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With a terrorist attack imminent in the city of London, Zak and Emma two MI5 operatives are called in to assess and deal with the threat. They have to work fast to gather intelligence, and avoid the deaths of hundreds, possibly thousands of innocent people. Not having worked together, neither of them were prepared for the instant attraction they felt. Nor were they prepared for the amount of devastation that could be caused. As the mission heats up, so does the temperature between their sheets.

Explosive Chemistry Zak Hardacre Dakota Storm 9781533370419 Books

Explosive Chemistry is supposed to be a thriller about investigating a potential terrorist attack somewhere in London. It’s up to Zak and Emma to foil the evil plot. Except they don’t seem to be in any hurry to do so. The first 3 pages of the book is nothing more than the hero’s reminiscing about his career, first with the military, then with British Intelligence. In minute and boring detail, he mentions every single branch, every single acronym, every single purpose of every single agency, including missions he went on and people he met. And the most ridiculous part? None of this has anything to do with the plot of this book.
This book contains nothing that is found in a well-written book. There is no character development and, despite the book’s title, NO chemistry between the hero and heroine. There is no conflict—the surveillance and take-down of the terrorists goes so smoothly, it’s almost like the bad guys are cooperating with the good guys. Like they’re following the good guys’ blueprint step by step. There are no plot twists or surprises that would jeopardize the mission or put the good guys in danger. Mainly because there is no plot.
Long paragraphs and long, run-on sentences are rife throughout. There are a lot of passages that are there for no other reason than to allow author Hardacre to show off his knowledge of weapons and WWII history. Again, none of that has anything to do with the plot. It’s just filler, like the first three pages. It is loaded with spelling, punctuation and grammatical errors. It was obviously not proof-read or edited by anyone. No editor worthy of the name would have spent more than thirty seconds skimming this book before reaching the conclusion that it was unsalvageable and tossing it in the trash.
This is supposed to be an erotic thriller. However, there is no “thriller” part. Unfortunately, there is no “erotic” part either. These authors seem to think that lots of over-the-top, raunchy sex scenes are all that’s needed to make a book “erotic”. They couldn’t be more wrong. They obviously have no idea what makes a scene erotic. Erotica that’s written correctly makes a visceral connection with the reader’s heart and mind and emotions. It mirrors the reader’s innermost desires. It is sensual, and arousing, and makes the reader long to be part of what’s happening. Long to feel everything the heroine (or hero) feels. Erotica turns readers on. This book couldn’t turn on a cat in heat.
In spite of that, at least 80% of this book is sex. Unfortunately, it’s so badly written, it’s either cringe-worthy or downright laughable. In their zeal to make this book “sexy”—or at least THEIR definition of “sexy”—Mr. Hardacre and Ms. Storm, have trolled the Urban Dictionary for every single slang expression for both male and female, um, “parts”, most of which are offensive, tacky, or so ludicrous they make you laugh out loud. And they use every single one of them in this book, sprinkling them with gleeful abandon throughout the narrative. Just think of every ridiculous slang word you’ve ever heard or used in your entire life and multiply it by a factor of 50. Actually, that may be too low. Did I mention that erotica isn’t supposed to make you laugh?
This book is not erotica. It’s not even romance. I would call it pornography, but it’s so bad, calling it that is actually an insult to pornography.
The characters in this book are flat, one-dimensional, cardboard cutouts. And, even though they are supposed to be on a critical mission, all they think about is sex. All they do, between brief stints surveilling the suspects, is have sex. By the end of the book you know absolutely nothing about them, except they are obsessed with sex. Oh. Wait. You also know that you don’t like them and you don’t care what happens to them.
Okay. Finally, the terrorists are about to strike. Zak and Emma have called in a back-up team, another couple. And while the two men are getting reacquainted (Yes, they’ve worked with each other before) over a couple of beers (Yes, you read that right. They’re drinking beers. Right before the most critical mission of their entire lives and careers), the two women, who’ve never met before, go off and have sex together. Frankly, by the time I got to this particular scene, I just skipped it completely. I couldn’t take any more.
The ending is so abrupt and meaningless, the reader is torn between, on the one hand, rejoicing that his/her ordeal is finally over and, on the other hand, wondering, “Huh?” It just STOPS! The terrorists are all dead (nobody seems to have been the least bit interested in keeping any of them alive so they could be questioned about other cells, other plots, other attacks. Nah, just kill ‘em all). Zak’s been shot twice, he and Emma are waiting for the ambulance, they declare their undying, eternal love. THE END.
Can I just say something about the cover? On nearly every erotic novel cover out there, the hero is either gazing directly into the heroine’s eyes, or they’re in a clinch of some sort. Either way, the two characters are connecting with each other, either physically or emotionally. His sole focus is on her. On the cover of Explosive Chemistry, Emma is connecting physically with Zak by pressing against him, pushing his arms up over his head, and pressing them against a wall. He, on the other hand, isn’t paying the least bit of attention to her. He’s too busy checking out his reflection in the mirror. Making this, imho, one of those rare cases where you actually CAN tell a book by its cover.
Explosive Chemistry is a prime example of the perils and pitfalls of the self-publishing craze sweeping the book world. Any third-rate hack can write a book like this, find a cheesy cover, submit it to an online publisher and call himself a published author. Calling himself an author, however, doesn’t actually make him one. Talent is what makes an author, and these authors have none. Don’t waste your money or time on this book

Product details Paperback 66 pages Publisher CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (May 27, 2016) Language English ISBN-10 1533370419

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Explosive Chemistry Zak Hardacre Dakota Storm 9781533370419 Books Reviews

Zac Hardacre gives the reader a very strong plot and lots of action in the bedroom and in the Special Forces scenes. I enjoy the explicit love scenes but crave the military action adrenaline that flows through his books.
Zak’s knowledge of British intelligence shines in this story. A novel about two MI5 operatives working together for the first time. The story follows when they first meet up at Carmichael’s office. The instant attraction between Zak and Emma was there from the word go. As the mission became more dangerous, the closer they become. The characters are well-developed throughout the story. The sizzling sex scenes made the book a enticing read.
One of the worst books I've ever had the misfortune of reading. Well, eventually skimming. And then thanking all that's holy for Unlimited. Unless you need a good laugh, don't waste those precious hours of your life.
Well balanced story of suspense and sex. Zak & Dakota have created a sexy story centered around events happening even today. The characters are believable with a bit of wit and sex appeal.
I liked it. Not the best book in the world but it had something, ya know, the "it" factor. Endearing, charming, funny though unintentional. I think Zak the character needs more books, a series of them. 🤓
For the most part, this was a decent story with lots of sex. There were a few times I just had to breeze through the paragraphs because they were dull and didn't provide anything to the story.

I'm guessing this is an earlier work or one thrown together quickly, because I've read some of Zak's other works.

Read in a little over an hour. Once you get through the muck of the mundane details, the sex scenes are pretty good.
Explosive Chemistry is supposed to be a thriller about investigating a potential terrorist attack somewhere in London. It’s up to Zak and Emma to foil the evil plot. Except they don’t seem to be in any hurry to do so. The first 3 pages of the book is nothing more than the hero’s reminiscing about his career, first with the military, then with British Intelligence. In minute and boring detail, he mentions every single branch, every single acronym, every single purpose of every single agency, including missions he went on and people he met. And the most ridiculous part? None of this has anything to do with the plot of this book.
This book contains nothing that is found in a well-written book. There is no character development and, despite the book’s title, NO chemistry between the hero and heroine. There is no conflict—the surveillance and take-down of the terrorists goes so smoothly, it’s almost like the bad guys are cooperating with the good guys. Like they’re following the good guys’ blueprint step by step. There are no plot twists or surprises that would jeopardize the mission or put the good guys in danger. Mainly because there is no plot.
Long paragraphs and long, run-on sentences are rife throughout. There are a lot of passages that are there for no other reason than to allow author Hardacre to show off his knowledge of weapons and WWII history. Again, none of that has anything to do with the plot. It’s just filler, like the first three pages. It is loaded with spelling, punctuation and grammatical errors. It was obviously not proof-read or edited by anyone. No editor worthy of the name would have spent more than thirty seconds skimming this book before reaching the conclusion that it was unsalvageable and tossing it in the trash.
This is supposed to be an erotic thriller. However, there is no “thriller” part. Unfortunately, there is no “erotic” part either. These authors seem to think that lots of over-the-top, raunchy sex scenes are all that’s needed to make a book “erotic”. They couldn’t be more wrong. They obviously have no idea what makes a scene erotic. Erotica that’s written correctly makes a visceral connection with the reader’s heart and mind and emotions. It mirrors the reader’s innermost desires. It is sensual, and arousing, and makes the reader long to be part of what’s happening. Long to feel everything the heroine (or hero) feels. Erotica turns readers on. This book couldn’t turn on a cat in heat.
In spite of that, at least 80% of this book is sex. Unfortunately, it’s so badly written, it’s either cringe-worthy or downright laughable. In their zeal to make this book “sexy”—or at least THEIR definition of “sexy”—Mr. Hardacre and Ms. Storm, have trolled the Urban Dictionary for every single slang expression for both male and female, um, “parts”, most of which are offensive, tacky, or so ludicrous they make you laugh out loud. And they use every single one of them in this book, sprinkling them with gleeful abandon throughout the narrative. Just think of every ridiculous slang word you’ve ever heard or used in your entire life and multiply it by a factor of 50. Actually, that may be too low. Did I mention that erotica isn’t supposed to make you laugh?
This book is not erotica. It’s not even romance. I would call it pornography, but it’s so bad, calling it that is actually an insult to pornography.
The characters in this book are flat, one-dimensional, cardboard cutouts. And, even though they are supposed to be on a critical mission, all they think about is sex. All they do, between brief stints surveilling the suspects, is have sex. By the end of the book you know absolutely nothing about them, except they are obsessed with sex. Oh. Wait. You also know that you don’t like them and you don’t care what happens to them.
Okay. Finally, the terrorists are about to strike. Zak and Emma have called in a back-up team, another couple. And while the two men are getting reacquainted (Yes, they’ve worked with each other before) over a couple of beers (Yes, you read that right. They’re drinking beers. Right before the most critical mission of their entire lives and careers), the two women, who’ve never met before, go off and have sex together. Frankly, by the time I got to this particular scene, I just skipped it completely. I couldn’t take any more.
The ending is so abrupt and meaningless, the reader is torn between, on the one hand, rejoicing that his/her ordeal is finally over and, on the other hand, wondering, “Huh?” It just STOPS! The terrorists are all dead (nobody seems to have been the least bit interested in keeping any of them alive so they could be questioned about other cells, other plots, other attacks. Nah, just kill ‘em all). Zak’s been shot twice, he and Emma are waiting for the ambulance, they declare their undying, eternal love. THE END.
Can I just say something about the cover? On nearly every erotic novel cover out there, the hero is either gazing directly into the heroine’s eyes, or they’re in a clinch of some sort. Either way, the two characters are connecting with each other, either physically or emotionally. His sole focus is on her. On the cover of Explosive Chemistry, Emma is connecting physically with Zak by pressing against him, pushing his arms up over his head, and pressing them against a wall. He, on the other hand, isn’t paying the least bit of attention to her. He’s too busy checking out his reflection in the mirror. Making this, imho, one of those rare cases where you actually CAN tell a book by its cover.
Explosive Chemistry is a prime example of the perils and pitfalls of the self-publishing craze sweeping the book world. Any third-rate hack can write a book like this, find a cheesy cover, submit it to an online publisher and call himself a published author. Calling himself an author, however, doesn’t actually make him one. Talent is what makes an author, and these authors have none. Don’t waste your money or time on this book