Hey guys,

I know I’ve been away for a while. I can’t really go into specifics – it’s not something I really want to share on teh interwbs – but a member of my family is seriously ill. I don’t really have the emotional energy or time to blog about Anita right now.

Dottie x

A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Cerulean Sins’ chapter fourteen

The door opened and it was Jason. I don’t think I’d ever been so happy to see him. I managed to say, “Help me.” My voice sounded weak and scared, and I hated it, but I also was feeling nauseous and dizzy, and that wasn’t post-coital languor, it was blood loss.

Now that I could see again, I realized I was drenched in blood – and other things – but it was mainly the blood that was worrying me, because it was all mine.

OK, not only is that incredibly stupid – I KNOW YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT THE BLOOD BECAUSE ASHER RIPPED AT YOUR THROAT – but Anita is apparently ‘drenched’ in semen.

Um, no. That is really not possible. Unless JC and Asher have actual hoses for penises, there’s no way Anita is drenched in semen. The average amount of ejaculate is about a teaspoon. Both JC and Asher came once, so the sum total of their spunk is….


Two little spoons of jizz. That’s not very impressive. LKH, porn is not research. It’s wildly inaccurate.

Jason pulls Anita out from under the pile of Asher and JC.

I was nude, he’d just dragged me from a bed where I’d obviously had sex with two men, yet Jason hadn’t made a single quip, or joke. When Jason had this much ammunition but didn’t tease, things were bad.

Maybe he’s just angry at how much you hate the humble comma. Or maybe YOU’RE APPARENTLY DYING OF BLOOD LOSS AND HE UNDERSTANDS THAT NOPE, THIS IS NOT A TIME TO JOKE.

Jason tries to get Anita to some medical help but she stops him.

He stopped moving. “What?”

“I want to remember this.”

“What?” he asked again.

“The way they look together.”

ughghghghghghg Yes, why not stop to admire the sexy when you are dying. Anita Blake – strong independent woman! Jason tries to find out how much blood Anita has lost, which is actual sensible behaviour for once, but Anita is too busy looking at sexy men.

He shifted me so that he could free up a hand to touch my forehead, which seemed silly since I was nude, but we often fall into habit when we’re stressed. You check someone’s temperature on their foreheads, even if they’re naked.

… well, sticking your hands on someone’s tits is an awful, sexual assaulty, way to try and work out someone’s temperature.

“You don’t feel feverish. If anything you feel a little cool.”

No shit. She’s got blood loss. That’s a symptom of blood loss, nimrod. Jason carries Anita to the bathroom and sits her in the bath tub. Um, that’s not how you deal with blood loss. You have to stem the bleeding and then take her to hospital so she can get a transfusion. A quick bath isn’t going to help at all!

The water spilled out of a silver swan’s mouth, which I’d always thought was ostentatious, but hey, it wasn’t my bathroom.

Take this line down, kids. It’s the perfect example of how to kill tension in a scene. When I’m supposed to be worrying about whether Anita is going to die, don’t start blabbering on about silver taps. That are far too ostentatious. It’s a fucking nightclub, not Versailles.

Anita starts getting grumpy that the marble of the bathtub is cold and that she doesn’t want to be naked on cold stone when she’s dying from blood loss as that wound in her neck has not been stemmed or dealt with in any way and is presumably leaking another pint of blood down her neck.

“Why am I so weak?”

Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter. Best in the business, an expert in her field. Understands absolutely nothing about how to deal with vampire bites. How am I supposed to believe that she’s a competent professional when, at every step and turn, she apparently knows nothing about the field she works in?

Jason is going to give her a bath, instead of stopping her bleeding or treating THE BITE WOUND IN HER NECK, and then starts to get naked.

I don’t understand. Why aren’t you taking her to hospital?

Anita is a bit worried but Jason says she either drowns or he throws her over his shoulder. Of course. Those make complete sense. He then slings her over his shoulder. Yeah, that should help that wound in her neck that is still gushing with blood. She notices that his ass is nice but he’s not wearing underwear. Why does he have to be naked? Anita starts to feel sicker, which is a danger sign, but Jason berates her for trying to move out from under the unconscious vampires.

Jason steps into the bath, holding Anita because a bath will heal that chunk of flesh missing from her neck. She starts to fall unconscious and Jason announces she’s been affected by Asher’s vampiric magic. Jason tells her to pass out and she does.

Um, yeah, she’s dead now. That’s how it works. Anita is just bleeding out in a tub. Guess it’ll be easy to clean up.

A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Cerulean Sins’ chapter thirteen

JC releases the ardeur and… storms of waves happen. You know, generally urpley stuff. Sechsy. It washes away JC’s and Anita’s clothes through *~magic~*.

I took Asher into my mouth and explored the perfection of him, found the one thin scar that trailed down his scrotum. I sucked the ridge of scar tissue into my mouth and made him cry out above me.

do not want

Sorry, I just don’t find people sucking on thick ridges of scar tissue very erotic. Then Asher and JC flip over, so Anita’s on top of JC and Asher’s behind her.

Asher pushed himself against my back, wedged between the cheeks of my buttocks.

Um, not only is that super non-sexy, but has Anita ever done anal before? You can’t just shove something up your ass and expect super fun happy times. You have to take time to prepare for it, otherwise that’s gonna hurt.

“Non, mon chardonneret, we have done no preparation. She has never had it done before.”

Dimly I realized what I’d asked and was happy someone could think well enough to stop me from letting others hurt me.

Um, you shouldn’t be happy that someone doesn’t want your anal sphincter ripped up. It should GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT YOUR PARTNER WOULDN’T WANT SOMEONE TO PHYSICALLY INJURE YOU. Why the hell should I laud JC for stopping Anita from bleeding out the ass? I don’t laud myself for not smacking people! It goes without saying that people should not want others to receive physical harm!

I rode Jean-Claude’s body, while Asher’s body rode mine. Jean-Claude’s hands were on my waist, holding me in place, steadying me, directing me, the way you lead a dance partner.

This is just a laundry list of sex. There’s no emotion, no passion. It’s just ‘and then I put his cock inside me and it was very sexy’. It’s dull fucking. Anita starts to org so demands that Asher ‘be inside me’. He bites her and ZOMG BEST FEELING EVUR. Ah, yes, he has the ability to cause orgasms with his bites. Handy.

Asher’s hand on my breast, tight enough for pain now, the feel of him so solid, so wet from his own body, so that he moved in a channel of his own moisture, yet I knew he had not come.

Ewww moisture is a awfully unsexy word it makes me think of damp

Everyone flails around like fish as the ardeur zips around and Asher apparently rips Anita’s neck open.

It was the kind of pleasure you’d beg for, kill for, maybe, maybe even let yourself die for.

Yeah, well, is it as nice as teaching your niece how to be the most awesome metal drummer of all time, complete with headbanging? I am the world’s coolest aunt, trufax.

Everyone collapses in a pile. Anita’s body does not work any more.

The first edge of nausea hit me, and I knew it was blood loss. I touched my neck and found that blood was still seeping from the puncture wounds. That shouldn’t have been happening. Should it? I never donated blood voluntarily. I didn’t know how long the wounds should bleed.

I tried to lift with my arms, like doing a push-up, and the world swam in streams of colors, dizziness threatened to engulf the world. I did the only thing I could think of – I screamed.

The strong independent vampire executioner, who surely has dealt with colleagues who have been severely bitten by vampires, has been severely bitten by vampires before, cannot think to do anything but lay there and scream. Wow. Such professionalism. *rolls eyes*

A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Cerulean Sins’ chapter twelve

Man, I’ve really fallen out of posting rhythm! I’ve just not wanted to get back to Anita, if I’m honest, but I shall persevere. It is my solemn duty to display the awfulness of this series in all its glory, and onwards I must go!

We broke from that gentle kiss, and I led Asher to the bed by the hand. He pulled back, coming like a reluctant child.




JC is by the bed and says he’s controlling Anita’s ardeur, because he can totally do that now, but that he might loose control.

Asher is sad because if there is ardeur, Anita will just leave him in the morning. Anita wants to do this thang before the ardeur because…. um, reasons. She says how much she totally wants Asher’s weenie, but Asher knows he’s lying. That’s healthy. Anita says they have to start right away because she doesn’t want them going dead in the middle of sex because apparently vampires just die at the stroke of dawn. That’s a bit silly. You’d think they’d be okay for a while, underground away from the sun. Are they like alarm clocks? Do they have an internal timer that sends them to sleep EXACTLY when the sun rises?

I looked at my watch. “We’re down to about two and a half hours.”

“Barely enough time,” Asher said. And something about what he said, or the way he said it, made Jean-Claude do that masculine chuckle that only men do, and only about women, or sex. I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard that sound from Jean-Claude.

Also healthy: laughing at women when about to have sexual intercourse with them.

I was suddenly very aware that I was the only girl, and they were both men. I know that sounds silly. I mean, I knew that already, but… I suddenly felt it. It was like walking into a bar and feeling all those eyes follow you as you walk, like lions watching gazelles.

ALSO healthy: women being terrified of sex and therefore unable to consent enthusiastically! How the hell does this series ever get lauded for being ‘sex positive’?

JC and Asher take Anita to the bed but whoops – her tights slip on the silk bedspread so the guys have to hold her otherwise she’d fall off! Ha ha, it is to laugh!

“Why is it,” I said, “that you never slide off the bed when you’re wearing silk?”

Because they don’t live a cartoon?

JC and Asher start a ‘hilarious’ anecdote where JC slipped off a bed, broke a mirror that was… on the floor for some reason, cut open his chin and got blood everywhere. The Duchess Vicante had to cut herself with one of the shards and claim all the blood was hers to her husband! How scandalous! Anita learns that Asher was with BM before JC and that oh they had rough edges and shit.

I was overwhelmed with a flood of images of that smile. That smile when his hair was in long locks and the hat on his head graceful with feathers, that smile by candlelight, that smile while we played chess and Julianna sewed by the fire, that smile in a spill of clean sheets and Julianna’s laughter.

Julianna is the perfect woman. Look how feminine and passive she was! Bleuch. Guess it’s good we never see her character because I have a feeling I’d hate her. As it is, because she isn’t really a character, I don’t feel anything. I can’t care about her because she’s just a plot device.

Jean-Claude swept the bedspread aside to reveal sheets a little bluer than Asher’s eyes, blue as the daytime sky, cerulean blue.

Congratulations, you got a prize for most pointless title drop ever!

Asher is scared, so this makes Anita’s wolfy/leopard side rise up and start growling. She’s turned on by him being afraid! HEALTHY. She also wants to eat him.

This is caused by Anita denying the ardeur. Because she’s AN IDIOT. She then demands to see Asher nude without the ardeur even though she might turn into a cockgobbler again. He sits on the bed and just stares at them, as he does not want to do this. At all.

I looked at the two of them and knew someone was going to have to take off some clothes. Fine. I stripped off my jacket and tossed it to the floor.

Jean-Claude raised eyebrows.

‘Oh, a woman actively participating in sex! HOW DARE SHE!’

She’s surprised that she doesn’t feel embarrassed – you know, HEALTHY – and she crawls over to Asher.

I tapped Asher’s ankles, and he opened his legs a little. I crawled between his legs, having to force my body up between his calves, his knees. Jean-Claude’s legs on either side of his seemed to hold him tight against me. I was left to worm my way between his thighs, using my hips, my legs, and finally impatient, my hands, to spread him wide before me. It left me, finally, kneeling between his legs, my knees pressed up against him, which was actually a lot less erotic than it sounds, because he was still wearing his pants, and the angle was odd.

That doesn’t sound erotic at all. I don’t think that anyone has managed to miss ‘erotica’ so much when writing a sexy scene.

Asher begs her to go slowly but she just ignores her and grabs him.

“She begins like an American man, but she does foreplay like she’s French.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

This is a rare occasion where I’m completely in agreement with Anita. What the fuck does that even mean? JC and Anita undress Asher and she strokes his face. STOP THAT. She licks his scars. She licks down his body until she finds his nipples. Can’t forget those man nipples and urban fantasy’s strange obsession with them! She licks down his body and sticks her tongue under his belt. Hawt.

Asher’s voice came breathy, harsh. “You have taught her well.”

“I can take little credit for it, mon ami, she enjoys her work.”

I rolled eyes up at them. “Please, stop talking about me like I can’t understand you.”

“Our most sincere apologies,” Jean-Claude said.

“Oui,” Asher said, “it was not an insult.”

“No, but you assume that if I’m any good it has to be because a man taught me. That’s so sexist.”

Um, the sexist bit is that they’re talking about you like an object to stick penises in. JC and Anita whip Asher’s trousers off and reveal that Asher’s wearing bikini bottoms.

This is really weird when I have an actual real life friend called Asher. I FIND IT CREEPY AND I DISLIKE IT.

Anita licks his knees and this is just too much for him to handle it. Then JC begs her to ‘finish it’ and huzzah, Anita can finally discover whether Asher has a penis or not. This great conflict can be resolved. Asher is fine in the underpants department because he met a plastic surgeon or something and JC starts crying because they can bone now without JC being disgusted by Asher’s lack of equipment and then they cry and maybe have sex?

This was not a good sexy chapter.

A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Cerulean Sins’ chapter eleven

Um, sorry for the huge posting gap.

Tonight marks the night where my very first play will receive its very first public performance. So I’ve been a bit busy with that! And with other things happening in my life and everything’s been rather super stressful for me so I abandoned public stuff to focus on my work. So I hope you all can forgive me for that.

Plus, I got a new budgie.


This is Nicky! He’s about 12 weeks old, he likes spinach, and he has a small claw deformity. He likes foraging on the ground and is about twice the size Edgar is already. He’s a little guzzle guts and he doesn’t sing, he squeals.

But, yes, Anita Blake. She was being forced to have sex with Asher because, um, REASONS.

Asher comes into JC’s boudoir. He’s wearing a white suit -

- and Anita thinks it looks awful. Anita is freaking out on the carpet, because that’s how I like my sex scenes to start. With one of the ‘consenting adults’ having a panic attack. JC says they want to involve him and Asher boggles at them.

I was still huddled on the rug at his feet, staring at Asher like he was the fox and I was the rabbit.


Anita is unhappy and is made unhappier still by the fact that JC says that she must make a decision. She freaks out at the idea of consenting to sex. *headdesks*

I tried to smooth my numb hands down my legs to touch my skirt and found only my hose. The navy skirt was too short for me to have been sitting the way I was. If there’d been anyone in the room to see, they’d have been able to tell my underwear matched it.

  • Is LKH the pen name of a cis-male writer? Because there’s no way anyone who wears a skirt on a regular basis doesn’t know how to sit down without flashing their pants. Well, anyone under six or seven when it doesn’t matter if people see your pants.
  • Is your skirt a belt?
  • There are two other people in the room.
  • Your underwear matches what? Your tights or your skirt?

Anita is apparently upset because Asher is in danger because she was a fucking idiot. Well, I’m not going to argue with that. She touches Asher on the face and he freaks out. Yeah, he doesn’t like his women to consent. I remember. But no, he’s unhappy because Anita might think he’s disgusting and ugly because she’s incredibly shallow and wouldn’t deign to sleep with someone with a disfigurement unless she knew they had once been handsome.

Yep. Anita goes on a big paragraph about how she knows how glorious his body used to look, which is supposed to be all noble and shit, but is pretty disgusting because Anita’s basically saying ‘I’m only considering fucking you because you used to look good. You’re a freak, but you were nice once upon a time’.

You’re disgusting Anita.

Asher is confused as to what Anita wants and it takes him a while to understand. Then he’s struck by how selfless Anita is.

“She will do anything to keep her people safe, even take a cripple to her bed for one night.”

How noble Anita is, considering letting someone with a disfigurement put his penis inside her. And you’re not a cripple, Asher. You are not disabled. There is no impediment to your life other than your angst. Asher will not sleep with Anita because she’s initiated it  as it will ‘weaken’ Anita and JC. Anita manipulates Asher by saying how much she loves him.

Anita doesn’t even want to sleep with Asher. This is so messed up. If you want a vampire threesome, I’m not going to judge you! I’m not going to judge you for writing porn! But, nope, you have to wrap it up in this bullshit goody-goody girl nonsense, because it’s bad for women to enjoy and want sex. They have to be forced into it. Fuck this horseshit. I’d write a good version of a vampire threesome, but I’m shit at writing sex scenes, asexuality and all.

Here’s a Dottie writing challenge for you all. Write a great vampire threesome story. No plot, just actual porn with no hand-wringing, emotional manipulation, or consent issues. Hell, I’ll even give you two characters! I have a long-burning supernatural series, and this is one of the vampires from it. Arsinoe, a two thousand year old vampire who was a Ptolemaic princess in life. She’s Grecian, with dark skin, light blondey-brown hair, and a prominent Roman nose. She identifies as a lesbian and she has a girlfriend, who she calls Leda. Arsinoe is borderline sociopathic and enjoys inflicting pain. Leda was once a Parisian streetwalker, and Arsinoe found her while she was working. She’s olive skinned with black hair. She lives with Arsinoe, and enjoys access to money, material goods, and fine society. They live in the years before the French Revolution. Sometimes, they go walking the streets together. Go. Whatever you come up with, it’s better than this mess.

“I don’t know how much was Jean-Claude’s memories at first, but whatever it began as, I do love you. Me, no one else.”

“Yet you have not taken me to your bed.”

“I love a lot of people that I don’t sleep with. Okay, that I don’t have sex with. I want you to come to bed tonight, please, Asher, and not just for sleeping.”

Remember kids: sexual love is the only kind of love that matters.

Asher pouts because she surely will abandon him in the morning. She will not love him toooomorrrroowwww.

“You took four men into that bed over there, four of us, yet you have sex with only Jean-Claude. You feed the ardeur from Nathaniel, but you have not fucked him.” He let go of my hands and shook his head, laughing. “Only you could have the strength of will to sleep night after night beside such beauty and not take all that Nathaniel had to offer. I have met saints and priests over the centuries that had not your will to resist temptation.”


Um, Anita got a handjob from Jason and sucked Nathaniel’s cock. Again, penetrative sex is the only sex that counts, which makes no sense. And, yeah, Anita is more saintly than actual fucking saints. You’d think Catholic rage would set in from Anita but nope, she doesn’t give a shit about her faith. Asher is annoyed that Anita is friends with Jason as how dare people have sex with people but not be in love with them!

Anita says this is all so embarrassing, because she’s just a good girl at heart tee hee hee, and Asher pouts because he just doesn’t want to force Anita to sleep with someone with a disfigurement. He brings up Micah and is all confuzzled that Micah is okay with Anita being in an open relationship.

I don’t get why Asher is all astonished by this. This is still the guy who lived in an open threesome with JC, right?

“He seems perfect for you,” Asher said, voice full of soft irony.

My voice is soft bronzy. I can only take that LKH meant the metals, as I have no idea what is supposed to be ironic in that sentence. Is she lampshading the fact that Micah is a rapist and an arsehole?

Asher pouts that if Anita only sleeps with him once, he’ll go and find another place to live. Great, more emotional manipulation! Anita is upset because she just can’t make decisions, damnit, and she can’t have sex with someone and not love them. She imprints on people, like a sexual duckling. Asher then goes on about how she’d be making a huge sacrifice by sleeping with someone with a disfigurement.

LKH, your attitude regarding disability and disfigurement is absolutely disgusting. You cannot seem to comprehend why people would find disabled people sexually attractive. I… have nothing to say to that. I just find your ableism baffling.

Anita launches into a big BUT I LOVE YOU speech. The speech would have more emotional impact if we ever saw Anita and Asher interact, ever saw any of the things mentioned, and if Asher hadn’t wanted to violently rape Anita when he was first introduced.

“I love the way your hair shines in the light. I love the way you smile when you’re not trying to hide or impress anyone. I love your laughter. I love the way your voice can hold sorrow like the taste of rain. I love the way you watch Jean-Claude when he moves through a room, when you don’t think anyone’s watching, because it’s exactly the way I watch him. I love your eyes. I love your pain. I love you.”

Anita loves Asher specifically because he’s in pain. What. The. Fuck.

Plus, it would have been nice to see any of this in any of the books. Show, don’t tell. Basic rule of writing.

Asher and Anita kiss. I do not care one single bit. The only thing I care about is getting some actual interesting vampire threesomes from my readers.

All Quiet on the Dottie Front

Sorry that I’m been quiet for so long! This is a pretty busy week for me – I’m back at work, I have a bunch of freelance articles to finish before the end of the week, and this is the last week of prep before my play opens. This is a pretty manic week for me and I just can’t squeeze ranting about Anita Blake in!

I’ll be back as soon as I have time to post. That might be on the twelfth of never because my schedule is seriously bursting at the seams right now.

A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Cerulean Sins’ chapter ten PART TWO

OK, I am back to this chapter after majorly nope’ing out after the bullshit in the last chapter. I just couldn’t deal with LKH’s batshit tirade against child molestation that made no sense in context and no sense in her universe.

Right, where were we? Ah, yes. JC and Anita have to provide Valentina – I still don’t know who she is – with a submissive for her to torture. Um, what? So, Valentina can’t have a lover because she has the body of a child but she is interested in getting sexual gratification from participating in (bad) BDSM. What is it? Is she stuck in the mentality of a child or not? WHY CAN’T YOU BE CONSISTENT AT ALL?

Anita asks whether they’d be better prepared in the preparations they were making if Musette had arrived when she was supposed to in three months. I think part of my brain exploded from the stupid.

“You know most human guests don’t expect their hosts to supply them with sex partners.”

Yeah, well, they’re not human guests. What’s your point?

“Nor do most of the bloodlines that descend from the council, but Belle’s line is built upon sex, and it has become custom to offer any of Belle’s line sex when they visit you. It is assumed that we all carry a touch of her succubus within us.”

“That’s not true,” I said.

“Non, but no one of her line has ever wished to dissuade the others of the lie.”

… you mean it’s assumed that vampires of BM’s line have the ardeur? That’s not exactly a lie. And then Anita starts talking about Willie McCoy.

Of course. That’s a logical leap. He’s not been brought up since Burnt Offerings, but yeah, my mind leaps to a random minor character when I’m thinking about succubii. Apparently, Willie and his SO Hannah are the weakest vampires (why? Isn’t Asher the weakest because he belongs to no one? That’s why Musette claimed him? ARGH) but they’re safe because part of the treaty that has been already fucking broken so there’s no reason to think Musette would still follow it that Musette & Co aren’t allowed to interfere in JC’s businesses. There are three vampires who are not protected from M&Co.

Meng Die is not safe and apparently Bartolome will have a particular interest in her because… um, reasons. For equally vague reasons, she will be entirely safe from him so they don’t need to worry. Faust is mentioned next. Love how Meng Die and Faust were clumsily reintroduced in the previous chapter to lead into this.

“Faust likes men, and to my knowledge nobody in Musette’s party is gay, right?”

“Oui, but that is not always a barrier.”

“We laid down the law tonight, that no one was to be hurt again. Forcing someone to have sex with a partner they find repugnant is a form of rape, and thus it’s harm.”

  • M&Co might have bisexual people in the group. Or anyone who has a sexuality that is not plain heterosexuality/homosexuality. You know, there’s a whole vast spectrum of sexuality out there.
  • Just more biphobia. Just shame all those filthy bisexuals. They’re just greedy gays, really. *rolls eyes*
  • I don’t think gay men are disgusted by women. They just aren’t sexually attracted to them. (Well, depending on where they fall on the Kinsey scale. Sexuality is a varied and fluid thing and that’s awesome.)
  • Um, forcing someone to have sex is just rape, straight up. Sexuality doesn’t come into it.
  • What, would it not be rape if Faust was forced to have sex with a man?
  • ‘Hell no, a gay guy just sees that as a chance for more sex! Because they’re so promiscuous! I have a load of gay men as friends! Aren’t my characters so realistic!’ GO TO HELL.
  • Rape is ‘a form of rape’. Wow. That’s a new low for this series.

JC brings up Angelito for no reason. Angelito is a casual partner with Musette, but Musette mostly enjoys getting her kicks with Valentina. Um, why aren’t you chastising Musette for being all sexual with Valentina? Because it is. It’s a sexual relationship between the two of them. But as LKH can’t conceive of non-penetrative sex, it just flies right under her radar.

“If everyone has access to someone they can fuck, or we have no suitable partners for them outside of rape, then everyone’s covered. Or have I missed something?”

He thought about it quietly for a few minutes. “Non, ma petite. Your machinations are worthy of Belle herself -


- if her intention were to keep her people safe.” Then he looked at me. “Except for one problem. Musette has had sex with Asher in the past, so you cannot make a charge of rape.”

“Having sex in the past doesn’t mean it can’t be rape in the present,” I said.

  • what
  • the
  • fuck
  • WHAT
  • WHAT
  • THE
  • FUCK
  • Musette is a child. Why isn’t it so disgusting and icky for ASHER to have sex with a CHILD?

How does this chapter keep getting worse? My god, this is an achievement in fail. BM thinks that an orgasm is the sign of a good time had by all, and I’m supposed to be so shocked except that that’s the exact same reasoning JC and Micah gave for their rapes of Anita.

“Why is it always Asher that we can’t protect? Asher that we can’t save?”

When has he needed saving before? But enough about that. Let’s talk about the ardeur – namely, that it’s not bothered Anita at all but she has to feed it now. Anita isn’t interested in sex right now, probably because they’ve spent the last two hours talking about rape and child molestation. I would be very disturbed if those turned Anita on. JC says they must, and lays down a guilt trip because all he really wants to do is snuggle, he doesn’t want to have no sex at all but they must, yadda yadda yadda, manipulative bullshit. Anita is sad because she’s not Julianna and I don’t know why. She then suggests that JC, Asher, and her make a threesome.

And there’s the reason for this whole convoluted mess of a plotline. Because Anita just can’t want to have sex with Asher as well. Otherwise she’d be a bad girl. *rolls eyes*

Anita then goes on a massive speech about how disgusting she finds the idea of two men having sex with each other. Isn’t Anita a icon for the modern age? She is sad because JC loves Asher but doesn’t apologise for basically calling her boyfriend disgusting for liking to have sex with men.

I hate Anita. She’s awful.

“I can’t let you take Asher to your bed, and I can’t take Asher to mine.”


Anita doesn’t want to have sex with Asher, but she’ll force herself to so he’ll be safe. So… she’s been forced into consent. That’s rape. Again.

It’s sad that I don’t think Anita has had a consensual sex scene in the series. That’s not right.

Luckily, Micah will give permission for Anita to do this because he’s a practical man. And he understands how JC gets off on watching Anita be forced to have sex with other men.

Anita doesn’t understand how she will have time with JC if she starts having sex with Asher. I am so close to the end of this now, I’m just going to shout ASJSKDHSDFJHFHFF and move on. Anita’s personal life is ‘close as it’s ever been to working’. What. What does that even mean.

JC summons Asher with his mind.

I felt my eyes go big, breath freeze in my throat, while my pulse beat like a crazed thing. What had I done?

Can Anita have a sexual experience where she isn’t scared out of her fucking mind?