I read such rave reviews for this book by reviewers I generally agree with, and I'd really liked Force of Law, so I expected to love this book. I only finished it because I hated to spend so much money (relatively speaking; I paid almost 10 bucks for it and I rarely spend that much on ebooks) and then only read a couple of chapters. Also, I thought the plot and characters had potential so I hoped it might get better. It didn't.The purple prose didn't just flow, it sprayed everywhere with the powerful battering power of a fire hose that drenches everything within sight, or even beyond. It was like a hurricane appearing out of a clear blue sky on a summer day while fairies were picnicking and frolicking in the flowers. Prose so deeply purple it was almost black, like a raging river crashing over the rocks and flooding the bank, knocking grown men to their knees to whimper like lost waifs who haven't eaten in days and have the meal they were about to devour snatched out of their desperate mouths.Also, the word 'scintillating'? She keeps using that word, but I do not think it means what she thinks it means. And it's not a word I think belongs in the same sentence with this book.Aside from the purple prose and frequent misuse of words, some of the interactions between the heroes struck me as...strange. Martin is constantly crying, sobbing, etc. Often during and/or after sex. Sex that he struggled against, even while saying "don't stop". But more than that, Jack never once asked Martin why he was crying. Jack never seemed the least bit surprised or discomfitted by Martin's tears, kissing them away and/or holding Martin while he cries. Maybe I'm weird, but if my lover burst into tears during and/or after sex, I can't imagine not asking why. Or at the very least, wondering why even if there's some reason I think it better not to voice the question. But there is nothing to give any indication Jack finds it even a bit odd.