R M Gilmore

I met the author at a book convention in Las Vegas, NV. I decided to stop at her table when I saw the sign that said “This isn’t your daughter’s vampires”. After reading Twilight with my daughter I knew I wanted something with more badass to it. This book did not disappoint. I love the main character, Dylan. I wish she had a little more confidence about herself. She does know what she wants and she can kick butt.

Like most of the reviews I read, it took me a little to get through the first chapter. I could relate to her on being chubby, tight on cash, and tons of student loans. I also know what it is like to have the hot best friend. Once I got past the first chapter I couldn’t put the book down. I wanted to just keep reading. I wanted to know who was killing girls, letting all the blood out of them, and just dropping them in random places. I thought I knew who it was a few times, but I was blown away when it went in a different direction.

I don’t want to give too much away with spoilers, but I can’t wait to read the rest of this series.… (more)

Before I delve into the meat of my review of R. M. Gilmore's The Scene, it's worth noting I am reviewing an earlier edition. The Scene's latest edition releases next week. Revisions included. Unless the book is self-published, I try not to judge too harshly on the editing. With my copy being an older edition, I have set aside my thoughts regarding editing for this review.

Dylan Hart is not your typical female protagonist. She's not drop-dead gorgeous, she's not a size two, and she does not act like a lady. In fact, Dylan Hart is probably my spirit animal, for lack of a better word. She's snarky, witty, and quite frankly, she doesn't give a damn what anyone else thinks. Unless you're a tall, dark, and handsome man with beautiful green eyes. But then... who wouldn't drool over an underwear model? God knows I would.

When bodies start turning up, the young, wannabe author sets out to research her material and aide her friend and ex-boyfriend, Mike, in bringing the case to a close. Thus readers are drawn along in an unexpectedly dark mystery with some pretty damn sharp twists.

First and foremost, I must applaud Gilmore's ability to create a uniquely amusing character, realistic, and relatable character. Dylan Hart's spunkiness rivals my own and there are several times where Dylan takes words straight out of my mouth for a situation. Another sign of Gilmore's mastery over her craft, and a glaringly bright link to how closely she holds Dylan to her own heart, surfaces in the ways Dylan reacts to certain situations. For instance, without divulging a spoiler, there is a place in The Scene where Dylan must combat her own fears to identify a corpse for Mike. In the pages leading up to this, I can honestly say I wanted to message R. M. Gilmore and throttle her for pumping my anxiety so high. (Seriously, I almost had to scrounge for my hydroxyzine, woman.) The aforementioned scene isn't the only one where Gilmore's done this.

Unfortunately, there are times when the story does drag a little. Overall, The Scene is fun romp through Los Angeles's nightscape, told from the point of view of an average woman. It is this refreshing point-of-view that makes this book enjoyable. Seriously, Dylan Hart alone earns this book four skulls.… (more)

This book was quite a fun read. A joyful romp with a chubby journalist girl and her hot, nearly bi-sexual girlfriend. Chubby is out for the scoop of a lifetime. Vampires are killing prostitutes in L.A., and this frisky Scooby-Doo duo are the only ones who can solve the case!

This book reminds me a lot of [b:One for the Money|6853|One for the Money (Stephanie Plum, #1)|Janet Evanovich|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1316730230s/6853.jpg|1486401], in it's tone and pace. The witty banter, and crazy girl antics are fun to read. But, it's a bit shallow.

I mean, of course it's shallow. It's not really meant to be anything else, is it? It's just written to be a fun book. No extra thinking required, right?

Unlike Janet Evanovich's books, the characters in this book are even more empty. I mean, why is Chubby such a bitch? She's not written like she's had a rough life. Nobody really treats her like a fat girl. Guys even flirt with her. So, why's she such a bitch?

Her friend Tatum is a slut, I get that. The world needs sluts, and they don't need to be any deeper than they are. Sluts are cardboard characters. But, it would have been a more interesting story if she wasn't really a slut. Like, maybe she had a reason for what she was doing. Maybe she had daddy issues, who the fuck knows. But, goddamnit, in a book as long as this one is, 300 some pages, I really want more depth from a story.

And this story doesn't even merit 300 pages. It's a short story at best. Maybe 20 pages or so. I found myself going, goddamnit man, get to the good stuff already. Find the bad guys, have a shoot out, do something to make me actually care about this stupid story.

I mean, so vampires are killing whores. So-fucking-what. Who the fuck cares? Why is this even a story? They keep toying with the idea that: no, vampires aren't real. It's not really vampires, it's probably some losers that are just playing with the whole vampire lifestyle. Sucking blood, and all that bullshit. But, again, who the fuck cares?

It's just not a very interesting story. The only reason to read this book, is because you love the witty banter between these two Scooby-Doo girls. And, I'll grant you that it's still a fun book to read. The problem is, the villain in the story isn't revealed until the very end. So, at no time is the reader going: Yea! Get that fucker. Just shoot him in the face! Because, there's no fucker to shoot at until the very end.

So, there's just nothing to cheer for. Nothing in the story gives the reader a reason to give a fuck. It just drags us on with endless girly talk and wanna-be detective meandering. I don't fucking care. Give me a goddamn villain to hate. Give me a fucking good reason to keep reading, to see that justice is done.

Or just shut up and suck some cock you stupid fat whore. Because at least I would care about the ending. At least I would want to know: did he shoot it all over her face? Get it in her hair? Oh damn, he got it in her eye! Nice. See, even sucking cock has a better plot than this goddamn book.

I received a free copy of this book for an honest review.… (more)

Jesus tap-dancing Christ... Endless Night, that's what this fucking book is. Just an endless fucking party. Seriously, let me break it down for you:

Chapter 1-4, getting to the fucking party.
Chapter 5-10 getting drunk at the party and being a mega bitch, and pissing off some voodoo priestess.
Chapter 11-12 finally leaving the party. Lots of puking. At some point, she passes out next to some hot guy, and doesn't even get a piece of that hot dick. What the fuck?
Chapter 13-Whatever... just this stupid fat bitch running around, crying, getting drunk, puking, trying to get away from the voodoo chick. Trying to out-bitch the voodoo bitch, which just ain't gonna happen. I mean, Dylan is a royal bitch, don't get me wrong, but this voodoo bitch has got the serious stink eye.

Then we get to the James Bond bit. You know, the bit where the voodoo bitch lays out her whole plan. She goes on about all the shit that happened in the first book, [b:The Scene|13494123|The Scene (Dylan Hart Odyssey of The Occult, #1)|R.M. Gilmore|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1408145679s/13494123.jpg|19035647]. So, apparently, this voodoo bitch needs skanky whore blood from blond bitches in L.A. to fuel her evil empire. Who knew?

And who the fuck cares? Would it be too hard to write another original story with this crazy Dylan bitch, and her trusty side kick Tatum? Why does it have to be the same fake-vampire story, with just a bit of voodoo thrown in? I don't fucking care about the dead cum dumpsters in L.A., I care about this new story in New Orleans, goddamnit. That's why I'm reading this book. I already read the last book, so I don't need that shit again. Fuck.

That being said, it's still a fun book to read. I mean who doesn't want to read about stupid bitches getting drunk and fucked up. And, for some reason, I just love reading about Dylan going full-on bitch mode, and getting in everyone's face. It's fucking awesome.

And hell, you just gotta love it when she busts out quips like this one: "Well, fuck me with a flip flop!" Ahh Dylan... I hope you never change.

I received a free copy of this book for an honest review.

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