5* Review: ‘Claiming Addison: 69 Bottles’ #1 by Zoey Derrick

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Blurb:

For Addison Beltrand, PR rep for Bold International, Inc. climbing the corporate ladder is all that matters in life. Her hard work is finally rewarded with the promotion she’s worked her ass off to earn—but the gig comes at a price. She leaves in two days for a twelve-week tour with America’s hottest alternative rock band, 69 Bottles.

Talon Carver, lead singer of 69 Bottles, has no problem with women–as long as they’re gone by morning. When Addison shakes up his world, it’s a huge problem—compounded by the fact that Addison’s not the only one he wants.

Kyle Black, manager of 69 Bottles, has a secret. He and Addison are closer than she thinks, but telling her could keep her away. When Talon sets his sights on Addison, Kyle uses his secret to push her into Talon’s arms, only to discover she isn’t the only one he needs.

Two men. One dilemma.

Talon is wild, reckless and loves control.

Kyle is calm, collected and loves passion.

The perfect balance…or Addison’s ultimate undoing?

Talon and Kyle push their boundaries and Addison’s, but can they throw their reservations to the wind and claim her together?

Two men. One woman. A rock band. A tour bus. One Wild Ride…

****Content Warning****

Sexy, naked, bisexual rock stars…and a lot more…This book contains, but is not limited to the following sexual content – reader discretion is advised – hot sex between two men and one woman. M/M/F, M/F/M, M/F, F/M and M/M sexual content. There are no boundaries when these three crash together, as long as you’re over 18 years of age.

My Review:

Before this book I’d never really got on with the whole rock band sub-genre. I read some a few years ago and they just didn’t do anything for me. I didn’t connect with the characters, they didn’t feel real to me. Bottom line, they didn’t excite me. I thought I was maybe getting too old, it’s been a good decade and a half since I lusted after a real life rock god.

Then I go on the Smutsonian and have a look around to see what Shurrn is recommending and there’s ‘Claiming Addison: 69 Bottles’ #1 by Zoey Derrick. She’s a new author to me but it gets a rave review and it’s bisexual menage – I’m already half in love with it! So I take the plunge and buy it. Best £1.99 I’ve spent in a long time.

Surprisingly the most important thing about this book for me is how much I loved Addison. It’s rare for me to be so taken with a heroine, but she grabbed my attention immediately and held it throughout the book. She’s strong, sassy and sometimes a snarky bitch. She doesn’t take any shit and she knows what she wants. It worked for me. She has just the right amount of issues and a bit of angst (I can’t stand too much angst) to keep her interesting. I totally envy her confidence and I want her tattoos. Plus she gets two insanely hot men – yeah I’d take a day in her life, no problem!

Now the blokes… (I love it when it’s plural!) Kellan and Talon are sexy as hell on their own, together it’s like an avalanche of sexy hotness. They’re a fantastic mix of dominant, tender, and rockstar attitude. The sex is hot, but I’m guessing there’s a lot more to come (no pun intended – stop being so dirty!) in the next book ‘Craving Talon: 69 Bottles’ #2 which is due out 17th Feb 2015.

‘Claiming Addison’ is a bisexual menage and it starts right at the beginning for the two men. So you get all those tense, hot first touches and all that yummy uncertainty that then leads to mind blowing orgasms. So good.

‘Claiming Addison’ rang all my bells and has me hooked. I can’t wait for their story to continue, there’s plenty left to tell.

5 ***** bright, shiny stars.

Purchase links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PMCL1J0

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/claiming-addison/id942562506?mt=11

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If you want to know more about Zoey Derrick here’s her website and look out for the second book in this series:

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BLOG TOUR! Review and Excerpt: ‘Forbidden’ (Under the Skin #2) by Charlotte Stein

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SYNOPSIS: 

They say I need help. Another exorcism. This is not new. This is my life. Today, I expect to suffer at the hands of a man as warped by superstition and fear as my mother. A man who will torture me in order to save me from things that don’t exist.

But the man who actually comes to me is different.

Killian is good and decent, and he sees what’s good and decent in me. And I don’t mean for it to happen, but every time he looks at me, his gaze sets me on fire. He brings me to the light, gives me back my life. For the first time, I see a future for myself.

A future with him.

I burn for Killian – a man who’s intent on protecting me. On healing me.

He doesn’t get it. The only thing that can heal me is him. But Killian will soon be a priest. Untouchable. Forbidden.

How can I ask a man to choose between me … and God?

My Review:

‘Forbidden’ is the second book in Charlotte Stein’s ‘Under the Skin’ series. It’s an apt title: it sparks all sorts of salacious thoughts. Don’t we all want things even more when we’re told we can’t have them?

Well, wanting a soon-to-be priest might be fairly close to the top of most people’s lists of things they can’t have; however, our hero and heroine meet under extraordinary circumstances and their relationship develops in an intense and unusual way. Charlotte Stein is the queen of awkward, sexy erotica. That sounds like it shouldn’t work, but it really does. Her previous books are funny as well as being sexy as hell and I love that.

Stein has diverted from her usual style with this ‘Under the Skin’ series. I felt the books have more character development and emotion. The stories are darker and more lyrical than her previous ones. There is some truly beautiful writing here: words and phrases that made me sigh and go straight back to read again. Killian basically seduces Dot (and the reader) with his gorgeous words when he describes Dot:

“That light in your eyes always calling to me and the way it burns when I come.

How can I not when you are as lovely as the sun on some December day?”

She seems to be intent on setting a certain atmosphere and exploring more serious themes in these books and that works for the most part. It took me a few pages to get into the Southern American dialect of the narrator, a young woman called Dot. I just wasn’t expecting it and it jarred a little initially. One of Stein’s talents though is to make the reader care about her narrator. Dot’s voice is clear and honest and soon drew me in. She is in turn innocent and sensual.

She meets Killian a few pages in, but let’s just say Stein makes you wait for the good stuff. She builds the tension between them beautifully, until you’re leaning forward in your chair, holding your breath just aching for him to touch her.

Killian: “You could say nothing at all and that would still be the case. I’ve been bleeding since the moment I met you. The only difference is that right now I don’t know how to hide it.”

Stein experiments with the boundaries of the erotic novel with great effect in ‘Forbidden’. Her characters are tortured outsiders who suffer for being different. We watch them heal and love, as well as watching their sexual awakening unfold. It’s a challenging but fulfilling journey to take.

Nobody writes sex like Charlotte Stein. It’s hot, repressed – wrong, but oh so right – sex and there are some panty-dampening scenes in ‘Forbidden’, but I have to admit I would have liked a bit more! Having said that, there are some brilliant moments of furtive touching, secret orgasms and frantic, needy sex.

‘Forbidden’ is a must read for people who are looking for intelligent erotica. Chances are you’ll fall in love with Charlotte Stein and her quirky, original characters. I think readers will be surprised by how many lusty thoughts they’ll be having about a soon-to-be priest too.

4 ½ stars **** – A highly recommended read.

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

I don’t know how long I’ve been up here this time. Feels like days, but it can’t possibly be. If it was days I would have peed myself. I would have made a mess or else starved to death, yet somehow I don’t even feel hungry. Though really is that any kind of surprise? My stomach is churning and churning at the thought of what might happen soon. Every time it comes into my head all of this sickness rises inside me, and only the idea of having to lie here with puke stinking me up puts a stop to it.

The room is rancid enough as it is. Momma shut the windows ages ago, and the heat is making me sweat. I can see it shining on my bare arms and taste it salt-sharp on my upper lip, and whenever I wriggle I get a wave of that familiar smell. The one I never used to get when I was young and innocent, but now get all the time.

I scrub and scrub and plaster my body in deodorant, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The ripe scent of my own body is still there, like a reminder of what makes Momma hate me now.

Not that I need any kind of reminder, what with the ropes around my wrists and ankles and the fact that I’ve been here forever. Or the way she looks at me when she comes in to see if I’m contrite and ready to plead for forgiveness. Of course I always tell her I am, but whether I do or not don’t matter.

How can you really get absolution for being possessed by the devil? I could say ten thousand Hail Marys and recite the Bible backward, and it wouldn’t make no difference. The demon she sees in me is invisible, and never seems to do nothing, so it’s not like I can just scrub him out or act like he’s not there. I can’t stop spinning the room around like in that movie with the girl who has no eyebrows.

The room has never spun around.

You ask me—if I am possessed, I got some raw kind of deal. Seems unfair to have to lie here and be so severely punished, when I don’t even get special powers. As far as I know I haven’t so much as spoken in tongues or bent over in some kind of weird way, and for darn sure my eyes have never turned black.

So why do I have to suffer?

She says it’s because I sinned, but I swear to God I haven’t said or done a single damned thing. Apart from right then, thinking damned. But I know the devil doesn’t jump into you for saying that. Most people don’t even think of it as a curse anymore. The girls I used to go to school with said all kinds of things, like the one with the F and the one with S and even worse—that one I’m not even going to give a letter to.

But none of them ever had the devil eat her soul alive.

And none of them had to wait all tied up in her bedroom, while some awful Priest comes to exorcise the evil spirits out of them.

I can hear him now, climbing up the stairs. He sounds like judgment day coming to greet me, footsteps as heavy as the hooves of the devil I’m supposed to be possessed by. Each one slower than the last, until I have to hold my breath or else pass out from the tension. Why isn’t he racing up here? How come he’s dragging his feet like this?

Because he wants to torment me before this has even begun, I think, and then all this water starts leaking out of my eyes. I pull at the ropes and wish for hands as small as mice just so I could get free. Though if I’m going to be wishing I’ll try for wings, because Lord I want to fly away from here.

If I weren’t tied I’d jump right out the window, wings or not. I’d suffer two broken legs and a snapped neck, if it meant I didn’t have to face whatever awful thing he’s going to do to me. Beat me, most likely, because Momma would never get anyone who wasn’t going to beat me. He’s going to stripe me from here to tomorrow—which I could take.

It’s the other stuff that worries me more.

The boiling holy water and the drowning and the branding with crosses. She says he’ll do that, all of that, and I believe her so completely I make myself bleed. My wrists are bleeding and my ankles are bleeding and I’m crying when the doorknob starts to turn. I scream for someone to deliver me from this hell, and just as I do the door swings wide.

He comes in, and after that I don’t know what to think.

I go silent straight away, but not because I’m choked with fear. I would be if he was the image in my head—seven feet tall and old as sin, with eyes like winter at the ends of the earth. Then I’d be scared and screaming still. But he’s not that way at all.

He looks like some ordinary man.

He ain’t even wearing the robes and the collar and that. He has on this old beaten leather jacket—one that is far too hot for the weather here, if his flushed face is anything to go by—and even more astonishing a pair of jeans. I swear to God he’s wearing jeans like he just did some fancy thing that jeans-wearing people do.

And he is young.

He’s so young I don’t even realize what’s going on at first. I’m too busy gawking at his black, black hair and his lack of an angry beard and his kind of smooth everything. He steps forward and I marvel at how vigorous he is—not heavy and lumbering at all. And when he reaches for the rope around my right wrist, all I can do is look and look at his nice hands.

They’re big, but they’re not the least bit wrinkled or riddled with veins. He could be just a few years older than me—maybe twenty-five? He could be younger, even though that seems crazy. Momma would never bring someone like this to deal with me. She would laugh at someone like this. She took us away from the church because the new Priest was all young and into love and forgiving, so this makes no sense.

And then I realize what he’s doing, and it makes even less sense than that.

He’s untying me. He’s doing it fast too—like he knows Momma might come in any second and stop him. Only I can see Momma in the door with her face all pinched and her hands wringing and wringing and she doesn’t take a single step toward him, so maybe his quickness is something else.

It seems like he’s horrified about something.

I think the horrified something might be me. He mutters a word as he sets me loose, and I’m pretty sure the word is barbaric. But him believing that and not wanting to thrash the devil out of me is so not what I’ve been thinking all this time that it kind of won’t sink in. I keep trying to look around him to Momma, waiting for her to step in.

Or for him to change his mind. Maybe this is all just a trick or a trap, and suddenly he’ll get out a switch to line my skin. Could be he has something worse on him—like a thick leather belt or some kind of whupping device—and I can feel my body bracing for it. Hurt like a son of a b-i-t-c-h when Momma went at me with that rolling pin one time, so Lord only knows what will happen with this man wielding something bigger.

He comes closer and I wince away from it.

Only I’m wincing away from nothing at all. He doesn’t lash me or strike my face. He gets his hand underneath my bare bruised legs and the other around my back and then he says, “Put your arms around my neck.”

Takes me a while to understand what he means, though. I sit there thinking—this must be some other new kind of punishment, and the minute I do as he asks, pain will make me pass out. He might have shockers behind his ears or something like it, and even after I find out he doesn’t I’m wondering.

I wonder right up until he lifts me into his arms.

After which my thoughts go kind of still and stunned. No one has ever lifted me up before. Could be my dad did once, but I can barely remember him. And Momma sure never—she would have hated touching me this much. She would have complained about me making her hands all dirty, yet somehow the Priest don’t seem to care.

He holds me all firm against his good clean clothes—that leather smells like old books and the shirt underneath just the same. And when Momma moans and asks what he’s doing in a weak sort of voice, he answers like it’s only sensible.

“I’m taking your daughter to the hospital,” he says, even though it must be miles to Sacred Heart and I will have to go all the way in his car in my worn thin housedress and my stink of a too-hot room and my red hair so lank it looks black.

People will laugh at him, I reckon.

Yet he doesn’t seem to care at all.

He doesn’t even care when Momma goes to bar his way. He tells her, “Step aside, Mrs. Emerson,” and for a second I go hot and cold thinking of someone disobeying her and provoking her wrath. Then I remember: he isn’t just someone. He’s a man of God and he has all the things she believes in on his side, and no amount of hand-wringing can change that.

She has to do as he says, and she does. She lets him go on through and down the stairs with me in his arms, though it’s only once we’re outside that I really feel what’s happened. The breezy autumn air hits my fevered skin and I breathe out for the first time in years.

The breathing out sounds kind of like a sob. It comes out loud at any rate—so loud I know he must hear it for what it is. But if he does, he gives no sign. He just keeps on walking to his car, while I look back over at the clapboard place I lived in all these years. Somehow I understand that I’m not ever coming back to it.

This is it now, this is my freedom, and it looks like a Priest in his old sedan, with my momma running out in her black skirts calling to me. “Dorothy,” she screams, “Dorothy,” and in my head I’m already turning into someone else. They will ask at the hospital and I will say.

My name is Dot.


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Amazon: http://amzn.to/1zD8fGa

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/forbidden-charlotte-

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iTunes:

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Google:

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5* Review: ‘Zoey And The Nice Guy’ by Carter Ashby

This is a contemporary romance review – it’s sexy though and so worth a read!

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What a fantastic find Carter Ashby is – I loved this book!

Zoey is a sparky, sassy, hard as nails heroine with a bucket load of believable insecurities. She’s got barriers like Fort Knox. Kellan has to figure out if he’s up to the job of breaking through them and if she’s worth the effort.

She’s not easy to handle, but then what woman worth the effort is? Carter Ashby has created a three dimensional character who makes you cheer her on, bury your head in your hands and smile in understanding.

I laughed out loud so many times while I was reading this book; a couple of times I had tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard (cookie baking time and Clint Eastwood – that’s all I’m saying!). I love that feeling and a book is an automatic keeper for me when that happens.

Kellan is a nice guy it’s true, but he’s sexy and funny too. He learns how to stand up for himself and his emotional strength is everything that Zoey doesn’t realise she needs. Plus, he gives her great sex – what more can she ask for?!

The supporting characters are interesting and well rounded already. I’m really looking forward to Jayce and Maya’s story – ‘Maya and the Tough Guy’ – coming next.

So another 5* review from me. I’m on a roll…


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Happy reading, Rebecca x

 

Review: Brit Boys: On Boys (hot M/M book bundle)

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Brit Boys: On Boys (a hot m/m bundle) IT’S ONLY 99p!!

If you’re anything like me, you get boxed sets and book bundles recommended to you all the time on Amazon. I’ve bought a few, 99p is a good deal for 5 or 6 books and even if I only like one of the stories I still think that’s ok, you take a chance on these things. Sometimes I’ve even found decent new authors – bonus!

Now Brit Boys: On Boys is a totally different kettle of fish. Every single story in this collection is at least really good, some are fantastic. That all comes down to personal preference. But what is constant throughout is the quality of writing. Plus they’re really very steamy and I like that a lot.

It’s got a sexy mechanic, hunky marines, a delicious actor and a vamp that you’d offer your own neck up for if he was interested. One of the best threesome scenes I’ve ever read (that totally deserves to be in bold cos it’s awesome!), a dishy chef, a sci-fi love affair and the cutest teacher you’ll ever meet.

I’ve read quite a bit by Lily Harlem, KD Grace and Lucy Felthouse before. They’re firm favourites of mine, but the other authors were new to me. I now have 5 new authors to keep up with from one bundle of books. Genuinely, it’s not often you find that kind of quality in one place; and best of all they’re all British. This makes me very proud.

So I’m giving this 5 shiny stars. I loved it. Steamy and romantic, funny and often touching.

Highly recommended read and only 99p on Amazon


Follow Lily Harlem, KD Grace and Lucy Felthouse on Twitter (their Britbabes page). Also follow their blog.

Find the following authors at: Clare London, M.K Elliott, Sarah Masters, Ashe Barker and Joesphine Myles

 

 

5* Review: ‘The Silk Tie’ by Lily Harlem

A little background first… Lily Harlem is one eighth of the fantastic Brit Babes. She has an amazing variety of books in her back catalogue and also writes as Harlem Dae with Natalie Dae. Phew! So many books to read and lots of books due for release this year too.

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I’ve just finished reading Lily’s book ‘The Silk Tie’ and it’s left me with an ache in my chest. You know the ones you get when you finish a book and you didn’t want it to end? I loved this book. It’s a keeper and will be re-read in its entirety, and sometimes in parts (you know which bits I’m talking about *wink*), over and over again.

I love reading about different kinks and finding new ones that I didn’t know about, expanding my sexual knowledge so to speak; but sometimes I just need to read a book that explores my own fantasies and kinks.

Well, let’s just say ‘The Silk Tie’ stimulates pretty much every nerve-ending for me. Bisexual menage, voyeurism, lots of M/M action, female dominating both men (pegging)…. is it hot in here?!

Lily writes bisexual menage with flair. The sex scenes are explicit and dirty. The dialogue is filthy, they watch each other fuck and talk about it. That’s one of my most favourite things and Ms Harlem does it with style. So many menage stories leave me feeling nothing because it’s A put his dick in that hole then B put his dick in that hole then C sucked A… you get the picture.

A large part of the menage fantasy for me is the voyeuristic aspect; watching the action as well as being part of it. But it’s not just the visual is it? I want to know what they feel about what they see; I want to hear them verbalise it too.

So tell me, in as filthy a way as possible, please. Lily does that in this book. She had me squirming and flushed. Winner!

It’s always interesting to see how an author deals with the existence of a third in a menage relationship. The emotions involved are complex, I think, and some menage stories overlook them. You get a real sense of the soul-searching involved for this couple, before they invite the third into their relationship and during it’s early stages. I did feel it was a little unrealistic that Haley felt no jealousy when she discovered her husband had feelings for another person. I certainly would have, even if I found the thought of it exciting and arousing. In the main, it’s a small criticism.

There is a definite sequence of events that keeps the story moving at a good pace and develops the relationships between the three central characters. We see a little of their daily working lives which rounds the characters out nicely, but for the most part the book is all about the events leading to the sex: which is exactly how I wanted it! No skim reading to the good bits because there’s plenty of them.

The thing with erotica is, you can recognise quality writing but still not love the book, still not get turned on by the words. When you find one that makes you feel it, each and every filthy, lusty word, it’s a little bit of heaven.

For me, great erotica is about an emotional connection with the characters as well as a physical response to their story. ‘The Silk Tie’ gave me that and more. So I’m giving it 5 very shiny stars ***** a highly recommended read.


‘The Silk Tie’ is self-published and only available on Amazon.

Find Lily’s book list and future releases at www.lilyharlem.com Keep up with her on twitter @lily_harlem and Facebook

 

 

Review: Book 1 and 2 of Kayla Lords’ ‘Sir and Babygirl’ series

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I’m a big fan of Kayla’s blog ‘A Sexual Being’. So I must admit I was pretty excited to read these books. She writes honestly and frankly about living as a submissive within the BDSM lifestyle. Who better to write some good BDSM sex scenes than someone with firsthand (and a rosy well-spanked bum) experience?

These books are a series of standalone short stories that, put together, show the developing relationship of Katie and Johnathan (aka Sir and Babygirl). The central characters don’t meet in person for a while, so Kayla gets us nicely heated up with some hot masturbation scenes – you know there’s some serious sexual tension brewing!

Putting the stories together works for the most part, but I did feel that there was a bit of a gap at the end of ‘The First Date’ and the start of ‘Sir and Babygirl’. Their relationship seems to progress rapidly into a D/s one and I found myself feeling like I’d missed something along the way. I soon got over it though when he has her up against the wall and says, “Let’s begin.” [Shiver].

We realise early on that these two people’s emotions are very much entwined. I love how well Johnathan understands Katie’s insecurities and how he is able to comfort her and support her. Their D/s relationship has to find it’s place within their everyday lives, kids, jobs and chores. Kayla brings all these aspects of everyday life into her stories, giving them an appealing element of reality within the BDSM context.

These books aren’t just about the sex, even though Kayla’s sex scenes are steamy hot; they’re also romantic tales about two people finally finding their soul-mate and, ultimately, having the guts to take a risk on love when they’re already feeling damaged from previous relationships.

This is not the end for Sir and Babygirl. Look out for more adventures in the future.

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Reviews: ‘Not Her Type’ and ‘Take Control’ by Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee has written over 70 short stories and 14 solo publications, so if you’re new to Kay and you like these books, you’ve got a huge back catalogue to read. She’s well known for ‘The Perfect Submissive’ trilogy (Xcite) and is one eighth of the brilliant Brit Babes. Her writing has a distinctly British feel to it, so expect a bunch of sexy ‘arses’ and ‘bottoms’ rather than ‘asses’ and ‘butts’!

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Not Her Type is a classic tale of opposites who attract. Jenny is a well educated woman who has secluded herself from the world after a series of difficult relationships; John is a rough around the edges courier who delivers her DVDs every week (I want that service *cough*). They begin the story as friends, but the story rapidly becomes about their sexual explorations.

Kay Jaybee isn’t shy about exploring a wide variety of kinks and pushing some boundaries. Not Her Type has M/F, M/F/F and F/F scenes; there’s some light bondage and spanking; masturbating in public; and one particular kink that will probably not be everyone’s cup of tea. I had a moment where I thought, “did he really just say he was going to do that?!” But Jaybee doesn’t draw the scene out, so even though it’s not my thing, it didn’t really bother me.

The sex is pretty raw and basically a series of short, hard fucks. I never felt like I connected emotionally with the characters. I want that most of the time when I read erotica, but sometimes I’m happy to just go with the physical – this was one of those times. The sex was definitely hot and there was more than one scene that got me all tingly. The sheer desperation and urgency they feel for each other is a turn on in itself.

Jenny and John’s relationship raises the question: is sex alone ever enough? The sex she’s having with John rapidly takes over Jenny’s life to the point where she can think of little else.

She’s confused about her sexuality, she’s confused about John. The sex is the only thing that makes sense. This book is heavy on the sex and light on story, but to be honest I got all that I needed from the plot and it drives the book forward to a more than satisfactory ending. I liked the ending and thought it was pretty realistic considering the characters thoughts and actions throughout.

Overall, I enjoyed Not Her Type it’s a hot piece of erotica that does what it intends to. I am very glad that Kay Jaybee has such a fertile imagination.

Personally, Christmas wrapping paper will never seem quite so innocent again.

4 stars – recommended read

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Take Control has five short imaginative stories catering to all sorts of kinks. They are primarily about dominance and submission, but they also explore other elements of erotic play.

Much to my delight, Kay Jaybee seems to be a big fan of multiple partner scenes: making ‘Dinner With Tess’ and ‘Staged’ my favourite stories in this collection.

Dinner With Tess’ is a bisexual menage (my favourite kind) and it is definitely hot. I wanted more M / M action which was a bit of an unfulfilled tease, but I guess it’s the wrong collection of stories for that particular kink. It was very enjoyable none the less.

There are a couple of stories that are more sensual, ‘Deluged’ and ‘The Necklace’ (which is also a menage). These were well written with evocative language. I felt every drop of water and sting of hail on Beth’s skin and it made me long for a summer thunderstorm.

The Experiment’ is a voyeur’s delight which ends with a nice surprise.

A quick enjoyable read; easy to pick up and put down whenever the urge may take you.

4 stars – recommended read

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