Rating (Out of 5): ~4.5
Genre: Erotica; Adult Contemporary Romance; BDSM, D/s, sado-masochism
Publisher: Self-published?
Release Date: February 2015
Spoilers?: No.
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Goodreads Synopsis:
They call him Masque.
I call him God.
The man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me.
Yet I've never seen his face.
His body ripples like an adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves.
He plays hard.
He plays rough.
He has no limits.
He's so fucking dirty bad wrong.
But I love him for it.
***
Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group.
But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be.
For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before...
And she wants Masque to give it to her.
**Warning - this novel contains graphic sex, and hardcore elements of BDSM. There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive.
If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.***
I call him God.
The man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me.
Yet I've never seen his face.
His body ripples like an adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves.
He plays hard.
He plays rough.
He has no limits.
He's so fucking dirty bad wrong.
But I love him for it.
***
Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group.
But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be.
For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before...
And she wants Masque to give it to her.
**Warning - this novel contains graphic sex, and hardcore elements of BDSM. There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive.
If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.***
The Cover:
I really like the cover. I think it's fitting, that the dark cover and wire works well, and it's hot. It's well done.
Review:
I want to say,
first of all, that this is a very dirty book. It’s much of an extreme BDSM
kink, with whipping and crying and sadism. Be warned.
But honestly, I
completely loved it, and want more like it so much.
Lydia has always
been a good girl, but she’s finding that she wants more, and when she goes to
the BDSM club, she finds she’s wanting a lot dirtier. Her newfound friend Raven
doesn’t believe it, and neither do he, until she proves it to them.
The attraction was
immediate, and hot, and simmered for a while. They both have reasons for not
wanting to do anything, him especially. But finally it hits a point and they
can’t stop. And then it gets seriously hot.
It seemed very
realistic to me, their reasons for worry, the way Lydia’s friends reacted. And
I really loved the way Lydia pushed for what she wanted, and didn’t back down
when she was told no, or when she was judged.
This book was so
hot, and while there was a lot of development and I loved the characters and
the ending, the sex and the attraction and the romance is what got me most. I
loved their relationship, and it was so hot.
I just want more of
this, honestly.
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