The Purest Hook (Second Circle Tattoos, #3)

by Scarlett Cole

[Linda]

This review was originally posted on (un)Conventional Bookviews
While The Purest Hook was very well written, I found it to be more predictable than the prior stories in the series, and that took away from my overall enjoyment of the hotness that was Pix and Dred.



From the first Second Circle Tattoo book, I've been in love with this universe, the rugged characters who have hidden depths, and the nicely paced way Ms. Cole has to deliver her stories. I was very curious about Pix and her backstory, and it was definitely dark and gritty, which, in turn made me fall even harder for her :) There were parts of the story that were supposed to be mysterious, though, and those were things I figured out within very few pages of meeting the characters or thinking about a specific set-up, and I was a bit let down that I managed to guess three major plot points before the end of the story.

That being said, Dred and Pix both deserved love, and their own story. I loved seeing more of both Trent and Cujo and their interactions both with their significant others and the other characters they hung out with. Also, an unexpected side-effect of The Purest Hook was that I now want more tattoos myself ;) Of course, it would greatly help if I found a tattoo artist who could more or less read my mind, so I could get something completely original, and also something that is inside my head...

Written in third person point of view, past tense, and with dialogues to die for, The Purest Hook showed both what Dred and Pix were thinking, which made it very easy to feel their love and their heartaches. Of course, if you're a Second Circle Tattoo fan, this book is definitely a must!



He wasn't really equipped to deliver on anything more than bedtime fun and hot conversation, but for once, he considered trying.

"When are you going to let me take you out, Pix?" he asked reaching for her. And as sleep claimed him, he could swear she answered with something about George Clooney becoming president.

Her face was ethereal, and fuck if he ever thought he'd use that word. Who knew he was a sucker for whiskey-color eyes? Especially large ones with dark eyelashes that curled upward without a trace of makeup. Hell, did she have freckles?