Penelope Fletcher's Smolder is an entertaining read if you are willing to suspend any expectation of realistic behaviour (and I don't just mean because it is fantasy). Marina and Koen are another stunning example of insta-love, granted it's also a case of instant hate too. The whole scenario is made more ridiculous by the fact that she is COMPLETELY unfazed by the fact that he is a dragon. This is where my sense of realism is stretched beyond it's brink. Marina isn't afraid of anything. She is too brash, to fearless, and too loyal to a man she just met. But still it's entertaining enough if you just roll with the punches.
I was even willing to ignore the book's desperate need for an editor, because though noticeable it wasn't all that distracting. What I was not willing to overlooks is the fact that it ends on a cliffhanger...no that isn't right. I don't consider it a cliffhanger. Yes, the final page of the book is ultra suspenseful, but it isn't an ending. Marina is literally halfway through the quest she set out on. That's not a cliffhanger, that's half of a book! Yes ,Smolder is appropriately long, at roughly 250 pages, but it's only half a story. When did this become the accepted norm? It makes me mad. If I take the time to read 250 pages I expect some sort of conclusion as a payoff before having to wait for the second instalment. I didn't get that here and I am not a happy camper. Still, I want to know how the story ends so should the second one come out before I forget about having read this one I will pick it up.