Series: Mr. Rook's Island #1
Published by P&S, Inc - Mimi Boutique on June 13 2017
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The women who vacation on Mr. Rook's exclusive island are looking for one thing and one thing only: to have their wildest romantic fantasies come to life. Pirates, cowboys, billionaires--there's nothing Rook's staff can't deliver.
But when Stephanie Fitzgerald's sister doesn't return after her week in paradise, Stephanie will have to pose as a guest in order to dig for answers. Unfortunately, this means she'll need to get close to the one thing on the island that's not on the menu: the devastatingly handsome and intimidating Mr. Rook. And he's not about to give the island's secrets away.
There are times when I’m stuck between ratings, particularly if it’s a 3-ish but not a 4-star read. But never quite have I found myself in a situation where I could give a book any amount of stars and that would have worked out as well.
“Mr. Rook” takes that kind of prize (it’s *that* batty!), even though it isn’t so much of a dubious honour as it is a book that I can’t quite let go of as much as I hate several parts of it. Still, this has to be one of the more bizarre reads I’ve ever gone into. Being taken for a wild ride doesn’t even begin to cover it and the cliffhanger ending makes is both dissatisfying and intriguing because well, nothing really quite makes sense and you know you are still 2 books—and what’s probably a good year to go—away from getting to the bottom of it all.
On Mr. Rook’s famous island that promises to fulfil all fantasies, the owner himself is this strange beacon of untouchable sexual magnetism when all is permitted and the odd way Stephanie inserts herself into this well-run hedonistic playground is nothing short of sliding down the rabbit’s hole into a sexually-deviant version of Alice in Wonderland, complete with half-truths, bizarre circumstances and partial revelations.
The truth is, I still don’t really know what’s going on. ‘Mr. Rook’ is a story full of extremes and loose threads, and at times it reads like a thriller or a paranormal ghost story (which it isn’t) but that right there, is the problem of the unreliable narrator coming to the fore with only Stephanie’s POV in place when suspense mixes with weird erotica and some odd gothic moments.
Let’s not even talk about a book hangover, because frankly, this has thrown me so far for a loop. With a sequel somewhere far on the horizon, it’s best I forget this for now…if only I could.