Reading this book was a bit like swimming in a pool filled with werepanther-flavoured syrup, that is to say that it was a very confusing thing to have done. I can never get behind the "fated mates" thing, it's just too cheesy and when you add ancient Egyptian psuedo-mythology to the mix it gets a bit sticky as well. It's not too badly written and it was quite sexy, plus I liked the possessive streak in Logan, but on the other hand, Calmes writes these utterly ridiculous protagonists who can do absolutely no wrong. It's like Jory from A Matter of Time all over again. Jin is so perfect and awesome and everybody loves him to death even though there's nothing about him to justify such blind adoration. It's a matter of taste, I guess, but I never really got into this one.