I wrote this to the author, Karen Moning, after reading 63% of her 15th novel Iced. Mind you, this is written by one of her male mc’s.
My dearest darling Karen,
I understand you have my story to tell, and you do it so well. But, Och! Lass…did you really have to go as far as you did with mine? Not even Dageus had things this bad, and you cursed him with 13 Druids! I appreciate what you do, and I love a good challenge as well as the next guy — I can take it. I’m a MacKeltar after all — but to give me the raging sex drive of a Death-by-Sex Fae and then throw my Dani Darling at me…and at 14 years! The most she could do with my dick is slam her adolescent knee into it! (Thank you for that, by the way. Things weren’t nearly as bad they should have been that day.)
Now I won’t reprimand you for telling your story the way you do, or complain about the lot you’ve given me. But do you think you could find it in your heart to maybe, make it up to me in your next book? I mean, it’s only fair after leaving me abandoned in an ice realm, making me eat some pretty nasty shit after you nearly killed me, and then putting me well within visual range of Dickhead’s…Really!? No underwear!? There are things a guy can’t unsee, Lass! I’m just saying, you owe me. Big.