*I received this book from the publisher Canvas in exchange for an honest review.
From the back cover:
Jane Boyle thought she’d met the man of her dreams. But it’s hard to live happily ever after when your new mother-in-law is literally a witch, determined to steal the magical powers you didn’t even know you had. When Jane discovers that the man she fell in love with is merely a pawn in her mother-in-law’s evil plan, she flees. Now Jane is alone and on the run, but she can’t hide forever.
One magical Park Avenue makeover later and Jane is ready to settle the score. But she is distracted by a mysterious man, the devilishly handsome Andre. The magical attraction between the two is electrifying, but is he all he seems? And will Jane make it into the witches’ den to overthrow her nemesis before it’s too late?
The Dark GlamourÂ is the sequel to 666 Park Avenue, which, let’s face it, is just pure fun. Witches jet setting about New York and Paris in Chanel and Prada, determined to out-witch (or out-bitch) one another? Yes, please. So I was excited about the sequel, even though there were aspects of the first book that irritated me.
Enter The Dark Glamour. After the bang-up ending of 666 Park Avenue, Jane is in constant danger, but she stayed in New York, thinking the familiar would be the last place Lynne Doran would look. But just in case, she needs a makeover…a magic one. No dye job will work on her witch of a mother in law. So after an intense spell, Jane is transformed into Ella:
Her new, model-esque height came with pointed shoulders, small ripples of breasts, a long, flat stomach, and stretched-teardrop hips.
If you’re anything like me, your first response is, Ugh. What a youknowwhat. But my second was, What the heck are stretched-teardrop hips? Seriously, I don’t know what these are and can’t picture them. Why oh why do authors rely on new, weird descriptions for pretty simple things?
And Jane is very aware of her body, mentioning her half-moon cuticles again and again:
She tapped at the dead cell phone with one unpolished fingernail, the half-moon at its base glowing against her tawny skin.
And ok, maybe I’m going on a bit much, but the other thing was Jane is a dolt in this book. She (I promise, no spoilers) decides there’s only one way out for her and discovers something even Lynne Doran is clueless about. In her single-minded way, Jane/Ella plans her escape without really thinking it through, even as it becomes more and more apparent that her plan of action isn’t the most intelligent.
And it’s just…boring. Here’s the lowdown: I like reading fluff every now and again, but it darn sure better keep my attention.
For those who read 666 Park Avenue, you’ll likely want to pick this up just to see what happens. I think, though, this installment will be the end of the line for me.
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