Matthias by Alexis Duran

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adMatthias: by Alexis Duran
Series: Order of the Black Knights #2
Release Date: November 2, 2016
Pages: 240 • Format: eARC
Published By: Dreamspinner Press
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From Louisiana swamp rat to revivalist huckster to skilled con artist, Matthias Krall clawed his way out of poverty using his natural gifts of grift and manipulation to become the leader of an exclusive retreat center. Exploiting the guise of spiritual guru, Matthias seduces the rich and powerful into turning over their lives and fortunes to his control. But wealth and a small cadre of loyal followers can’t protect Matthias from the betrayal he knows is imminent. Everyone wants what Matthias has, except for one man who wants to destroy it. Dylan Connelly is a reporter who’s determined to prove the charismatic recluse is not only a fraud but a murderer.

Irresistibly drawn to Dylan despite the warnings in his gut, Matthias lures Dylan to his island retreat, determined to destroy his enemy once and for all.

 

DNF @ 61%

**Ragey review to follow**

I have so much rage inside me right now. Utter disappointment for this book. I mean, I was ready to chuck it once Matthias job came out into full discovery. I’m so disappointed in Dylan right right now. No, I’m disappointed in the author. WTF!!!! Are you kidding me? Dylan, you had ONE DAMN JOB.  All you had to do was get revenge on account of Jace and your humiliation, but you decided to act like a B**** in heat and succumb to Matthias wilds. I’m so angry. It’s been 10 years, you don’t know him from Adam or Steve. Not once did you think about the outcome or why you are really there. No, you acted like some pansy ass school girl with a crush on one of the One Direction boys and got your eagle on! (See meme below for explanation).

 

With all this speculation around this cult/non cult, I just expected more from Dylan as a character. If I was Dylan and was super obsessed with an individual who broke my heart and left me like some trash on the road, then I’d be all for getting revenge on his ass. I would be on some spy ish, and some black widow type things. I mean someone did die in the story. Is Jace’s death not important anymore. Dylan was all for getting Jace’s truth, and instead he distracted about some past one night stand. I don’t get it. Besides Matthias looks, nothing else is exciting. Dylan had a lot of cards, but like most men he decided to think with his little head instead of his big one.

I’m slowly simmering down, I couldn’t read another page after that. It sucks big time. I wasn’t thrilled for the plot. I didn’t even enjoy Matthias as a job and hated his little crew even more. I can’t even think how Dylan can be with Matthias after all. Sure he didn’t kill Jace, but he definitely should be accounted for his death.

I’m angry and I’m done.

About Alexis Duran

Psychic, photographer, poet, fairy godmother, writer, woman on a train.

I am a writer of fantasy, science fiction, romance and erotic m/m everything. Most likely my stories will have a paranormal element, but I’m dreaming up some “real world” recovery romances as well. I’m thrilled to be working with Loose Id on both my Masters and Mages series (Touch of Salar is Book 1) and my high fantasy novella, To Catch a Threeve.

Like my characters, I am a figment of someone else’s imagination.

I was conceived on the Orient Express, somewhere between Venice and Istanbul. That trip was one of many revival attempts at the old, romantic line and the year was 1965. Three years before the Russian crackdown, my father, a Czech diplomat, was traveling with a cultural delegation promoting socialist writers.

My mother was an American housewife on the run.

What was she running from? Boredom. Also from turning 30. From being old and boring, she ran. She’d won a national cooking contest for her Mexicali Macaroni and Cheese. She took her winnings and bought a one-way ticket to Paris. As often happens when you seize your dream by its uni-horn and jump the track, fate intervened to keep my mother alive and moving for over a year in a Europe she knew nothing about. She spoke very little French and no Czech. My father spoke a smattering of English, only enough to flirt with the vivacious Californian in the bar car.

My mother wasn’t sure about most of what he said, but she’s pretty sure he said his name was Alex Duran. She never saw him again after that fateful night, but they did exchange postcards for many years in code, via a post office box Prague. He signed his cards A.D.

Fate again played a hand because it was also on a train, this time between Prague and Munich, that I met my first star-crossed lovers whose tale demanded to be immortalized.

Though it might seem more natural for a writer to insert herself in the middle of her fantasies, I have been content to remain an observer, friend and biographer of my soul-bound friends. I spent three months in Sophia, Bulgaria with an old witch woman learning how to channel the many spirits and forms which they’ve taken over the centuries and dimensions, in order to record their adventures. I consider it an honor to be the woman on the train, and take my own pleasures where I find them. They often begin in the bar car of international high speed trains.

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