This book would have made more sense (????) if the gas was just testosterone and not all sex hormones. It's probably for the best that this book is hard to find and I definitely recommend it to no one.

Truly appalling! ( )

Sexy SF

This is the most perverted book you'll ever read. Period. It's like somebody heard the Aristocrats joke and thought, "Hey, that would make a great novel."

An accident at a military research facility results in a giant cloud of gas settling over London, a gas that increases hormonal output and decreases impulse control, essentially turning anyone that breathes it into a violent sex-crazed lunatic. The book follows Vincent, a survivor of the initial accident, as he races to pick up his wife and children and escape with them to Scotland before all hell breaks loose. The gas is quicker, however, and Vincent finds himself confronting new people and situations, each one more dangerous and perverse than the last, even as he struggles to resist the overwhelming urges brought on by the gas.

What it all boils down to is a colorful no-holds-barred romp through a world gone sex-crazed and blood-simple. Platt outdoes himself with the range and scope of this crazy mess of sex and violence, all the while giving you believable characters (maybe too believable) and a run-for-your-life adventure that will keep you involved and invested in the outcome. It's also extremely gruesome and repulsive. Every time you think you can't be shocked or caught of guard, another chapter comes up and slaps you in the face. And the ending... don't get me started on the ending. Even in the modern age of "dark web" message boards and erotic fan fiction, this book is guaranteed to surprise you at least once. If that sounds like fun to you, then have at it. But be warned: it gets sticky. ( )

This book is brilliant, but disturbing. It's erotica, but it contains virtually every kink known to the species. I really didn't enjoy it, but for some inexplicable reason I'm glad somebody wrote it. ( )