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REVIEW: Seduced in the Dark – C.J. Roberts

Seduced in the DarkSeduced in the Dark – C.J. Roberts
Series: The Dark Duet #2
Genre: dark erotica, romance, suspense
Themes: kidnapping, slavery
Archetype: anti-hero
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The exciting, titillating, and action-filled conclusion to Captive in the Dark.

What is the price of redemption?

Rescued from sexual slavery by a mysterious Pakistani officer, Caleb carries the weight of a debt that must be paid in blood.

The road has been long and fraught with uncertainty, but for Caleb and Livvie, it’s all coming to an end.

Can he surrender the woman he loves for the sake of vengeance?

Or will he make the ultimate sacrifice?

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Review

Heat: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Rating: ★★★★★

Every breath I take should come from his lungs.

The first thing I noticed when I started this book was that I had no clue what was going on. I read the prequel, Captive in the Dark, a while ago, so was worried I’d just forgotten what had happened – having skimmed the final chapter to work out where I was, I realised that it was totally fine and supposed to be like that. Phew.

So, structurally, this is one of the most interesting and well-crafted novels within the romance/erotica genre I’ve had the chance to come across. It begins, not where the prequel left off, but a little down the timelines, and the events within that timeframe are recounted by Livvie. Two new complex characters – Reed and Sloan – are also introduced, and we have a few POV chapters from Reed to add to the mix. There was a danger here that this would detract from the story I actually wanted to read, but in actual fact, it worked well. Reed’s chapters and the bracketed chapters in the present day were slight respites from the abject darkness of Livvie and Caleb’s story. And yes, Roberts does not shy away from the dark.

The main effect of this narrative/structural element was to provide a sense of inevitability. Similar to a Shakespearean tragedy, the plot is hurtling towards what feels likeimpending doom and heartbreak. It creates a momentum that is all-engrossing, and try as we might to remove ourselves from it, we are also slaves to its will. The echoes of Livvie’s situation here are startling. I know I’ve basically written an essay about narrative and structure, but when an author in the romance/erotica genre crafts something this clever and effective, it needs to be shouted from the rooftops.

“That’s why you think you love me! Because I’ve broken you down and built you back up to believe it.”

Above all, this is a story about conflict. There is no better example of this than Caleb’s characterisation. He will forever remain one of the most intriguing romantic heroes to me, though not necessarily what I would consider a “book-boyfriend”. He has periods of softness, alongside periods of disgusting and appalling behaviour – and interestingly, the crueler he is (particularly during the final half of the novel), the more I become obsessed by him. And he does some damn cruel things here; I could physically feel the pain in my heart and stomach from some of the ways he hurt Livvie, despite understanding his motives. He is flawed, complex, cruel.

Yet another example of the theme of conflict can be found within the sexual scenes. There are some which are disgusting and appalling, and some which are disgusting and erotic. Roberts manages to create that conflict in the reader, who, if they are anything like myself, may well find themselves enjoying some of the sexual acts and humiliations found within these pages, whilst feeling a little unsettled about the fact that they enjoy it. Again, this echoes Livvie’s own experiences and conflicts about her situation, something allowing us further into her own mind and emotions.

“I don’t want revenge, Caleb. I don’t want to end up like you, letting some fucking vendetta run my life. I just want my freedom.”

Overall, a fittingly dark, gritty end to a wonderfully dark, gritty duet. Now on to the epilogue.

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BOOST & REVIEW: The Found – Cole McCade

The Found Ebook CoverThe Found by Cole McCade
Series: Crow City #2 (can standalone)

Genre: dark erotica, suspense
Themes: kidnapped, BDSM
Archetype: anti-hero
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Witness to a murder. Kidnapped by a monster. Life hanging on a whim. Willow Armitage’s world was already falling apart; between getting fired and caring for her chronically ill father, she’s had little room for anything but survival. But that survival hangs in the balance the night she stumbles into a back alley – and watches a stranger die at the hands of the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.

Lethal. Powerful. Unstable. Terrifying. The contract killer known only as Priest is a dangerous unknown, and when Willow wakes tied to a chair in his hideout, the only thing she sees in his fox-gold eyes is death. Yet for Priest, Willow is a dilemma: an innocent, a saint among the sinners he cuts down in the streets of Crow City. His code of honor forbids shedding innocent blood. Releasing her will send her straight to the police. The only answer is a warped game, and his promise: that he will find the darkness inside her, expose it, and prove that deep down, everyone is just as monstrous as he…and just as worthy of death.

 Yet he unearths not a monster, but a smoldering and secret desire – one that has always terrified Willow, and may be her undoing. His touch sets her alight. His strength burns through her like flame. And his control melts her each time he binds her virgin body, possesses her, teaches her the strength in weakness and the passion in submission. But that passion may be her damnation, and in the end Willow must choose: Priest’s love, or her own life.

 When his every kiss is pure sin…can she resist damnation long enough for Priest to find his way to redemption?

This story contains content centered around non-consent, bodily autonomy, sexual assault, bodily functions, and violence. Please focus on self-care above all, and don’t be afraid to put the book down if you need to in order to protect yourself. You come first, always.

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Excerpt

His fingers grazed the curve of her waist. With a gasp, she snapped her eyes open. He met her gaze, fox-gold turned hot as melting amber, fierce and animal and stripping her more bare than that exposed, naked flesh. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board, held by his gaze, her limbs going slack and her struggles stopping against her will. She hardly felt it, when he hooked a fingertip under the bunched edge of her tank top—then ripped with such effortless strength, the threads of the side seam snapping apart one after the other, until there was nothing left of her tank top but rags of cloth. No, she hardly felt that…but she felt it when he teased those rags from underneath the ropes, as every scrap of cloth stroked and washed against her skin until she was nothing but a trembling tangle of sensitivity and frozen breaths building tighter and tighter in her chest.

And she felt it when that taunting, teasing fingertip hooked in her panties, slipping into the opening just above her thigh, and she realized just what he intended to do.

Don’t touch me.”

Suddenly she could move again—and she writhed against the ropes, fighting to squirm away. But she had barely an inch of slack, nowhere to go but against the ropes, hanging in midair and so fucking helpless she would scream with sheer rage if she didn’t want to cry with sheer hopelessness. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying watching her struggle? Enjoying how her skin tightened and pulled and her nipples swelled and her breaths came shallow with every touch, her fucking disobedient body whispering dirty thing, dirty thing, give me more of that dirty thing while her mind and heart screamed no, no, not like that, never like that?

Was he enjoying having her at his mercy, unable to escape his every touch?

His fingers dug into the fabric of her panties. Clenched it against his fist. Pulled. Cloth creased, bit, burrowed into her dirty, dirty thing, her wet dirty thing, her pulsing dirty thing, and she was a fucking dirty thing when she arched off the seat and cried out and whimpered and mewled, as he dragged the cloth against her and all she felt was sweet-rough friction and that slickness, sickness, wet and running like a licking tongue.

“D-don’t,” she cried again, and yet he only pulled harder, the panties so much worse than the rope when every fold and crease molded to her flesh like liquid fire and left nothing untouched. “Don’t!

He paused, held that steady pressure, keeping her on the end of a taut-stretched wire. “Are you a virgin, firefly?” he growled.

She spat in his face.

Panting, body heaving, she drew back and spat in his face, and watched with a sort of foggy, dazed satisfaction as it landed in a wet streak on his cheek, dripping down his bronzed skin like a tear. He remained unmoved, watching her steadily, waiting, holding her dangling from the one hand as if he hardly felt her weight and those damnable fingers pulling her panties against her flesh.

“My body is not your business,” she hissed.

“Right now, your body is my property.” He slid a fingertip down into the crease between her hip and thigh, the place where the seam of her panties normally cut in whenever she sat, moved, shifted; there was something too personal about that touch, so close and yet so far, a threat that made her shrink back even as that feeling inside her nearly exploded, that hollow feeling that seemed like a rapacious beast, a dragon with an open maw and empty gullet that was hungry, so hungry to be full. “I want an answer.”

He bunched her panties into his hand again, curling the fabric in stretched wrinkles against his palm—and this time when he pulled he gave no quarter, a single sharp rip and a sound of cloth tearing like tape pulling off the spool, high and shrill. There was a moment’s painful bite, a muted cry welling in her throat, and then the pressure eased as the tatters of her panties fell, forgotten, to the floor.

Still he watched her. And she, naked with nowhere to hide, curled into herself; she felt her nudity like a presence, like a thing touching her and twisting over her flesh to force her to feel every moment of her exposure, every moment of her vulnerability and helplessness. Priest said nothing. He didn’t need to. He never needed to. When he wanted an answer, he got one, and would wait her out as he had before, implacable and unmoving and relentless. She had always imagined men like him to be all force, all bluster, all violence and snarling and threats.

She was quickly learning that silence—silence and careful, metered application of just enough strength to drive his point home—was just as effective as force.

And just as frightening.

Dangling from his grip like a puppy, she hung her head. Anything not to meet those piercing eyes; anything not to feel the shame of giving in to the quiet demand in his gaze; anything to make this end, so he would stop tormenting her and leave her alone.

“…yes,” she mumbled. Still he didn’t speak, or put her down. Defeat sparked into frustration, and she glared at him from under the fall of her hair. “Yes, all right? Are you happy? Is that what you fucking wanted to know?”

“Yes,” he said simply, and lowered her to the floor.

Review

Heat: ★★★★★
Rating: ★★★★★

He lay on his side, sprawled with the indolent languor of a wild thing utterly aware of its own power.

This is something special. Never before have a read any romance – dark or otherwise – which is simultaneously an introspective character study, delving so deep into the mind and unique voice of Willow Armitage that I could completely understand her choices and actions throughout the novel. Understanding does not necessarily mean approving of; rather, throughout this tale I felt like the firefly in the cage, able only to mesmerisingly watch these events unfold and unravel towards their climax, at times feeling disgusted and horrified, at others being seduced and needing.

Dealing with dark subject matter, issues regarding consent, morality and shame, it is easy to be told what to think by an author; McCade instead shows rather than tells, allowing the reading experience to be a totally unique journey for each person, as reading should be. We can form our own conclusions and opinions on Willow and Priest, their relationship and their pasts – something that provides any novel with value.

“You seem, to me, rather than one long road…instead like many short paths that wander a few steps in one direction, before changing again. There is no story; only the beginnings of many, tales unfinished and untold.”

This is a story that is passionate, and will invoke a passionate response from readers – whether hate, disgust or intrigue. It has been a long time since I’ve felt the urge to sit up all night absorbed within someone else’s brain – and rather than a book to consume, for me this was one to savour. I did not want it to end, but I needed to continue reading.

It’s books like these that make me reconsider my entire rating system. If this is a five star read, there are maybe only one or two others I’ve found thus far in my lifetime that can match it.

And honestly? These characters, this intrigue and obsession…it’s something that will stay with me forever.

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REVIEW: Soulless – T.M. Frazier

soullessSoulless – T.M. Frazier
Series: King #4
Genre: dark erotic romance, suspense
Theme: MC
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The finale to Bear and Thia’s epic love story.

Review

Heat: ★★★★
Rating:
★★★★

“I miss the way you make me feel like a person of the world, instead of a problem in it.”

Picking up right from the major plot twist in Lawless, this is the conclusion to Bear and Thia’s story. As ever, this is adark, gritty read, and it seems to me that Frazier’s writing is constantly becoming darker, never shying away from scenes that will be controversial or difficult to read. This isn’t a criticism, though – it’s praise. It’s wonderful that, in a romance series with happily ever afters, it is still possible togenuinely fear for the characters. Frazier’s writing always affects me physically, whether I’m terrified, disturbed or just plain turned on (sometimes all three at once – particularly in one scene here).

Having Rage introduced in person was definitely one of the highlights. I read her spin-off novel, All The Rage before I started this series, so I have an idea about her own life. She is one of my all-time favourite fictional heroines and is, frankly, just plain batty. But then, in a few places, I’ve thought the same about Bear and Thia.

“Love isn’t about wanting a hero, it’s about wanting to be one for the other person.”

What I’ve found interesting since the second instalment is the way Preppy has continued to be a presence, within the mind of these characters, never quite forgotten. There’s almost a paranormal aspect in some scenes, but it never quite goes that far. What I did enjoy were the few flashbacks scattered throughout, allowing us to gain more of an insight into not only Bear and Thia’s lives, but also Preppy’s life (and, of course, his sexual preferences – which remain to be detailed but continue to intrigue me).

I found the first half of the novel absolutely gripping, but then it became slightly rushed throughout the second half. Things fell into place perhaps a little too easily, previous characters were around perhaps just for the sake of making an appearance, and there was (as ever) a monster plot twistto finish this, which I’m not quite sure about yet – maybe Frazier has too much of a thing for happily ever afters. It remains to be seen in the sequel. But, if anyone can pull it off, I am absolutely rooting for Frazier to do so.

“We are lawless. We are free. We are FAMILY.”

Overall, a worthy instalment to one of my all-time favourite series. Despite being a little slower in places, and maybe even a little far-fetched, I thoroughly enjoyed this rollercoaster.

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REVIEW: Lawless – T.M. Frazier

Lawless

Lawless – T.M. Frazier
Series: King #3
Genre: dark erotic romance, suspense
Theme: MC
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Thia is prim and proper.
Bear is leather and lawless.
It will never work between them.
It’s a lie they almost believe…

Review

Heat: ⭐
Plot: 
Rating: 

“I’ve been a ruined man for a long time. I can’t ruin you too.”

Aside from its brutality, one of the strongest aspects of Frazier’s work is that she knows how to create aninteresting female character , with an actual personality – something missing in many a romance novel these days. Thia is no exception. Dark shit happens very close to the beginning of this novel, and yet she is a character who bounces back, doesn’t allow herself to be a victim, and comes out even stronger because of it. She’s one trigger-happy badass who isn’t afraid to make difficult decisions when she needs to. She’s wise beyond her years. In fact, she is probably at this point my favourite of the women in this universe.

We were two tortured souls. Both in more ways than one person should ever have to experience.
But we found each other.

Although Bear, for me, doesn’t quite beat King in terms of fictional soulmate material, he’s still a sexy, rugged, broken guy capable of breaking hearts but not quite of accepting love. This is an interesting journey for him; we’ve seen him brutally tortured in the previous instalment, and this is what he does following on from that. This is him picking himself back up and learning how to live again. It’s a beautiful, whirlwind romance bordering on fate.

As ever, Frazier throws in some stunning plot twistsalongside the dark brutality and smoking sex scenes, and leaves this on a mighty cliffhanger, preparing us for the sequel. I, for one, cannot wait.

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RELEASE & REVIEW: The Found – Cole McCade

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Witness to a murder. Kidnapped by a monster. Life hanging on a whim. Willow Armitage’s world was already falling apart; between getting fired and caring for her chronically ill father, she’s had little room for anything but survival. But that survival hangs in the balance the night she stumbles into a back alley – and watches a stranger die at the hands of the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.

 Lethal. Powerful. Unstable. Terrifying. The contract killer known only as Priest is a dangerous unknown, and when Willow wakes tied to a chair in his hideout, the only thing she sees in his fox-gold eyes is death. Yet for Priest, Willow is a dilemma: an innocent, a saint among the sinners he cuts down in the streets of Crow City. His code of honor forbids shedding innocent blood. Releasing her will send her straight to the police. The only answer is a warped game, and his promise: that he will find the darkness inside her, expose it, and prove that deep down, everyone is just as monstrous as he…and just as worthy of death. 

Yet he unearths not a monster, but a smoldering and secret desire – one that has always terrified Willow, and may be her undoing. His touch sets her alight. His strength burns through her like flame. And his control melts her each time he binds her virgin body, possesses her, teaches her the strength in weakness and the passion in submission. But that passion may be her damnation, and in the end Willow must choose: Priest’s love, or her own life.

When his every kiss is pure sin…can she resist damnation long enough for Priest to find his way to redemption?

TRIGGER WARNING 18+: This story contains content centered around non-consent, bodily autonomy, sexual assault, bodily functions, and violence. Please focus on self-care above all, and don’t be afraid to put the book down if you need to in order to protect yourself. You come first, always.

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Excerpt

His fingers grazed the curve of her waist. With a gasp, she snapped her eyes open. He met her gaze, fox-gold turned hot as melting amber, fierce and animal and stripping her more bare than that exposed, naked flesh. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board, held by his gaze, her limbs going slack and her struggles stopping against her will. She hardly felt it, when he hooked a fingertip under the bunched edge of her tank top—then ripped with such effortless strength, the threads of the side seam snapping apart one after the other, until there was nothing left of her tank top but rags of cloth. No, she hardly felt that…but she felt it when he teased those rags from underneath the ropes, as every scrap of cloth stroked and washed against her skin until she was nothing but a trembling tangle of sensitivity and frozen breaths building tighter and tighter in her chest.

And she felt it when that taunting, teasing fingertip hooked in her panties, slipping into the opening just above her thigh, and she realized just what he intended to do.

Don’t touch me.”

Suddenly she could move again—and she writhed against the ropes, fighting to squirm away. But she had barely an inch of slack, nowhere to go but against the ropes, hanging in midair and so fucking helpless she would scream with sheer rage if she didn’t want to cry with sheer hopelessness. Was he enjoying this? Enjoying watching her struggle? Enjoying how her skin tightened and pulled and her nipples swelled and her breaths came shallow with every touch, her fucking disobedient body whispering dirty thing, dirty thing, give me more of that dirty thing while her mind and heart screamed no, no, not like that, never like that?

Was he enjoying having her at his mercy, unable to escape his every touch?

His fingers dug into the fabric of her panties. Clenched it against his fist. Pulled. Cloth creased, bit, burrowed into her dirty, dirty thing, her wet dirty thing, her pulsing dirty thing, and she was a fucking dirty thing when she arched off the seat and cried out and whimpered and mewled, as he dragged the cloth against her and all she felt was sweet-rough friction and that slickness, sickness, wet and running like a licking tongue.

“D-don’t,” she cried again, and yet he only pulled harder, the panties so much worse than the rope when every fold and crease molded to her flesh like liquid fire and left nothing untouched. “Don’t!

He paused, held that steady pressure, keeping her on the end of a taut-stretched wire. “Are you a virgin, firefly?” he growled.

She spat in his face.

Panting, body heaving, she drew back and spat in his face, and watched with a sort of foggy, dazed satisfaction as it landed in a wet streak on his cheek, dripping down his bronzed skin like a tear. He remained unmoved, watching her steadily, waiting, holding her dangling from the one hand as if he hardly felt her weight and those damnable fingers pulling her panties against her flesh.

“My body is not your business,” she hissed.

“Right now, your body is my property.” He slid a fingertip down into the crease between her hip and thigh, the place where the seam of her panties normally cut in whenever she sat, moved, shifted; there was something too personal about that touch, so close and yet so far, a threat that made her shrink back even as that feeling inside her nearly exploded, that hollow feeling that seemed like a rapacious beast, a dragon with an open maw and empty gullet that was hungry, so hungry to be full. “I want an answer.”

He bunched her panties into his hand again, curling the fabric in stretched wrinkles against his palm—and this time when he pulled he gave no quarter, a single sharp rip and a sound of cloth tearing like tape pulling off the spool, high and shrill. There was a moment’s painful bite, a muted cry welling in her throat, and then the pressure eased as the tatters of her panties fell, forgotten, to the floor.

Still he watched her. And she, naked with nowhere to hide, curled into herself; she felt her nudity like a presence, like a thing touching her and twisting over her flesh to force her to feel every moment of her exposure, every moment of her vulnerability and helplessness. Priest said nothing. He didn’t need to. He never needed to. When he wanted an answer, he got one, and would wait her out as he had before, implacable and unmoving and relentless. She had always imagined men like him to be all force, all bluster, all violence and snarling and threats.

She was quickly learning that silence—silence and careful, metered application of just enough strength to drive his point home—was just as effective as force.

And just as frightening.

Dangling from his grip like a puppy, she hung her head. Anything not to meet those piercing eyes; anything not to feel the shame of giving in to the quiet demand in his gaze; anything to make this end, so he would stop tormenting her and leave her alone.

“…yes,” she mumbled. Still he didn’t speak, or put her down. Defeat sparked into frustration, and she glared at him from under the fall of her hair. “Yes, all right? Are you happy? Is that what you fucking wanted to know?”

“Yes,” he said simply, and lowered her to the floor.

Review

Title: The Found
Author: Cole McCade
Series: Crow City #2 (can standalone but you will get more out of it by reading the series in order)
Genres: dark erotica, BDSM, suspense
Heat: 5/5
Plot: 5/5
Rating: 5/5

He lay on his side, sprawled with the indolent languor of a wild thing utterly aware of its own power.

This is something special. Never before have a read any romance – dark or otherwise – which is simultaneously an introspective character study, delving so deep into the mind and unique voice of Willow Armitage that I could completely understand her choices and actions throughout the novel. Understanding does not necessarily mean approving of; rather, throughout this tale I felt like the firefly in the cage, able only to mesmerisingly watch these events unfold and unravel towards their climax, at times feeling disgusted and horrified, at others being seduced and needing.

Dealing with dark subject matter, issues regarding consent, morality and shame, it is easy to be told what to think by an author; McCade instead shows rather than tells, allowing the reading experience to be a totally unique journey for each person, as reading should be. We can form our own conclusions and opinions on Willow and Priest, their relationship and their pasts – something that provides any novel with value.

“You seem, to me, rather than one long road…instead like many short paths that wander a few steps in one direction, before changing again. There is no story; only the beginnings of many, tales unfinished and untold.”

This is a story that is passionate, and will invoke a passionate response from readers – whether hate, disgust or intrigue. It has been a long time since I’ve felt the urge to sit up all night absorbed within someone else’s brain – and rather than a book to consume, for me this was one to savour. I did not want it to end, but I needed to continue reading.

It’s books like these that make me reconsider my entire rating system. If this is a five star read, there are maybe only one or two others I’ve found thus far in my lifetime that can match it.

And honestly? These characters, this intrigue and obsession…it’s something that will stay with me forever.

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REVIEW: Tyrant – T.M. Frazier

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I. Remember. Everything.

Only now I wish I didn’t.

When the fog is sucked away from my mind like smoke through a vacuum, the truth that has been beyond my reach for months finally reveals itself.

But the relief I thought I would feel never comes, and I’m more afraid now than I was the morning I woke up handcuffed in King’s bed.

Because with the truth comes dark secrets I was never meant to know.

I will put the lives of those I love most at risk if I let on that my memory has returned, or if I seek help from the heavily tattooed felon who owns me body and soul.

I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist the magnetic pull toward King that grows stronger every day.

He’s already saved me in more ways than one. Now it’s my turn to do whatever it takes to save him.

Even if that means marrying someone else…

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REVIEW: The Alpha Billionaire’s Revenge Volume II – Deana Farrady

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Chicago billionaire Jonas Westerling has it all: money, power, a reputation for brilliance, a family he will fiercely protect…and the burning need for revenge.

Linnea Melbourne has nothing. No friends, no lovers, no worldly experience, no resources…and no idea what’s about to happen to her.

Jonas has hated Linnea for years, with no way to forgive her…until now. At last he will take his revenge, make Linnea pay for her crimes and finally put the past behind him.

There’s only one…tiny…problem. Linnea is innocent.

Now she’s paying for somebody else’s sins with her body, becoming the plaything he demands, doing every naughty thing he commands. Because if she doesn’t, somebody else will pay – somebody she must protect at all costs.

Yet behind his cold rage, behind her shocked sorrow, there’s something else simmering – a red-hot, decade-long passion that might never burn out, no matter what disturbing secrets come to light…

The Alpha Billionaire’s Revenge is a love story, a tale of dominance and a story of redemption. It is extremely spicy and not intended for readers under age 18.

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TACKLING THE TBR: King – T.M. Frazier

King

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Homeless. Hungry. Desperate.

Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes from.

A notorious career criminal just released from prison, King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, pu$$y or a combination of all three.

King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.

Warning: This book contains graphic violence, consensual and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other taboo subjects and adult subject matter. Although originally slated to be a standalone, KING is now a two part series.

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TACKLING THE TBR: Comfort Food – Kitty Thomas

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Comfort Food has been on my TBR since 13th May, 2016. Rather than being selected at random, I felt the urge to delve into the darkness (my favourite genre) and this was the first on my Kindle. I downloaded it from Amazon.co.uk for free a while back.

Synopsis

Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much she craves human contact. He’s far too beautiful to be a monster. Combined with his lack of violence toward her, this has her walking a fine line at the edge of sanity.

Told in the first person from Emily’s perspective, Comfort Foodexplores what happens when all expectations of pleasure and pain are turned upside down, as whips become comfort and chicken soup becomes punishment.

This is not a story about consensual BDSM. This is a story about “actual” slavery. If reading an erotic story without safewords makes you uncomfortable, this is not the book for you. This is a work of fiction, and the author does not endorse or condone any behavior done to another human being without their consent.

Review

Title: Comfort Food
Author: Kitty Thomas
Series: standalone
Genre: dark erotica
Heat: 4/5
Plot: 5/5
Rating: 4.5/5

I’ve been wanting to read this for a long time due to a large number of recommendations and my love for dark erotica. I really wasn’t disappointed. The first 25% took a little getting used to, but once I was into it I found I was completely unable to close my Kindle, and just needed to read on and on. This is clearly the product of heavy research, and is not simply dark erotica but also a dive into psychology and the darkest recesses of the mind. The cunning way Emily is treated, with everything so clear and planned, and no cruelty for the sake of it – it’s mind-blowing. We watch Emily be overcome by obsession for her Master, be conditioned to particular behaviours, in such a clinical and clear way that I’ve never read anything quite like it.

This is not going to be a book for everyone, but for those of us who can separate fantasy from reality, it is wondrously satisfying, and contains a surprising amount of depth.