Let me just start with an image: Griffin, the kinky trust fund playboy, skipping through his mansion, wearing only Doc Marten boots and a kilt. Then he sits on the bed with his legs wide open. Sure enough, he's wearing his kilt in true Scottish fashion. He was a stitch-in-the-gut riot and an unexpected enjoyment. An example of his attitude is his directions to the kitchen. "...down the fuck-off big stairs in the middle, left at that stupid marble whatever that I want to get rid of but Mom would kill me if I did, past the dining room with the anal table, and the kitchen’s on the right." “The anal table?” Michael had asked. “Perfect height for anal sex..." Even his interactions with his butler were unforgettable. On a more somber note, there's a lot of Soren and Kingsley history revealed in this book. I knew the pair of them were conniving, but Soren's manipulations are without bounds (figuratively, of course). The ending with the reporter is ingenious. I've harbored an unhealthy love for Soren since the Seven Day Loan, but the cliffhanger brought me to my Soren-worshipping knees. Then there's Nora, more sexual, wicked, and brilliant than ever. TR has truly devised a masterful mind in her character. As intimidating and unmoral as she seems, she is equally passionate in her love and loyalty. I adore her. Kudos to TR for inventing such original and powerfully convincing anti-heroes. Note: Before starting this book, I recommend reading the preceding novels, in addition to these short stories: Little Red Riding Crop and Griffin in Wonderland.