// REVIEW \\ Smoke

Smoke (Special Agent BDSM, #2) by C.P. Mandara

This ends on a doozy of a cliffhanger, but thankfully book #3 is already available!

The book isn’t a stand alone read and currently there are 4 books in the series, with more to follow. If the rest of the books are as gripping and well written as this, then I will definitely be continuing with the series until the end.

Whilst I guessed one of the twists fairly early on, to be honest it didn’t make any difference to my enjoyment because it just added to the suspense of waiting for Lois/Thirty Eight to discover the truth! There were also still plenty of unexpected twists and C.P. Mandara’s writing fills your head with so many possibilities and ideas that it is impossible to predict what will happen next.

I seemed to get into this book more than I did Sparks , I think it’s because we got to the ‘Carte Blanche’ part that I was itching for. In a similar fashion to the Pony Tales series, this book is more along the lines of erotica. There are a couple of occasions where Lois is subjected to abuse, but as we don’t experience the scenes first hand the book didn’t feel too dark.

The best thing is that whilst I can picture how the series might end, I have zero idea of where the journey in between will take us. What I do know is that it’s a journey I’m 100% intent on taking.

SYNOPSIS

I’ve been sold to Alain Dumortier. I was delivered to his doorstep naked as the day I was born, and two weeks later I haven’t got a stitch of clothing to my name.

This should have been an easy assignment. Get in, have him fall under my spell, grab every little piece of intel I can find, and then assassinate him. They were simple instructions, and ones I’d followed countless times before. What could go wrong?

Just about everything. Alain’s kept me imprisoned and drugged up to my eyeballs. The mind games he’s playing are nearly my undoing, but it’s hard battling a body that’s full of barbiturates or opium. There’s one more problem, too.

I think I’m falling in love with the bastard.

And that was how our story began. Little did I realise, but even though I was half in love with James back then, I would soon forget all about him in less than two weeks time. As unbelievable as it sounds, it was the truth. When the doors of Carte Blanche opened for me, they would strip my world bare, and I’ve never been a girl who was fond of black and white. Though James had tried his best to warn me, it wasn’t until I was on the road of no return that I realised I had made the biggest mistake of my life. All alone, and with no one to turn to, I’d made my bed, but lying in it was almost impossible. Alain Dumortier was out for blood.

Mine.