Fantasy Lover, by Sherrilyn Kenyon, is Book 1 of what became the The Dark Hunter Series of Books. What exactly is a Dark Hunter?
Sherrilyn Kenyon’s website has the answer we seek: “You want to know what a Dark-Hunter is? We are what the intro says. We’re Mad, Bad and Immortal. We’re ancient warriors with attitudes who fight rough, and play hard.”
Now I ask you, if that’s the author’s official summary of the Dark Hunter series, then what need is there for a scathing review? Nevertheless, if you need more insight, here’s an official video to promote the 12th book in the Dark Hunter series Archeron.
Based upon what I’ve read, its good pulpy romantic vampire fiction, “good” being a relative term, and “pulpy” not. Imagine an unchaste version of The Twilight Saga. I don’t what it is about the women who like to read the Dark Hunter series and these types of novels, but the underlying theme seems to be that its easier to love a man when he’s dead. These Scathing Book Reviews of Fantasy Lover think the series is best classified as “comedy” or “horror”:
This book is supposed to take place in 2002 and yet one finds one self being thrown right back to the 80’s where we (let us just admit it) had no style, no taste, no understanding of quality what so ever.
I could have overlooked [the] ridiculous characterizations were it not for the dialogue. At one point, the 29 year old heroine admonishes the hero with this crushing setdown: “Whoa, Buster!” Or how about this gem? “Holy Guacamole!” I know one woman who says things like that–my 84 year old grandmother. No sexy, current, PhD speaks like this. I know, because I am a sexy, current PhD.
…and at least one redeeming quality:
…and some good points, with the inevitable bemoaning of American literary standards:
There are so many things wrong with this book, I don’t even know where to start. Right away I have a problem with a sex therapist who hasn’t had sex in years and has never had a satisfying sexual experience. Perhaps she should consider some other line of work?… Honestly, I can’t understand the American reading public. Why is this book such a hit? Is this what passes for literature these days? Have our standards dropped so low? It is embarrassing.