Dare
Sadie Sins
“Dare”
by Sadie Sins (a pseudonym if ever I heard one) is so not a story, nor does it
pretend to be one. It is what it is, taking no prisoners, granting no quarters
and unrelentingly on. The series of events linked together coherently are
unrelenting in their explicit nature. Somehow I got to the end with a headache.
I blame no one but myself.
This
novella never pretended to be something it wasn’t. It is not a story. I gave it
one star mostly because of the sick sense of dread it filled me with. Yeah,
that one was all on me. This is a fine lesson learned for judging a book by its
cover—because that was a great cover.
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