Not So Kind Regards

I’ll admit, I went into *Not So Kind Regards* expecting another run-of-the-mill monster romance—boy, was I wrong. Clio Evans writes office politics like a knife fight, where every email could be a hex and every performance review might end in a bite mark. The real standout here is the narration: Lexi Evans’ Inferna is a revelation, delivering lines with the kind of deadpan menace that makes you laugh even as she’s threatening to flay someone alive. Lance West, meanwhile, nails Art’s ‘I’m not arrogant, I’m just *always right*’ energy, though I’ll dock half a point for his Calen occasionally veering into *too* breathy—like he’s perpetually on the verge of fainting, which undercuts the character’s moments of steel. The story’s pacing is where things get interesting. The first act hums with slow-burn tension—corporate sabotage, witchy intrigue, and a truly *unhinged* team-building exercise—but the middle sagged slightly under the weight of its own lore. (Do we *really* need a 10-minute infodump about interspecies HR policies? Maybe not.) That said, the payoff is worth it: the final act delivers a menage scene so charged with power dynamics and pent-up resentment that I had to pause and fan myself. The production quality is top-notch, with subtle soundscapes (a flickering fluorescent light here, a distant howl there) that immerse you without overwhelming the narration. If you love your erotica with a side of sharp social commentary—and a demon who could out-maneuver Miranda Priestly—this is your next listen. Just maybe don’t play it on your commute unless you’re *very* comfortable with your coworkers hearing ‘*I’ll ruin you*—and not in the fun way.’