Nobody has ever loved a woman the way Brent and I loved Kelly.
I met her first, and for a while, I thought that mattered. We hooked up at a party, crawled into bed a few days later, and before I knew it she was calling me Daddy as we did everything filthy thing we could dream up. The time after college was the most messed up fuck-fest of a summer I have ever had, and it didn’t stop there.
But love comes in different packages, and when Brent finally came back to the city everything changed in an instant. Maybe it was the first time I undressed her in front of him while our roommates watched, or maybe it was that early morning when he parted her legs as I lay next to them on the bed. Whatever it was, the three of us were thrown into a love that couldn’t be defined or controlled no matter how hard I tried.
Messy, glorious, and hot as hell, Disgusting Beautiful Immoral is a kinky thrill ride through New York City just as the millennium was ending. We did things to Kelly I didn’t know where possible, and together we forged something entirely new.
It was an odd way to come across a book, but scrolling through a rather smutty Tumblr dash, I found an image of a rather naked woman covering her breasts with the paperback and thought to myself that the title was…brilliant. I’d never heard of the author, and didn’t even read the blurb—just one-clicked.
And wow. During a book drought in which I’m struggling to find anything to really hold my interest, this was brilliant.
Not only is it absolutely filthy, but it’s written so well, and the characters are so developed, that it’s a lot deeper than just erotica. There are so many layers, and at times it’s quite an uncomfortable read; Thomas’ head is not the happiest place to me in. It’s not the clearest, and it’s certainly not the easiest. He’s often not even a likeable character, but this is what makes this such a fabulous read. The realism, the friendships, the heartbreak, the exploration of fetish and kink and the slow development of communication and love and discovering oneself.
Lines are walked and crossed, but at the end of it all, this felt to me like something written from the heart. One of my favourite reads—of all time.