I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
Because there was no female character. There was a hasty sketch of a beautiful ballerina who survived traumatic events. But she was no character. She had no personality, no qualities, no discernible voice. She was a plot device. She changed with whatever was needed for the story (lust-angst-romance-healing-passion-argument-drama-love - you get the picture; her behaviour was erratic and only served the current scene).
Ultimately: The cure for the male hero's ailments, his souldeep pain, his lifelong suffering.
I didn't wait for the big finale of love heals all.
This was so bad, that I wanted to burn it.
This line started with Acheron and doesn't end for this author it seems. She can't help herself, she just heeps one awful soul-breaking, mind-destroying trauma on the poor hero after the other. NO ONE ever loved him. He was abused, tortured and nearly killed since birth.
For UF/Sci-Fi/Fantasy one makes allowances. But if characters have no discernible tether to any kind of truth or human experience, while at the same time living out a very human American romance story, it just ready like a piece of shit.
What I can see: the author does love her male protag. He is unearthly beautiful (without knowing it of course - he would be conceited otherwise, and perfect people are not vain), he gets a voice, he is as strong and successful as they come. He survived against all odds, he is the vulnerable child and the super assassin, he has emotions, he has decency against all odds again. You get the picture.
So I am out of here, and will probably never read another book by this author.
Or maybe I will after I cooled down :)
It is a pity, because she can write.
But I want to read books with some kind of female protag I can at least feel any compassion or empathy for.