mystery to be solved, you shouldn’t be getting bored after the first couple of chapters. I think, for me, I just didn’t understand why they were in love. Apart from the fact that they had stupidly hot sex, I wasn’t really feeling the connection. I didn’t much care for either of the characters, and I didn’t understand why they cared for each other. It ends on a cliffhanger, which normally gets me all jazzed up about the next book. I was practically frothing at the mouth after every of Karen Marie Moning’s Fever books. But with this? I could take it or leave it. You shouldn’t feel “meh” about a cliffhanger. You just shouldn’t.
I would hands down read something else by this author, I just think I would give the series a pass on a personal level. Would I recommend it to someone else? Absolutely. Probably someone who is a little bit more scandalized by the relationship between the two protagonists, or someone who just wants a filthy read to get them all hot under the collar. I get more engaged by the plot and the buildup of sexual tension, so it was just a swing and a miss for me.
Final rating: ⅗ stars. Would recommend. Would not read again.