Wordless, and with her own eyes gleaming a strange darkness as if I’d infected her with my vileness, she trailed after me. It was just the night time shadows, although the idea of her joining me in my murderous, lecherous world was intriguing.
For those that don’t know, this is the conclusion to the story that began in Used, the book that made suitcases a trigger for me. Whilst this can read standalone, reading it definitely works so much better if you read Used first, imparting a clearer understanding of what went before. There are also references to what (I believe) was a fairly brief scene in Wolfe, but you definitely don’t need to have read that one to follow the plot of this.
Mesmers are men infected by a virus allowing him the ability to control the minds of susceptible women. It also brings out – enhances? – any darkness that resides in his soul, and boy does Isak have an abundance of that. I absolutely hated him by the end of Used, though thankfully he does travel the path to redemption in ISAK & Red. At the start of the book he is still very much a monster, a man with no redeeming features at all. Even his obsession for Red is riddled with evil, with him not truly caring about her welfare at all.
I had taken Red and used her like a toilet roll to assuage desires, then thrown her away until I wanted her again. A human man was more than lust. Should be more. Yet the sadism called me. The blushing reds striping her ass. The minute trickles of blood. The straining of her mouth and her whimpers as I whipped her then made her come in almost the same second.
As the story progresses circumstances, and a concussion, bring Isak to a new awareness. A new consciousness and conscience – almost. Despite having free reign, the monster in him remains unsatisfied, feels discontent. The world is boring, bland, colourless, an amorphous blur even when he lets his most base, most deviant, most perverted desires run free. So Isak embarks on a journey to regain (some of) his humanity, but it’s a path littered with pain, fear and whippings, well it is if your name happens to be Red.
Don’t. This way lies death. Did it, though? Crux point. Pivotal point. Go this way or go that way. Is this what I wanted? I didn’t like the fear I saw in Red. Or the amount of fear to be precise. I liked fear, just not this stark intensity. I did not like the me that had made this happen. Stopping myself though was entirely different.
As some of the old –the real? – Isak emerges, Red finds herself starting to like him. And therein lies a conundrum, after everything he has made her endure – the suffering, the humiliation, the degradation – how can she ever forgive and forget? The scorching hot, kinky sex and mind-blowing orgasms go some way to persuading her, but even that isn’t quite enough to do the job. Red miscalculated in the past, she seriously underestimated the threat Isak posed to her very sanity and wellbeing. Thankfully this is a girl who has learnt from her mistakes, but untangling herself from the web she is caught in will not be easy.
Could the drug do this? Could it make him think like a normal-ish man? I did not know. He might by lying. I wished he wasn’t but wishes weren’t real.
I found myself as easily captured by this story as a woman entranced by a Mesmer. I didn’t want to put it down, mesmerised by the writing and curious as to what would happen next. And I wasn’t ever disappointed. We are given adventure, action, sex, kink and a bad, bad man who is so very good at certain things. Plus a pretty awesome heroine too. For those who don’t mind darker themes in there stories and kink, this is a great story.
Little did she know how close I had come to being bad. Being good was not easy.
Burn out the bad to get to the good. Red belongs to Isak. She has survived and become his talisman, reminding him of what he once was – a vaguely good and normal man – even as he drags her around the world, using her. He still has the big suitcase and sometimes he needs to see his toy in there. Holding her hand will never make Red forget the killings, the depravity, the madness. Can a monster ever turn back into a man? He must be f***ing joking.
Guaranteed to contain dark themes, a HEA, and triggers. The continuing story of Isak and Red from Used.
The Game (The Game #1-7) by L.P. Lovell and Stevie J. Cole
I was intrigued by my original review for this book, could only remember very vague parts of the plot, so decided to give it a re-read via Kindle Unlimited. The re-read didn’t quite live up to my expectations, and I found myself downgrading the books rating.
I was disappointed by the number of editing errors in this, given that sufficient time has elapsed, since it was first release, for updates to have been made. Whilst I still enjoyed the story and appreciated how well the authors ratcheted up the tension – you certainly feel on edge frequently through this story – I did find myself rolling my eyes at how far fetched parts of it were. I also found myself skimming parts, particularly the overly long and overly frequent sex scenes. I mean, yes they were hot, but the book would have been half the original length if they were all deleted from the manuscript!
I would kinda maybe recommend it still. Eh, it’s worth a try!
~~~~And if you’re interested here is my original review~~~~
I feel like I could give this both 1 star and 5 stars for a whole variety of reasons, which I will try and explain.
I’ve never read any work by either author and from the little bit of blurb I was expecting a book along the lines of JA Huss’ “Taking Turns”. Oh boy was I wrong. The book is seriously dark, savagely twisted and morally corrupt. So dark it was like coal. At times I felt like you do when you pass a serious car crash… you don’t want to look, you know you shouldn’t look but somehow your eyes are drawn to the carnage. I’ve read other dark books (e.g. Comfort Food by Kitty Thomas and Beast by A. Zavarelli) but this makes those look like a child’s bedtime story. It almost needs to come with a warning – and is not a book for the faint-hearted. Oh and I’m not referring to the sex – some of which is taboo and all of which is steamy. No I’m talking about the mind f***ery that goes with this book.
I both loved and hated this at the same time. Parts of me said ‘as if you’d make that choice’ whilst another part said ‘who knows what you’d do in the same situation as Ella’. A part of me thought ‘as if you’d really be able to set up those games/get away with them’ and that other voice replied ‘who really knows when you have untold wealth and the power that brings’. I frequently questioned why I was reading the book and yet I kept on doing so.
I also felt there were many unanswered questions. Were there only ever the same three men involved? How many other games had been played? Did games overlap or run one straight after the other? And quite frankly how did these men actually keep their business afloat as they seemed to spend more time ‘playing’ than they did working? Had Three purely set up the game just because of Ella? There was an attempt to explain why he had wanted Ella to play the game but I was confused as to what he wanted to shape her into and what he truly wanted/expected to happen. Also if he was so obsessed with her why Day 3’s game?
The only true explanation I could come up with for why they played ‘The Game’ was very unpleasant and made me really dislike those taking part. We’re richer than you (hence more powerful) so we’re superior to you also appeared to be another unpleasant theme.
I didn’t feel any love or romance or ‘normal’ caring in this book at all and the epilogue chilled me even further and almost made my stomach turn. I did feel the love between Ella and Tobias though.
And yet I gave this 4 stars. If I hadn’t had those unanswered questions I would have rated this 5 stars. Why? Because it is an extremely well written book and despite reading this almost as I would watch a horror film (through my fingers and hiding behind a cushion) I wanted to know how the story would end. I wanted to see how The Game would end and whether there would be a HEA. The characters were not necessarily likeable or pleasant but they were believable, intriguing and captivating. The Game is meant to mess with Ella’s mind and the book certainly did the same to mine. Unique plot line isn’t in it, and part of me is almost thankful for that.
I think this is one of those books that I’ll need to read again at least once to fully appreciate the story. It’s a good book, it’s an amazing read, I would recommend it but ONLY if you don’t mind how deep into the murky depths of human depravity this will take you.
What would you do for one million dollars? Or rather, what wouldn’t you do? Would you play a game? One contract. Two Guys. Three players. Four Strikes. Five rules. Six zeros. Seven days. No safe words. No questions. Complete submission. Are you game?
Guilty Pleasures (Pleasure House #1) by Kitty Thomas
“Scorching hot and satisfyingly twisted“
Her panties were soaked again. She wasn’t in the best position to make a rational decision. Most people weren’t when they were that horny, or they wouldn’t make half the stupid sexual choices they made.
Despite guessing the twist from the off (since there’s plenty of foreshadowing), I still absolutely loved this book. The richness and enjoyment of watching, of experiencing, Vivian’s battles with her submission was quite simply captivating. Added to that the excitement of wondering just how the twist would play out, how Vivian would react to the revelation had me on edge too. This is very much a story of forced submission, if that doesn’t float your particular boat then this might not be for you. Vivian, however, is a very repressed submissive though, so her conflict comes much less from what she is subjected to and much more from allowingherself to accept her feelings and desires.
As is so very common in a Kitty Thomas book, this is unusual in that there isn’t a clear “hero” character, nor is there a traditional HEA. Not really a HFN. In fact I think we need a new acronym of KVOHEAWTHGWSN – “Kitty’s Version Of Happy Ever After Where The Heroine Gets What She Needs.” I found my feelings of Michael, Gabe, Lyndsay and Anton very much reflected how Vivian felt about them, because we only have her perspective, her feelings and emotions to guide us on both characters and events. It’s capture/rape fantasy at it’s finest, a smorgasbord of everything our lusting little hearts and minds could desire. Those who don’t have these kind of fantasies, or who are as in denial about it as Vivian is, might feel that this is abuse, that it is degrading and criminal. As Vivian learnt, there should be no guilt or embarrassment in admitting and indulging in those baser desires, however “wrong” society tells us they are.
In terms of captive romances this was not as harsh or violent as some. Gabe, Anton and Lyndsay might torment and punish Vivian, but no more than one would expect from a consensual BDSM relationship. That line of consent is incredibly smudged and blurry, it is crossed but at the same time it isn’t crossed. Vivian may have had options but they were very much a Hobson’s choice of between the devil and the deep blue sea. What is clear is that her “true” self is fully onboard, but social conditioning and moral obligations hold her back.
The sex scenes are scorching hot, kinky and depraved, and even when she was punished the men made sure she was never scared. This quote here nicely sums up the feel, the ethos one could say, of the book.
“I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not the point of this exercise. I’m training you to like this, not be terrified of it for the rest of your life.”
Lindsay Smith, Guilty Pleasures
Talk about killing with kindness, though this was more breaking down inhibitions and repression with pleasure and orgasms. I’ve now got a complete hankering to read the next book in this series… but then I do find Kitty Thomas’ work to be utterly addictive.
Vivian Delaney leads a life of privilege, but behind closed doors she feels isolated and trapped in a gilded cage. Unable to achieve sexual pleasure with her husband, she finds herself in the capable hands of Anton, a massage therapist intent on awakening her to her full sexual potential. By any means necessary.
This is a book that has been around for a little while, and when you read reviews you soon find out it’s a marmite book. It divides readers firmly into love it or hate it camps, which to me is a sign of great writing. A lot of the haters can’t accept the ending, many of them find the kink/darkness goes a step too far, others mentioned it was the ‘x‘ Kitty Thomas book they had read and hated. I do have to question why people continue to read an author they don’t ‘get’. Is it just so they can leave scathing reviews of a genre (dark capture fantasy) that they clearly disagree with?
I bought my copy a while ago, as part of a box set, The Capture Fantasy Collection. A Goodreads friend recommended it to me back in October last year. I had every intention of reading it then, but an over commitment to arc reading soon put paid to those plans! I’ve since stepped back from the majority of my arc teams, remaining on those where the authors only release a couple of books a year or where I love their work so much I need it asap.
One of those authors is Kitty Thomas, and it was reading The Escape Artist that triggered a need in me for more of her work. So I dug out the book that had languished untouched on my kindle for far too long, and jumped in.
Is this a romance? I’m not sure it is, and that ending…. my word I can’t remember the last time I felt that sad at how a story finished. Yet I loved the story, I devoured it in the same way Luke and the guys devour Ronnie’s milk. I gulped it down greedily and quite simply couldn’t get enough.
I’ll be honest, I read spoilers for this book and you know what? I’m glad I did. Forewarned is forearmed and all that jazz (and jizz). I knew this wasn’t going to be a ‘traditional’ happy ever after ending, and as I’ve already said it did feel sad. But it was that happy sad that only truly brilliant writing can elicit in you. Was Ronnie a victim of Stockholm Syndrome? Did it matter? At the end of the day, and the book, she might not have had everything her heart desired, but she was happier than she had ever been in her ‘before Luke’ life.
Was Luke crazy? I’m still on the fence with that one. Grief can make people do the strangest things. If Ronnie had hated the kink would he have pushed her the way he did? Who knows, that wasn’t the story that was written, and it’s fiction at the end of the day (even if it didn’t really feel that way when I was reading it.) There were times I wanted to hit the man, his actions were frequently indefensible, yet if Ronnie loved them were they truly wrong? And there we have just why I love this author’s writing. She takes such wrong storylines and weaves them into something that has you questioning your own morals and sanity.
I even questioned Ronnie’s sanity on several occasions, yet even as one half of my mind yelled at her to resist, to fight, to refuse, the other half pointed out that she was a girl with severely limited options.
To truly enjoy the story you do have to allow some flexibility on ‘reality’. Whilst I totally bought that looney Luke might take a vulnerable woman who reminded him of his dead wife, the complicity of the three ranch hands seemed to be pushing it slightly. But then they all had a ‘reward’ in keeping schtum, not forgetting that they had helped Luke keep other secrets that could get them all in trouble. So in the end I found that I could let it pass.
The book involves the sharing of Ronnie and hucow kink, if either of those is a hard limit for you then you will need to take a pass on this one. However Kitty Thomasknows how to write kink, even dark and depraved dub-con kink, in a smoking hot, can only read one-handed😉 manner, so if you’re on the fence get down and get kinky!
Oh and yes, I do recommend this one.
Veronica Cason lives in a small apartment with no clear view of the sky. It’s uncertain which might crush her first: her debt or the buildings squeezed in so tight that they surround her like ominous sentinels. She can’t breathe in the city. Her success is a lie, and her debt is coming to collect her — unless someone else gets there first.
When a stranger offers her a job at a ranch, it feels like salvation, but it could also mean her death if his motives aren’t pure. Which door has the tiger behind it? The claustrophobia of the city or ranch life under an open sky?
I’ve had this on my TBR list for what feels like forever. Now I’m mentally kicking myself for not having jumped into this series sooner!
Wicked Ways slips between the cracks of any one specific genre, not quite paranormal, not quite contemporary. It IS dark though, full of dubious consent that teeters very much on the edge of non-consent but not quite rape. Zorie is a woman susceptible to a certain type of male, those known as mesmers. These men can induce mind-numbing lust in those women. They can command their actions through spoken words or thoughts, the closer they are the more powerful the compulsion.
Zorie falls into the clutches of Reuben, a not very pleasant man who uses his power to indulge the whims and sexual fantasies of himself and his perverted friends. He abuses Zorie in the most depraved and disgusting of ways and OMG there is something wrong with me because they are some of the most ridiculously hot scenes I’ve ever read! The worst thing about it all? Whilst she’s in his clutches she loves every single second of it, she adores being used as a fuck-toy, she loves having a man in every orifice whilst others look on and cover her in their come, she loves being put on display and treated like a whore. It’s when she’s no longer totally under his powers that the horror begins.
Reuben isn’t the only mesmer that has Zorie in his sights. However Mr Black wants her for entirely different reasons, somewhat selfish reasons. Reasons that scare Zorie even more than his ability to control her mind. Add Grimm into the mix and you have both hope and heartbreak. I’m not quite sure who I want Zorie to end up with at the moment, I do know she needs to kick some mesmer ass!
Be warned, this story twists and turns you into knots. Just as it offers hope with one hand, it slaps you back down into the gutter, whilst you weren’t looking, with the other. It offers salvation that turns out to be a prison. It f*cks with your mind just as much as those damn mesmer guys do. This was very much a book that I just didn’t want to put down. I was sneaking reads of it at every opportunity, even when I shouldn’t have been.
Whilst it does end at a point where you *could* step away and leave the story, it is so addictive and captivating that I immediately started reading Book #2, Wicked Weapon.
If you like it dark and twisty, then I really do recommend this book.
How do you ever get your mind around being violated in the most depraved of ways, when you also loved every second of it whilst it was happening?
Zorie, Zorie, Zorie how my heart bleeds for you. Ms Silverwoodis the cruellest of authors to put you through such pain, suffering and heartache. Just as you escape the grasp of one deranged mad-man you fall into the clutches of two vile and evil mesmers. Who to trust, what to believe, how to save yourself? When your mind is so manipulated that up becomes down, left becomes right, how do you fight back? What can you do when you don’t even know if your memories are real or imagined? Truth or lie, choice or compulsion?
The manipulation isn’t confined to Zorie either, oh no. Just when you believe one thing, whiz, bam, boom, everything is flipped on it’s head, until you are so twisted up that your mind is just as messed up as it would be had a mesmer played with it. The worst of it is that you will delight in the depravity, get hot when you should be horrified, lust when you ought to loathe and desire when you would normally be disgusted.
If you’re British and old enough you might remember a TV clip of Boy Scouts eating their packed lunches on the Revolution ride at Blackpool Pleasure Beach. Lets just say it was more than messy by the end. Well that’s a perfect analogy for what this book did to my brain. Orange juice up my nose, cheese squashed to my elbow and crisps down my cleavage.
Oh and those damned mesmers, one who offers salvation but at a price. Convinced that he can craft Zorie into a lethal weapon and extract revenge on the men who destroyed his daughter. Zorie isn’t so convinced, not when she can free her mind but not her will. She might be cussing and brewing up a storm in her head, but only whilst her body is following every lurid instruction given to it. Then there are some so evil that you want to stab them in the eye with a rusty spoon, dig out their brains and dance amongst their entrails. No scrub that, it would be far too quick and easy a death. Lets dance on their guts first and then gouge out their brain.
There were so many times when I wondered who the hero was, and indeed if there WAS a hero, or if at some point Zorie was going to be her own hero. This story will make you scream, cry and shout at your kindle in anger. In the best way possible. In a ‘This Is My Favourite Series Ever’way.
I loved this so much that I wasn’t even half way through and I’d downloaded the next book in the trilogy. This book will mess with your mind big time and I really recommend it. Highly recommend it.
Just when you think it’s safe to go out on a killing spree….
After all the sugar honey iced tea that Zorie has been through, it’s no small wonder that she decides mesmers need to become an endangered species. The actions of Reuben, Einar and Kaage enraging her to such a degree that she is now a woman on a mission to eliminate every ‘collector’ she can find.
A close call with one seemingly innocent mesmer finds Zorie questioning herself and her future. Despite all she has been through and all the wrong she knows Grimm and Mavros have done, she only seems to find peace when with them. But how long will that peace last when there are those determined to exact revenge on Zorie and whilst a particularly evil force is interested in Grimm. Adding into the chaotic mix is the bug slowly eroding away the Grimm that we all know and love, threatening to leave behind a monster.
Remorse wasn’t enough to make me throw myself under a bus for a man. Grimm wasn’t any man thought. He’d stood by me past the limits of anyone I knew. If the bug was eating his brain, I was going to do my crap-tastic best to figure out a cure.
Zorie, Wicked Hunt
Wicked Hunt has less of a mind-control aspect, than the previous two books, but it was just as dark and twisty. There are some very nasty scenes, ones where you’ll need to turn on the lights and watch from behind a cushion. Then there are the plots, lies and schemes of so many different bad, or semi-bad, guys that, yet again, you will be left with your mind reeling, unable to put the book down.
Throughout the trilogy I had my hopes for Zorie’s future, and I have to say I was not disappointed in the outcome. It was all that I could have wished for and more. But the journey there is far from easy, it will involve pain, suffering and heartache in equal measure for Grimm, Mavros and Zorie. There is no guarantee of a HEA, certainly not for all of them, and some tough choices will have to be made. However I’m fairly certain that, if you’re read this whole trilogy, you won’t be disappointed by how it ends.
All three books in the series are standard length (approx 3.5 -4 hour reads) and I’ve completed them back-to-back over three days. They are seriously addictive. So much so that every time I had a few spare minutes, I made sure I had my kindle to hand so I could read a few more words, lines or pages.
If a slight paranormal edge (the mesmer mind control) and a damnably dark story line sound good, then this is a series I massively recommend.
Lily White is an author with a quirky and distinct flavour, who consistently delivers something fresh and unique with each offering from her pen. Her books range from pitch black through mind-fuck to erotically disturbed, digging into your psych and challenging your ethics whilst simultaneously luring you to walk a dark and dangerous path.
Sin and Discipline is the story of Amelia, a young girl struggling with life and a piano protege, and Lennon, emotionally damaged piano virtuoso and a man of dark desires. Whilst on the surface this is a Teacher-student Taboo romance, it is also very much more than that. Indeed, if you have read any other books by Ms White, then you will be fully aware that it will contain plot twists that will tie you up in knots. It might also contain pairs of suspenders that will do literally do the same thing!
If you don’t look too deep you will see the story of an illicit relationship, a situation where morals and what is proper clash violently against desire and passion. However there is so much more woven into the complex tapestry that this tale creates. There are hidden secrets, long held grievances, misassumptions, lies and duplicity, all mixed together into a powerful cocktail of anger, heartbreak, lust and love.
Lennon and Amelia meet in unusual circumstances, to say the least. They then discover that he is her mentor on a summer programme where 100 hopeful pianists will be whittled down to one successful scholarship winner. However Lennon wants more from Amelia than just her willingness to learn piano, so much more. He wants her obedience, her body, her soul, demands it like the skilled master he is. He desires to own every single inch of her, to dominate her and to play her body with the skill and appetite he demonstrates at the keyboard. Amelia is only too willing to spiral down this rabbit hole with him, lost in the crashing, discordance of his song, soothed by the gentle harmonies he creates within her.
This is one incredibly erotic and passionate read, one where you’ll find yourself blushing just as easily as the innocent and previously untried Amelia. I really wouldn’t recommend reading many of the hotter scenes anywhere other than the privacy of your own home, not unless you enjoy getting all hot and bothered in public. The chemistry between Lennon and Amelia is intense, burning so hot that you might need ice for your e-reader. It also left me wanting a Lennon of my own, a man unafraid to demand everything of me that I have to give. A man willing to tempt me to surrender myself to him. A man strong enough to tear down any boundaries that surround us. I may just be a little in love with Lennon.
Amelia is an exquisite creature, innocent and vulnerable yet also hard as steel. My only ‘issue’, and I’m not even sure I would deem it one, is that Amelia generally felt older than her 18 years. However given the last 9 or 10 years of life with her father, given the hustling and illegal activities she has engaged in, given just given how bloody tough life has been for her and the struggle to keep her head above water, then with a bit of a squint I can believe that she might be more mature than the average 18 year old. I can accept that she looks at the world through more grown up eyes. And at the end of the day I loved this story so damn much that quite frankly I didn’t care.
This book held my attention throughout, every single word, line, page and chapter was captivating and compelling. My heart was repeatedly squeezed with agony and despair and when Amelia left the concert after learning if she had won the scholarship it was shattered into a million pieces. Sin & Discipline is a story that was as far from predictable and bland as it is possible to get. It has amazing characters, depth and emotion and will take you on a journey that will wring your emotions dry.
This will be a massive hit with fans of the author, but is a book that all those who enjoy a cleverly written, scorching hot and boundary pushing romance will also not want to miss out on.
Lennon Carter first saw my face with his hand around my throat.
Shock widened his eyes, starbursts of anger for what I’d done. That moment should have been the last of us; our beginning and end. Fate, it seems, had other plans.
A dedicated musician, Lennon would become my mentor, my shadow, my protector and nightmare. We were two discordant notes that somehow blended with perfect harmony. Challenged to become a pianist as talented as him, I became Lennon’s SIN, while he became my DISCIPLINE.
“Who are you, Amelia Dillon?” Confusion flooded me. “What?” It bothered me how my question came out more as a startled squeak than a word. He grinned, just the corner of his lips curling with lazy satisfaction. Reaching out with his free hand, he trapped my chin between his fingers, holding my gaze to his without concern that I hadn’t invited the touch. Electricity sparked where his skin met mine, my head dizzy, my breath as uneven as my heartbeat. “Who are you?” My heart was in my throat, beating staccato so hard that I swore I was a few seconds from passing out. “I don’t-“ The gentle tone of his voice was at odds with his question. “Are you the shitty little thief hiding in a hoodie and baggy jeans? Or are you a musician who demands respect based on her talent and discipline?” He was enjoying this moment far too much, the truth of his amusement written in the line of his lips, the sleepy look in his blue eyes. It only frightened me more. “I’m a musician,” I whispered. Mr. Carter leaned forward and I panicked, my eyes locked to his lips. He shouldn’t have been this close to me. There had to be rules against this. He didn’t seem to care. I wasn’t a girl to be pushed around or controlled. Yet, in his presence, I stilled in place, unable to find the willpower to fight or move away. Breath hot against my cheek, he whispered, “I don’t think you are. I think a musician would know better than to risk her hands acting like a stupid hoodrat that robs people. I think a musician knows better than to question the man who will be judging her performance. I think-“ My lips parted on a tremulous breath. “-you didn’t believe me when I warned you I would spank your ass red if I ever caught you doing something so stupid again.” There was no question about it; I was three seconds away from passing out. He knew it and I knew it, his blue eyes locked to mine when he warned, “You should know that threat extends to you questioning me in class as well.”
Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.
Oh my fucking god this is the best unromantic romance I’ve read in a long time. No strike that last bit, that I’ve read ever, period, full stop, the end. I want me an ass-hole like Bill Marshall, I want to be some foolish man’s Christina Lee.
I spent a good 70% of this book hot and bothered, 20% wanting to bash heads and the last 10% ugly crying and snivel-sobbing in the happiest of ways. I bloody loved grumpy AF Bill and adored on-a-knives-edge-to-insanity Christina. This couple couldn’t have been more wrong for each other and yet so very perfect for each other too.
Only a very small amount of this book doesn’t involve either scenes between Bill and Christina or ones on their own thinking about, lusting over or puzzled by the other. We do get a few scenes of Christina with her Pops, plus a couple of Bill at home. Mostly we are at Haul Ash Truck and Trailer Rental (I loved that name by the way and all the geeky references too), at the back end of nowhere, Texas.
Normally in a romance I want lots of background on and detail about my characters, so that I can get to know and care about them. (See that Eris Adderly, Bill and Christina Lee belong to me now!). However the truth of the matter is that this intense and focused plot, this pared down to the bone story didn’t need anything extra. Every single page dripped with emotion and the book gave me ALL the feels – especially those ones that require one handed reading 😉. TMI? #Sorry,NotSorry!
There is nothing about this book that fits any stereotype or cliche of the romance genre. Even after having read it I still don’t understand how the author made this story work but she did. She aced it, hit the ball out the park, broke the rules and carved her own path.
The relationship starts off wrong, it continues badly, neither communicates a damn useful word to the other (though looks, sighs and moans can say an awful lot too), they don’t even really know just exactly what they are hoping for, and they damn well are not going to go therewith any of it. But there is exactly where they do go, so the question now is, just what are they going to do about it?
You DO need to find out the answer to that, and you need to find that answer by reading Bass-Ackwards. So stop what you’re doing and go read it now!
Those were her favorites, she found. The stories where the heroine hated her love interest at the beginning. It was oh-so-satisfying to read, but that shit didn’t happen in real life. Personalities in Assholedom tended to remain in Assholedom. It was Newton’s little know First Law of Fuckboys; she was pretty sure of that.
Christina Lee Dodd, Bass-Ackwards
Bill Marshall might as well have been the Devil.
Christina Lee Dodd needs Friday off work. Needs. She’s up to her eyeballs in problems. One of those problems is her boss, Bill Marshall. And Bill Marshall is an a**hole.
The offer he makes is textbook inappropriate. An HR nightmare. But is it wrong for her to accept?
Is it wrong for her to like it?
Bass-Ackwards is a filthy wrong-way romance where two human beings make more mistakes than you can shake a stick at.
Nicolina Martin is an up-and-coming new author to the dark erotic romance scene. I’ve not previously read her work, but I’d heard such great things about it that I jumped at the chance to review this offering.
Well I have to say that ‘Heat’ is a very apt name for this red hot tale of love and redemption. The story has quite a unique feel to it, seeming to blend contemporary, mafia and dark erotic romance into one very captivating read.
I loved at the start of the book how Nathan was blown totally out of the water for his arrogance towards Sydney. I love a strong alpha male but on the times he overstepped the mark, or pushed too hard, I equally loved how Sydney wasn’t afraid to put him back in his place. Too often these egotistical traits are written as if they are desirable, I’m with Syd and would very much tell a guy like that where to get off. Treat me with respect and acknowledge I have a brain, or take a hike.
Sydney on the surface blew a little hot and cold, but I totally found myself agreeing with her actions and motives. She wasn’t some silly heroine who was happy to overlook the truth about the hero. She was sometimes naive, but in the way that many of us would have been in that situation. Nor was she so in lust that she lost all cognitive ability – don’t you just hate it when a heroine thinks/says one thing but one glimpse of the hero has her knickers falling down faster than the speed of light? I know it bugs the heck out of me.
I loved how each gave the other the strength to find and be who they truly wanted to be, and not let family keep them in a box that just didn’t fit anymore. I also appreciated how the plot didn’t follow the standard tropes and cliches. It felt fresh and would be hard to pigeon-hole as any specific sub-genre of romance.
This was a story that not only kept me entertained but also left me guessing as to not only how the plot would unfold, as well as how it would end. I wasn’t disappointed by any of it.
Heat Nicolina Martin (Russo Saga, #1) Publication date: March 29th 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Anything can happen during the hot nights in the Dominican Republic.
I just wanted a tan and to sip drinks with little umbrellas in them. I didn’t know that vacation would mean sex with a hot stranger, being drugged, and nearly killed. My instincts tell me there’s more to the smooth facade of Nathan Russo, but my heart won’t listen. He’s my opposite, hot where I’m cool, experienced while I’ve never really lived. What starts out as a sexy fling can’t be more. Can it?
I’m a dangerous man with a mission to complete and people to kill. Sydney Lewis might literally cost me my life. As the stakes increase, I have to decide whether to follow my head or my heart. My life is too dangerous, I’m too much of a monster. She’s a good girl. She can’t be a part of this. I have to be cruel. I have to cut her out.
But she’s the only one who can save me.
Heat will take you on a journey to paradise, through Hell, and back.
Publisher’s Note: This dark romance is intended for adult readers only and may contain triggers for some readers. It contains elements of danger, adventure, steamy scenes, adult language and a guaranteed HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
I don’t move, my heart speeds up. In an instant, I remember where I am. What I have done. I slept on his lap, knowing it was an open invitation to something I still can’t articulate. I fight to control my breathing and try not to stir, because I don’t want him to know I’m awake. I want to see where he takes this.
I realize I’m holding my breath and force myself to breathe again. I try to inhale calmly, but it catches in my throat. His arm, draped around my waist, tightens. He knows I’m awake, knows I’m not objecting, and he’s not stopping.
His hand slides under the blanket. It’s hot on my skin through my thin blouse. He traces a path along my arm down to my hand that lies in front of my chest, then he moves and places his palm below my breasts, letting it rest there. A finger slides across my nipple. It stiffens instantly. It screams for his attention, and that light brush is far from satisfying. I forget to breathe, and then I just give up on it altogether. I want more. This feels so kinky. So forbidden.
I have to force myself to stay still.
His hand hovers over my nipple, then he pinches it gently and I gasp, spikes of want surging through me. This pretending-to-sleep routine is going to be hard to keep up. When I don’t object, he grows bolder and cups my breast and squeezes. Carefully at first, and then with more force. He suddenly stills and I hear the soft steps of someone approaching.
“Is there anything you need, sir? Coffee? A pillow for yourself?”
“Thank you. I’m good,” he answers cheerfully.
“She seems to be having a good sleep.”
“Oh yes. Anyone would envy her.” His voice reverberates through his chest.
Oh yes indeed!
His hand starts exploring again. It moves down along my belly and I tense up like a piano wire. Is he going where I think he’s going? But then I feel his warm palm on my naked skin as he pushes his hand under my blouse and moves upward again. He pushes up my bra, freeing my breasts, pinching first one nipple and then the other before he firmly squeezes my breasts, paying good attention to them both. I squirm and am barely able to stifle the moan that wants to escape my throat. His other hand rests on my head, toying with my hair, then taking more of a forceful hold of it as his breathing changes, gets more labored. I like it. I like that I affect him as much as he affects me.
When his hand abandons my breasts, I miss its presence immediately. I wonder if he’s done exploring, but he changes direction, caressing along my stomach and then down the front of my hip. Oh—Oh my God! Sliding his hand down my skirt, he pulls it up until his fingers rest scorching hot on my thigh. Agonizingly slow, he feels his way up my thigh until his hand rests on my panties. Panties that are drenched with moisture.
When a finger starts circling my clit through the fabric, I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
Nicolina Martin is a Swedish born author who escapes the long, dark winter nights by writing hot contemporary romance/suspense.
She’s a mother of three teenage girls, a medical doctor, a quirky loner, and a social human being. She has traveled the globe, has had more lovers than she can count, has loved and hated, succeeded and failed, has gone through marriage and divorce. She has seen darkness and despair, as well as light and happiness.
All these experiences, she pours into her tales, taking her readers for a wild ride while twisting their minds. She loves showing that stories can be different even if the trope is the same.
Nicolina believes that life is too short for regrets and in looking forward, no matter what. She wants to enjoy every moment, and cherish life.
To find out more about Nicolina Martin, visit her official website.
***Note*** This story first appeared in the Daddy’s Demands anthology, it’s been tidied up and, since the original book is no longer available, released separately.
Daddy Ever After is set in the Annex, that appears in both Beastand Tower. This can very much be read as a stand-alone story, though the other books are well worth reading too!
It has a very sweet feel to it, being fairly low on angst, but has plenty of heat too. Of course, it wouldn’t be a Daddy Dom book if there wasn’t some spanking, so if that offends this isn’t the book for you.
Jaelynn was very naive and on a path to her own destruction, thank goodness she had the amazing Hunter to warm her bottom and set her on the right path. This couple were just amazing together and I fell in love with both them and their story.
Since this is a fairly quick read, and I don’t want to give any of the plot away, I won’t talk about what happens. Instead I’ll just say that, whilst on paper I might have passed over this story as insta-love and a naive heroine aren’t always my thing, the wonderful writing and believable connection totally hooked me into it.
Highly recommended to all DD/lg fans, as well as anyone looking for a hot, quick and very feel good read.
It was only supposed to be a weekend contract. But Daddy had other plans.
Weekend play dates are my stress release. Contract a girl, have some fun, get back to business. But Jaelynn isn’t like my other girls. There’s more to her; more substance, and a sensuality I can’t just ignore. She’s also a naughty girl, but I have no trouble bending her over my knee, or to my will.
She thinks she’s holding all the cards this weekend, but by the end, she’ll know who her Daddy Ever After really is.
5 stars – This is a book I will not forget and would definitely read again.
4 stars – I really enjoyed this book, I might not read it again but I would definitely recommend it to others.
3 stars – This story was good but either forgettable or just very typical of its genre.
2 stars – Whilst the book was readable I either didn’t enjoy parts of the plot or just could not connect to the main characters.
1 star – This is a book I simply could not finish for reasons listed in the review.
Every single Lily White book grabs me from page one and beats my head repeatedly against it’s sheer brilliance until I’m so dizzy I can barely breathe.
Fantastic. Awe-inspiring. Mind blowing. Heart crushing. Soul searing. Take every amazing, wonderful, out of this world descriptive and apply it to The Five, and even then you won’t come close to conveying just how good this book is.
Five years, five neighbours, five older men, five victims, five times
Whilst you can sort of guess some of the twists, and unlike so many other authors whose work falls by the wayside, Lily very cleverly weaves her tale so that there aren’t the usual plot holes. So many twists in other books don’t stand up to closer scrutiny, I don’t believe that can be said of The Five. In fact I even stupidly doubted her at one point. I was naive enough to think ‘well if I’m correct, I’m not sure how she’s going to explain…. or how she will convince me that….’.
HA! FOOL! Of course the magnificence that is Lily White will pull the twists off. Not only that but she will pound you into the finest dust, to be blown away on the wind, whilst she does it. My heart bled for Rainey and, despite all the fucked-up (pun intended) stuff she had done, even at the end I totally and utterly adored her. When she lost Rowan, a little piece of my heart crumbled too.
This magnificent story is told in first person, with ‘present day’ chapters from Justin’s point of view and most of Rainey’s being her retelling the previous five years.
The number five was important for some reason, but there were already so many possibilities as to what it could mean.
This is a romance that isn’t a romance but yet is a truly great love story that will last beyond time on this mortal coil and span into the infinity of the great ever after. Despite not being able to love herself, Rainey was so very much loved, into death and beyond, by one wonderful, if broken, man.
Do yourself a favour and read this. You’d be a fool not to.
I promise you I’ll take care of you, I promise I’ll always protect you……. I will love you more than anybody Rainey, I promise you that……I’ll always come find you…promise…..You and me forever, promise.
Every man who meets Rainey wants her. Having lived a life of sex, drugs and manipulation, she is a temptation with far too many secrets. When psychologist, Justin Redding, is assigned to Rainey’s case, he has no way of knowing the tale of debauchery he will encounter. On a twisted path of love, loss and murder, Rainey leads Justin through the events of her life. Death follows Rainey… Justin fights to discover her secrets… But will he discover the secret of THE FIVE in time to resist Rainey’s ultimate seduction? “This book deals with sensitive subject matter that may be upsetting to some readers.”
Author Bio: Lily White is a romance writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism. She is most known for her Masters Series, Target This, Wishing Well, and Asylum. In addition to dark romance Lily writes contemporary romance, taboo romance, and psychological thrillers. Lily enjoys stretching her writing muscles by continuing to challenge herself with each book she publishes.
Excerpt: “No, Rainey. Let me look at you. I love looking at you. Even when I close my eyes, all I see is you.” I dropped my arms, my legs trembling. This was Rowan, the sweet, kindhearted boy I loved. Yet, in that moment I feared him. The adrenaline was wearing off and I was suddenly so cold. His lips parted as he stared at me, those blue eyes I knew so well slowly taking in my body as heat blazed behind them. He’d grown so large, twice my size at least, and it had never occurred to me how strong he was until now. Nobody would pick on him anymore. Not without getting their asses handed to them in a fight. “Can I touch you, Rainey?” His eyes lifted to mine. “Is that all right? For me to touch you?” “Always,” I whispered, unable to put any strength in my voice. “You can always touch me.” He stepped forward and I stepped back out of instinct. He would never hurt me. Not Rowan. But what I saw in him now was the predator that had always lingered just beneath the surface. He wasn’t a monster like his family or David. Not him. He was something else entirely. Pain shot through his eyes when I moved, his hands fisting at his sides. “Do I scare you now?” Shaking my head, I forced my mouth to move. “No. It’s just -“ “Just what?” “You’re different, Rowan. A man, I guess. You’ve grown.” Blue eyes held mine, the darkness in them seeping away, but not entirely. His lips pulled into a tight smile. “You need a man. I’ve become exactly what you need. For you, Rainey. Not anybody else. Just for you.” I drew in a rattling breath. “Touch me.” Rowan moved forward and I held my ground, craning my neck to look up at him. He was shaking, his skin so cold that I knew I had to fix him somehow. “Rowan?” “Yeah?” “Will you kiss me?”