Book Review: A Caress of Twilight

A Caress of Twilight follows Merry Gentry and her gaggle of hunky man meat through another combination of twisted sidhe court politics and supernatural detective adventure. No, the queen’s disposition hasn’t improved. Yes, Merry gets plenty of action from her sexy, brooding, conflicted boy toys. And most of it happens from the confines of her kinky—er, dinky one-bedroom apartment, a.k.a. Grand Central Station thanks to the fey ability to use any normal mirror as a communication device without announcing themselves.

Merry is learning that tough decisions are required of an aspiring candidate for the Unseelie Court throne. Her suitors are there to guide her, of course, providing wisdom between banging sessions, where each are racing to see who can make her pregnant first and become king by Merry’s side. It’s a hard job (yes, I said it), but someone has to do it, and who better than a cast of ungodly (or in some cases, godly) gorgeous men who’ve been sexually repressed for the last thousand years? It’s no wonder most of the story occurs within her apartment, because I don’t think the poor girl could walk if she wanted to.

The story starts and stops, which is fine because in between we learn more about her suitors: Darkness Doyle, Green Galen, Perma Frost, Little Kitto, Unrifled Rhys, and a new micro suitor that I won’t spoil for you. We also learn more about Merry, her past, and the depth of her powers, setting her up to be a formidable queen indeed.

All in all, if you liked the first book in the series, you won’t be disappointed with this one, if only sympathetically exhausted for the protagonist.