Hard As Steel-Kristin Michelle Adams
This is one of those books that makes you wonder if the author is playing a huge joke on you. It’s not really erotica, romance, or science fiction but I think that’s what the author was trying for. What she ended up with was a simplistic almost plot, characters with all the depth of onion skin, and a story, sort of, that badly needs an editor.
Meet Infinity and Asher, they live in a future where men and women live separately because in the past men were cheating, disease laden scum that infected the poor, suffering women. And we’re off to a good start. To prevent widespread disease and death the sexes were separated and now both have their sex bots to satisfy them and provide the means for procreation.
And right there you have a more complex plot than exists in this mess.
Infinity, there is also a Trinity, an Eternity, and a Serenity later in this story, goes to pick out her sex bot on her 25th birthday and chooses the only real man, Asher, in the crowd. She tries him out and likes his performance so takes him home.
She discovers he is real, the bot police come to take him away, they escape to that mythical place beyond the fence where, it is rumoured, men and women live together. They find the rumour is true, find Asher’s father and rouse the villagers to go and set the people free.
Living together seems to be the only difference between the two groups of people, they all enjoy holding stereotypical roles and jobs in both societies. Men go out and bring home the mammoth and women bake, sew, and raise the kids.
The dialogue has all the sophistication of two 13 year old cheerleaders.
The author needs to find an editor, kidnap and hold him or her captive in her basement. There is no way she could ever afford to pay for what needs fixing in this book. A few examples of Adams at her best:
I pick out a dark hair, blue or brown eye bot? I don’t know- I thought she was choosing a sex bot
What is this contraception you are wearing?- So many images, so wrong a word
separated the kiss- Like an egg maybe?
I guess they don’t want the world to know that a man has gotten into the women area.- There are more like this
Swiss dotted- dotted swiss, dotted swiss, not some poor citizen of Switzerland with speckles
I have never been on top before, but I was really enjoying the feeling.- Of course you hadn’t, you were a virgin two pages previously
saw little beady eyes craw under the fence – Sticks in my…
Now that I got that off my chest, how else was your life?- I told you there was more
Your very welcome- You’re, you’re, you are,
Once outside the room we found two pairs of sandals that we each slippe d on our feet.- Still more
lets go meet the heard- let’s go hear the seen
Jade put his arm around a pretty red headed girl that was probably only five six in height.- More more
speak to you alone, if you may let me do so.- More yet again
There looked to be about fifty family’s out there.- Family’s what out there?
there was one major tall tale sign- I won’t tell if you won’t
covered in flour and other baking goods- This girl is HOT.
with Jade and I close on his tale- De-tail, re-tail, his tail
She insured me that it would be enough- Flo stopped by
The only thing I did was once it was up we made some slices into the pig and stuffed it with onions and garlic.- More, more, more
I had sweat in places I didn’t even know I could sweat at.- Here’s sweatin’ at you, kid.
“…From this point on I want everyone on guard and to stay as quiet as you can. This is it! Are you ready men?” The crowd, including myself, began to shout with joy.- Logic is her bitch.
Are you read Hun?- I’m in love, I’m in love, with Attila the Hun
Then at the end of this
fast paced, tension filled, cutting edge erotic, rather limp effort Asher gets to kill a few guards. I recognize the names of real posters/reviewers and wonder if they realize the author feels like the rejected girlfriend. Got to tell you, Kristin, I don’t think they share your thinly disguised girl crush. Follow your own advice, just move on. You’ll meet a nice girl when you least expect to.
I’m just sorry I can’t recommend your book.