If every person’s heartthrob fantasies actually existed in another dimension, in a world that can be found between twilight and lost consciousness, would that mean all nightmares are real, too? Deep in the subconscious, where dreams interact with the living of this world, so many beautiful moments and pleasures can be found. What would happen if those dreams began infiltrating the waking hours of world’s existence?
Connor is a warrior of his world, fighting to protect its existence while also fulfilling the nocturnal pleasures found in many decadent dreams. His mission: to reach his commander, hidden in exile on
Earth, and inform him of the evil horrors the Elder Guardians have set loose upon the
planet. By subjecting Elders to dream threads that were not protected, some have
been unexpectedly become infected by nightmares: their eyes turned all black, claws and fangs began to grow, they became homicidal, their bodies even gained shocking strength.
Worst of all was the loss of the essence of the Elder.
Stacey Daniels: house-sitter, distraught single mother, student and best friend to
the key, is ready for a weekend to have her cry out.
Plans change when a Viking-wannabe-sex-god shows up on her doorstep and insists he is staying the night. Though regrets may later surface, Stacey and Connor are both unprepared to feel a connection that extends beyond the physical—too bad reality has a way of giving false comfort.
Connor is determined to protect his friends and Stacey from the monstrosities heading their way. Knowing her vulnerability, Connor hopes Stacey will stay behind when the heat turns up and evil comes knocking on the door. Sadly, the puzzle isn’t fitting quite right, despite the combined efforts of many.Their strategy may have been wrong from the start because they have misidentified the enemy’s primary target.
Sylvia Day’s writing style is reminiscent of Sherrill Quinn and Shannon K. Butcher. Mixed within the monotonous storyline are multiple bewildering sections meant to contribute to character and world development, but
they are easily lost upon the reader. This lack of fluidity leaves the whole novel wanting in its development and flow. For a filler book, Heat of the Night has enough
oomph to be mildly entertaining if given the patience to get through the slow parts.