My hackles went up at — and this is not an exaggeration — the metaphor, “Telling a woman she’s pretty keeps her happy like giving a dog a biscuit,” became irritated when the protag started going on tangents about the sexual fantasies he had every time a new female character was introduced, and then hit my ragequit point when the Femme Fatale seduced the protag only to regret it and accuse him of rape the next morning, because bitches, man, out to ruin good men with their wily sex powers and false rape accusations, they have it too good.
I wanted to like this book so badly. Everything else was so good. But I am not indulging this lolrape bull.