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Thursday, December 24, 2015

Book Review: Review: The V Girl by Mya Robarts + giveaway

The V Girl
by Mya Robarts
Genre: Mature YA dystopia, Dystopian romance, NA dystopia,
Coming of age
Publisher: V press
June 2015
Number of pages:370
Word Count: 106500
Cover Artist: Kitfoster
In post-apocalyptic North America, rape and sexual slavery are legal. Lila Velez, desperately wants to lose her virginity before the troops visit her town, and can take it away by force. She makes plans to seduce her only friend, Rey, the most attractive man in her town. Lila does not love him, but he is the only man who has shown her true affection, an affection she is willing to take as a substitute of love.

Lila’s coping mechanism to her mother’s violent attack is her secret. A secret that will bring her closer to Aleksey F├╝rst, a foreign, broody man that she distrusts because his links to the troops and his rough, yet irresistible appearance. He offers Lila an alternative to her plans, a possibility that terrifies her…and tempts her in spite of herself.

All the while Lila will have to find a way to live in the constant company of death, slavery, starvation, sexual abuse and the danger of losing the people she loves the most.

Due to strong language, violent scenes and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Lila is 18-years-old and she lives with her father and twin brother and sister in Starville, a small town in the dystopian future. Her father no longer has legs and uses a cart to get around. Soldiers did that to him when they attacked her mother. The twins are eleven, but talk about subjects that are way beyond their age range—like sex. But this is a world of war where soldiers take a tonic that supersizes them and makes them practically indestructible. They also become insatiable for sex. It is a world where they are allowed to rape with no consequences and use this when they come to town for recruitment for visitants (prostitutes) and soldiers. It is apparent that they prefer virgins in this recruitment. And so, Lila is looking to be deflowered before this happens as she is the right age. She looks to her best friend, Rey, who is priest-like in his morals and would rather marry her before he takes his conjugal rights. She wants to lose her virginity and no longer be called V-Girl.

Into this mix comes a new head of the police force (they are neutral and take neither the Patriots’ or Nationals’ side in the war), Aleksey Furst. He is seven feet tall, has long blonde hair and is attractive to many of the single women in town. Even to Lila, though she will not admit it. Both she and Aleksey learn things about each other, and she finds more and more what a good man he is. And yet, she feels she cannot trust him. Let herself be made love to by him. When they do make love, he always stops when she becomes frantic. I know she is young and went through a lot in this nightmarish dystopian world, but there are times I like to shake her for not seeing how the hero cares for her. And I admit a little discomfort in how the twins talk about sex like adults would. But that is this book. Uncomfortable and yet, it grabs you. Makes you read on. And that is what makes this a good read, the stark discomfort and yet, the love story that is there, showing hope in a bleak world.

I give The V Girl 5 sheep.

Pamela K. Kinney


Just then I hear sounds above the current noise. Steps on the river beach. I’m barely armed not to mention undressed and unprepared. My razors might keep Starville peeping toms at bay, but they’ll be useless against soldiers.
I hear steps approaching and I wade away. In no time I find myself far from where I left my clothes. My best chance to safely get out of this situation is to avoid a fight. I can remain hidden if I move to the other side of the river behind the rocks. If soldiers see me so vulnerable and naked, I’m doomed.
I need to hurry. I have to head home soon and make sure my dad and siblings are safe.
The steps sound like they come from only one person but I can’t be sure. As they sound closer, I notice they come from my right.
I don’t know what I’m more afraid of: the intruder being an armed soldier or the fact of being caught so exposed.
Trying to not splash attract attention, I put distance between me and the steps. Hiding behind some bushes and rocks, I submerge myself, leaving only my head above the water line.
I stand still. Several minutes pass and I hear nothing. When I consider it safe to leave my hiding place, I swim, splashing as little as I can.
Then I notice something that makes my heart skip a beat.
I’m not the only person here. There’s someone else treading the water. I can’t see how many people are around, but I can hear as someone else splashes.
A feel of panic rushes hot through my veins.
I’m surprised no one’s attacked me yet. Haven’t they seen me? Does the splashing come from Starvillers hiding from the shots as well?
For a moment there’s only silence. Then another shot startles me and I fight my body to keep calm. I swim as fast as I can, not caring about silence anymore. Better to put distance between myself and my possible enemies. The water and the current make my escape slow. I reach a point where the water is only at my knees and I’m hiding behind a trunk.
Then I see him.
A young man, so tall and built that for a moment, I think he’s Sasquatch minus the fur. The water only covers him around the thighs. No one in Starville, not even Rey, is so big or built. His strong muscles reveal years of military training and hint at the drug use that makes Patriot soldiers so inhumanly tall and big. Wet strands of sandy blond hair run down his broad shoulders. A tattoo on his back tells me he has been in combat and is to be respected. A soldier! Something tells me he’s alone.
My stomach clenches in panic. I’m terrified of Patriot soldiers. They are sadistic giants and killing machines. The tonics they take to build their muscles and stature make them extremely dangerous and violent. And horny.
I lose sight of him for a moment. He emerges in a different spot where the water is deeper. He is so tall, the water covers only up his waist while he’s standing. He must be at least seven feet tall. When he moves I can see his most private areas. Every part of him is enormous.
He’s in the very spot I left my clothes. I could wait for him to go, but what if others come to join him? What if they plan to camp here? I want to go home to check on my dad and the twins. The possibility of being discovered with no one to witness when he rapes me makes the hairs on the back of my neck prick. I won’t wait for the coast to be clear, risking discovery and gang rape.
He doesn’t seem to be in attack mode. The soldier is inclined and rubbing foam around his huge torso. He is bathing! I suspect he has a good reason to be unbothered by the shots. If he’s not startled, it’s likely whoever’s making the racket will take his side.
Suppressing the fear that runs through my veins, I force my mind to remain focused. For a moment, I consider attacking him while he’s so naked and defenseless. I’ve been practicing knife throwing with my rebel group. But I’m still learning and suck at it. I rarely hit the target. Besides, Sasquatch’s nakedness and apparent relaxed behavior are deceiving. I’m armed while bathing, so he probably is too. What if he alerts his companions?
I don’t stand a chance fighting against a trained unit of steroid-injected soldiers. At this moment my only advantage is my knowledge of the hiding places of this river. And stealth. I can do stealth.
He’s blocking the only way to get my clothes and the safer spot to get out of the river. There’s a gargantuan rock behind him that reaches not far from where I’m hiding. If I could climb it unseen, I could get back my clothes and escape. The only other option is to swim to the other side, where the current is too strong.
The soldier submerges frequently and emerges several minutes after. I pay attention to the soldier’s face. He looks extremely sad. Sadness isn’t an emotion I associate with soldiers.
When he rubs his face with foam and closes his eyes, I silently approach the low part of the current and climb the rock. I’m still naked and holding a knife awkwardly. If I can pass him, I’ll hide on the other side and then dress completely unnoticed.
I put my foot on the base of the rock. The water has made it smooth and slippery. There are few places to put my fingers and climb on. But I manage to climb my way up.
When I’m almost at the top, I toss my knife over the rock to free my hands. From here I can confirm the soldier is by himself.
Sasquatch is back under the water now and hasn’t resurfaced for a while. In spite of the danger, I’m impressed. He has lung capacity.
The higher I climb, the less visible I become to him. He finally emerges to take air, but I hide until he goes back under.
I’m close to my goal when my feet become slippery traitors.
I fall to the water below me.
Butt first. Straight toward the soldier’s head.

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Mya Robarts is a bookaholic who regrets nothing.
She spent years trying to become a contemporary dance choreographer. Eventually she realized that she enjoyed writing her stories rather than dancing to them.
Robarts is obsessed with books that present damaged characters, swoon-worthy guys, controversial topics and happy endings.

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  1. I am glad you enjoyed it, but it is certainly not for me.

  2. Great review. I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I read it a while ago and really liked it. My only problem was that my copy was very poorly edited and it took away from the story. :\

    1. Hi Kristin!
      Last week I uploaded a free-of-errors version of the book. You can update your Kindle or Kobo copy and get this "second edition". I worked hard to edit the book before publishing, but it wasn't until much later that these mistakes were called to my attention and I fixed it to the best of my abilities and hired a second group of editors to work on them.

      Thanks for mentioning this.

  3. Thank you for your honest review and for hosting the tour.