Two is trapped: hooked on heroin, held as property, forced to sell her body to feed the addiction. Time brings her ever closer to what seems an inevitable death and Two waits, uncaring, longing only for the next fix.
Oh, just look at that cover! I love it so much!! It was the main reason I got the book, but I’m sure you could already guess that. Too bad it’s too misleading.
When I look at the image I think of a badass Urban Fantasy heroine killing everything that stands in her way of achieving something great and saving the world. As it turns out, The Blood That Bonds is just a typical, and I put it in bold because you can’t get more typical than this, vampire romance story.
It starts in a very interesting manner. We have Two (yes, that is her real name) who ran away from home and ended up a homeless drug addict. Lucky (or not) for her she was taken in by her drug supplier and brutally forced to prostitute herself.
This part was very deep and interesting. But then a mysterious client chooses her as his next.. victim. He is rich, drives a Ferrari and treats her like the lady she never was.
You can probably guess what happens next, right?
The dude turning her into a vamp so that she can be with him forever. Why did he choose her from all the other potential victims out there? I guess we’ll never know.
Oh, give me a break! This happens 19% along the way. 19%!!!
I’m falling in love with him, she thought, and in love with what he is.
This ruins a book for me. The typical I just turned you into a freak because I love you even though I’ve just met you hours ago gig is old and sucks ass. Give me a damn story! Entertain me!!!
Ugh! I don’t think I need to read the book in order to know what happens next.
I’m sorry my dearest people but this is where I bail out. I simply can’t stand these horribly boring stories.