These Black Dagger books are superfun hangover reading material. There's a fair amount to laugh at, both cattily - all the clothes-horsing by ridiculously cut guys - and earnestly - the dialogue can be very, very funny. And given the high stakes of the world here, Ward does seem to take on some really heavy themes not necessarily dealt with in vampire chick-lit - themes like rape. This is the one where she really takes it on, and, I think, deals with it in a pretty sensitive way.
Wait, let's just backtrack. This world makes no sense. The Black Dagger Boys are the rulers, but no one knows who they are? That doesn't make any sense. The Scribe Virgin...why is she such a stupid bitch? And don't even get me started about how little sense the Omega makes, or any of the organization stuff related to the nethers or whatever the eunuch zombies were called. It makes me feel like I did when the Giant Ball of Evil called up Gary Oldman on a cell phone
in The Fifth Element, which is reverence for how batshit that is, mixed with uncontrolled laughter.
So, Zsadist (see again the reverence mixed with laughter as I type this name) has a terrible history of sexual violence, and this book details his recovery. I've seen a lot of Cure by Magic Vagina in romance, those ladyparts that balm all ill, but that isn't exactly what happens here. I don't think there's a good reason for his ladyfriend to find him so compelling, but that's probably okay. I never thought I would ever type these words, but the part where he learned to masturbate is really touching. I know, I know, that's what she said.