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A review by eloquentmuse
Kidnapped by the Krampus by Emily Shore
Did not finish book. Stopped at 30%.
Possible Spoilers I guess…
Well, folks, I walked into this one expecting a “holiday monster romantic fantasy.” The cover promised me Krampus with feelings, maybe a festive love story involving some creatively placed tinsel. What I got instead was… uh… let’s just say Krampus forgot the romance and brought a very different kind of sack.
This isn’t a holiday story. It’s a horror story with smut. Scratch that—calling this “smut” is generous. Smut usually has a plot. Maybe a cheeky banter scene, some light emotional connection, even a character arc. This? This is pure monster porn with just enough context to make me question my life choices.
We start with Twyla, a journalist sent to interview Krampus, who is both the CEO and the main attraction of “Krampus World.” Twyla, armed with no self-preservation instinct and even less brainpower, finds herself whisked off to another dimension with this festive fiend. That’s about where I stopped—around 30% in—because by then I still couldn’t tell you anyone’s personality, but I could give you a detailed rundown of Twyla’s questionable decision-making skills and Krampus’s… erm… talents.
I’m not rating this because I didn’t finish, but I will say this: If you came for plot or even vaguely likable characters, keep moving. If you came for 100% unfiltered, unapologetic monster erotica… well, Merry Christmas, I guess?
Well, folks, I walked into this one expecting a “holiday monster romantic fantasy.” The cover promised me Krampus with feelings, maybe a festive love story involving some creatively placed tinsel. What I got instead was… uh… let’s just say Krampus forgot the romance and brought a very different kind of sack.
This isn’t a holiday story. It’s a horror story with smut. Scratch that—calling this “smut” is generous. Smut usually has a plot. Maybe a cheeky banter scene, some light emotional connection, even a character arc. This? This is pure monster porn with just enough context to make me question my life choices.
We start with Twyla, a journalist sent to interview Krampus, who is both the CEO and the main attraction of “Krampus World.” Twyla, armed with no self-preservation instinct and even less brainpower, finds herself whisked off to another dimension with this festive fiend. That’s about where I stopped—around 30% in—because by then I still couldn’t tell you anyone’s personality, but I could give you a detailed rundown of Twyla’s questionable decision-making skills and Krampus’s… erm… talents.
I’m not rating this because I didn’t finish, but I will say this: If you came for plot or even vaguely likable characters, keep moving. If you came for 100% unfiltered, unapologetic monster erotica… well, Merry Christmas, I guess?
Content Warnings
Graphic: Rape and Sexual assault
Moderate: Kidnapping