Death and Beauty by Samantha MacLeod
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Definitely recommended for fans of mythology romances — Norse, in particular!
At first, I wasn’t sure if I could get onboard with Baldr’s very modern way of speaking, but before I knew it, I was falling in love with him and Hel and the world MacLeod crafted.
The romance between the love interests is sweet, tender, and desperate. I think what resonated most with me about it was that these are two people no one ever really acknowledges — two people no one truly knows. Hel is basically the ice queen of her domain, solitary and hard to onlookers. Baldr, meanwhile, is just this beautiful thing the Aesir have used time and time again. Hell, he dies because they’re all playing a game called Let’s Throw Heavy Shit at Baldr and Laugh When He Doesn’t Die. I mean, do any of them even know who he is? Nope.
I love the trope of two lonely people finding each other and falling in love because they really see each other, and that’s exactly what you’ll find here.
New Orleans belongs to me.
You don’t know my name, but I control everything you see—and all the things you don’t.
My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met.
I didn’t need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt.
To have her in my debt.
She doesn’t know she caught my attention.
She should’ve been more careful.
I’m going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her.
It’s time to collect what I’m owed.
Keira Kilgore, you’re now the property of Lachlan Mount.
For those of you wondering what the heck happened to Loki and Aphrodite, I wanted to let you know that I’ve pulled the first three books in the Lovers and Liars series from Amazon and other retailers. As of the date of this post, I feel that they no longer reflect my writing — and think they deserve a tune-up! I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with them, either publish them for free in weekly installments for my newsletter readers, or re-release them in a kind of… rapid-fire insanity that will make my head spin.
Either way, I’m not finished with Loki and Aphrodite! Their stories just need some sprucing up.
Lucy Merritt has always defined herself by her body, whether dancing in a small avant-garde company or posing for art. But she has always felt as if something is wrong with her, as if something is missing. She has never been in love.
Suddenly, in the darkness of the theater wings, a strangely affecting man enters her life. Matthew Norris, rich, handsome patron of the dance company, has decided that he wants Lucy for his own. He makes her an offer that both frightens and compels her, and they soon begin an affair characterized by only two requirements, beauty and truth.
But how truthful are Matthew and Lucy? How much of Matthew’s strenuous brand of love can Lucy endure? And how long can their rigid Dom/sub relationship stay frozen in time, never growing, never moving forward?