Spooge. SERIOUSLY?? I'm not sure how an erotic reimagining of the Phantom of the Opera can even begin to call itself worthy of a look with that word in it. And-- pip-- as clitoris--

*brain explodes*

Like you said, none of the liberties it takes with the story it is based on would matter if it did it in a manner that made the resulting book a hot read sans major WTF moments. If there is one thing I will not forgive a book for, it is for being a crappy read.

Erik is the young, genius, bastard son of a nobleman with some minor facial scarring and an enormous, beautiful cock.

Oh, man, what a message. If only we judged people by their cocks instead of their faces, then the world would be a better place.

If only we judged people by their cocks instead of their faces, then the world would be a better place.

You mean you don't?

Empink, it's possible I've been too harsh but I don't think so =P Also I'm not sure what better terms there are for the clitoris but pip really takes the, err, pip.

Thank you for reading this, so I don't have to. It sounds even worse than Masks by M.L.Rhodes, where at least the plot made no pretensions of following the original (woman falls in love with man who plays the Phantom on stage, he is actually a famous movie star and she somehow never notices) - although it sounds like the erotica was just as bad.