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grandslamGrand Slam by Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse

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ASIN  B00EQ88XX8

Story Rating: 3.5 out of 5 paddles

Sting Factor (kink): 3.5 out of 5

Review:

The upper echelons of professional tennis generally are occupied by extremely determined and forceful personalities. It is hardly a stretch to imagine some of those individuals gravitating to the dominant side of BDSM. Such is the underlying premise of the recent collaboration of authors Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse, Grand Slam.

Despite it delving beneath the surface of D/s play dynamics, at its core this is a romantic tale chronicling the love affair between a sports psychologist and a top tennis player.  Marie has been hired to help Travis regain his focus while he recuperates from a fairly serious automobile accident. Their mutual attraction complicates the purpose of their professional alliance, as does Travis’ determination to awaken Marie’s latent sexual submissiveness.

The entirety of the book is written from a first person point of view, although the person telling the story alternates between Travis and Marie with each chapter. Whether or not this helps or hinders the narrative will depend upon the reader’s sensibilities and preferences. I was not particularly enamored of this convention, but I didn’t hate it either.

Realistically, I am not the target consumer for this book. Romantic stories don’t really appeal to me all that much, nor do I enjoy sharing characters’ inner angst while they wrestle with their hopes and fears as the mating dance unfolds. Looking at these features objectively though, I would say that they are well done, just not to my personal tastes.

For readers interested in this book for its erotic content, that too is a subjective matter. There are ample sex scenes throughout with varying levels of intensity; however, the BDSM elements are not hard core in the least, but definitely sensual and erotic. That aspect of Grand Slam would more likely resonate with outsiders and newbies than those in the lifestyle.

Reviewed by Jim Lyon

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Sexy as Hell Inspiration by Lily Harlem

 

‘Sexy as Hell’ is a phrase used often enough, but what does it mean? Is Hell sexy? Not when depicted by religious literature it isn’t. In fact it’s a place to be avoided at all cost. To be in a limbo is not a teetering-on-the-edge-of-eternal-wrath-and-fire tightrope you want to be balancing on. Well, not if you’re a good boy or girl that is. lily1

So why does the expression Sexy as Hell make people twist a smile, twitch their eyebrows and glance sideways? Is it because the suggestion that Hell is sexy is wickedly immoral, hot-to-boiling point and holds hints of carnal desires met in the dead of the night when no one is watching? Is it that it implies sex in its most primitive form?—just the mating and satisfying of bodies without the emotion and the deeply committed love that Heaven sanctifies.

Is the Hell in the expression simply a profanity? Or maybe even a way to enhance the meaning of sexy? If you’re sexy as Hell are you more alluringly sensual than any other earth-walking human? Do you have your own unique, blistering red carpet to sashay upon and turn the head of the horniest devil and the most daring of lovers?

Sexy as Hell can be interpreted any which way you want; an expression of endearment, soul-aching ardour or unquenched lust. Take it how you want it, that’s the name of the game.

And that’s the game Zara plays, in the erotic BDSM trilogy Sexy as Hell. Living in a nocturnal world of depraved sex shows where anything goes as long as it feels good, she really is burying herself under a shroud of sensation and hiding in a mist of dominant demands.

Until Victor comes along.

Kind and patient, he’s a vanilla corporate sort, bubbling over with an innate yearning to have his boundaries pushed. Zara is so up for the job she sets him a challenge, a month of lessons to find out what he really likes. To learn to think out of the box, or rather out of the bedroom and submit to her demands.

It was this rolling idea of lessons, each one more shocking to Victor and more exciting to Zara, that started the ball rolling in The Virgin. Even with Victor’s secret, and Zara’s buried past, they both become so entrenched, so accurate at reading the other that living in polar opposites on the planet couldn’t quash the heat radiating from them.

So it became clear that The Player was going to have to be about diluting their needs, and then mixing them up again, concentrating that soup of want and longing until an explosion shot them high in the sky and then planted them deep in the earth again.

Hell.

Sex and love are a carefully constructed concoction which plays the prevailing role in The Vixen. Here the threads of Victor and Zara weave in an elegant pattern that ends up being as ugly as it is beautiful and as sinful as it is cleansing. It holds a theme of acceptance and healing, moving forward and stepping away from conventional love. This is the driving force of the trilogy, resulting in an epic journey two people find themselves on in the hunt for fulfillment, the banishing of demons and the promise of everlasting commitment.

Sexy as Hell, in its entirety is sensual, erotic and loving yet tests Victor and Zara to their limits. It will no doubt push reader boundaries too, throwing previous conceptions about sex right out of the pot and into the fire, in the most seductive, captivating of ways, of course.

 

Sexy as Hell Trilogy  -

The Virgin, The Player and The Vixen

By Harlem Dae

 

Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins. lily3

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.

About the Authors

Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae have been writing together for several years on top of their individual author projects. Their joint name is now Harlem Dae. They enjoy being represented by traditional houses including HarperCollins and Total-E- Bound as well self-publishing their sexy stories on Amazon. Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.

About the Sexy as Hell Novels

The Virgin – Book #1

London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.

My journey to Hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.

One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.

She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.

Her world.

Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.

And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

The Player – Book #2

Tuscany – New lovers, new lessons and an eruption of uncontrollable lust.

The real world was working for me, its pastel shades and straight-and-narrow route a familiar path to tread. It suited me, this normality; it was good for me too. Or so I thought, because the new light in my life, Catherine, was not quite fulfilling my needs. Her lack of colour, the weak whispers of her kisses were not touching my soul the way I’d become accustomed to. I needed more.

More of everything in my darkly addictive rainbow; the wicked wantonness of sin, the depraved pleasure of seedy seduction and the prism of delight I took in being struck…and of doing the striking. I missed the fireworks, the brilliant displays of Technicolor ecstasy that strung me out and bared me to my bones. I wanted to go there again, and take Catherine, too, see if I could have that pyrotechnic display with her. Did she have a riot of vibrant shades beneath her skin or was she magnolia to the core?

My teacher, Zara, told me I could discover her palette. That all I needed to do was show Catherine my world, my new world, the one I’d never inhabited alone. Zara couldn’t come with me this time, she had a new student now. I was on my own, it was down to me. Or was it?

It seemed my teacher had other ideas after all, and when she sashayed back into my life with her rules and murmurs of encouragement, I had no choice but to listen to her, take her advice, follow her lead, even though I knew nothing ever ended well with her. But resistance was futile, my protests fell on deaf ears. But that suited my plans, didn’t it?

 The Vixen – Book #3

Venice – Two people, a shed load of baggage and a way forward that takes extreme to new limits.

In an explosion of clarity, the mist cleared and I understood what my lascivious teacher, Zara, really was beneath the surface. I couldn’t see her beautiful core. Like a dank fog warning off poor unfortunates who wandered her way, she wouldn’t let the darkness lift, refused to light the way. But she gave me a key. It was small, stiff, and I was afraid of what I’d find if I turned it. But I did. I couldn’t resist. She did that to me.

In a tumble of truths, I understood her bleak voids and why she filled them with sharp slicing reds and hostile bruising purples. What had happened, what they’d done had bled her of colour and created a woman who needed so much more and always would—for all of time. But I could give her back that vibrancy, I was sure I could; my colours complimented hers and I had plenty of them. My needs could switch to take her to those grey places she needed to visit again in order to obliterate the memories that caused her pain. In the space they’d occupied, I’d create a pile of shimmering, perfectly cut-diamond memories, a rainbow cloud of sugar mist to replace that dankness. I could do it; I would help her become more beautiful than anything I’d seen before.

And within that new, delicate ‘thing’ was us. Victor and Zara. Unconventional, extreme, romantic, we spanned every shimmering stroke of the rainbow and all the coal-black shadows on the way down to Hell. But together we could fight demons. I would be her knight in shining armour even if it pushed me to the very limits of what I ever believed I could do to a woman. And what thrilled me, was if I bared my soul, found the courage to be a monster as well as an angel, I had a very real chance of making her mine—or did I? Because the only thing predictable about Zara, was that she was completely unpredictable.

Buy Links

Amazon US

The Virgin – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E251FBW

The Player – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E251FOO

The Vixen – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E251KU8

Amazon UK

The Virgin – http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Virgin-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251FBW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374518725&sr=1-1

The Player – http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Player-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251FOO/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374518725&sr=1-2

The Vixen – http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Vixen-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251KU8/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374518774&sr=1-3

Author Links

Harlem Dae website http://www.harlemdae.com

Harlem Dae on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/NatalieDaeandLilyHarlem

Harlem Dae on Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Harlem%20Dae&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank

 

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Harlem%20Dae&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank

Excerpt from The Virgin

I sighed then sipped my coffee, wondering what on earth was the matter with me. Perhaps this game with Victor was dragging me down. If that was the case, I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I stared into space, working out what to show him next. There were the Swedes—mustn’t forget those—but maybe they’d be better off left for the finale. God, that would give him a last visual to remember his time with me by. I could only hope he learned from what I was teaching him and didn’t file it in the back of his mind. What a waste if he didn’t use it with future women, either as a sub or having a go at domination himself. When he’d got going last night he’d given off an unstoppable energy. It was muted assertiveness yes, but I was pretty sure it was there.

Bile rose into my throat.

Was I coming down with something? That would be all I’d need, being sick smack bang in the middle of a bet. I breathed deeply, waiting for a slash of nausea to strike, but nothing came. Maybe the milk in the coffee wasn’t as fresh as it could be. I shrugged, once again studying the men in the coffee shop. One of them, nice-looking and hair much like Victor’s, greying a bit at the temples but not quite as long at the back as his, was typing steadfastly on his laptop. I wondered what he did for a living that meant he spent his coffee break working. Or perhaps he wasn’t working at all. He might well be firing off saucy emails to a woman who read them while frigging her clit. Would Victor be up for something like that?

I wasn’t about to wait to find out. I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. Having stored his email address in my mind, I tapped the icon for my mail app and typed it in, taking a moment to think on what to put. In the subject line I typed CAN YOU WALK PROPERLY TODAY? then proceeded with the main entry.

Dear Mr Doesn’t-Know-It-All-But-Knows-A-Bit-More-Than-Before,

I hope this email finds you in good spirits. How is your arse? Sore? I imagine it is. Mine isn’t, just in case you were wondering. I have a blissful kind of ache going on down there, and every time I move I think of you with your cock inside me. I have to admit, I’m wondering how that cock would feel in my cunt again, but we have plenty of time for me to find out, don’t we?

Now, about tonight. I doubt your back hole is up for any more invasions just yet, so I thought us watching a performance might be the best way to go. There’s an act you haven’t seen yet—The Harlequin; you’ll see why when you get there—and it will show you a thing or two.

8 o’clock sharp at Eden Street. If you don’t turn up this time…well, it’d be pointless if you didn’t. You know damn well I’ll only come and find you and do what I have in mind anyway. And you’ll enjoy it, I promise.

By the way, I’m enjoying a lovely coffee. Isn’t it about time you took a break?

Mistress Z

I smiled as I hit SEND, imagining his mail alarm tinkling, him opening his email browser thinking it was a client or one of his staff, only to find little old me had barged into his inbox. I wanted to barge into his inbox for real, but like I’d said to him, I didn’t think his arse could take another invasion so soon.

I sipped and gazed around while waiting for his response. If he didn’t send one immediately, then that was all right. He might be busy drawing or in a meeting or something. I hoped he wasn’t—hoped he was at his desk, bored and waiting for a decent distraction. Did he ever get bored at work, what with all those important projects to be getting on with?

My phone gave a solitary blip, and I looked down to see a number one in the corner of my mail icon. Excited, and wanting to laugh so loud it made people stare, I opened my mail.

Dear Mistress Z,

You are so naughty, emailing me like this. What did I tell you last night? I’m a busy man—too busy to be having filthy email conversations with you. Too busy to take a bloody break.

Yes, I’ll be at Eden Street at 8, not because you ordered me there but because I want to see The Harlequin. I enjoy a good show—perhaps you’d like me to take you to one of my kind some day? And yes, my arse is sore, thank you very much.

Mr Won’t-Take-Any-More-Orders-For-The-Rest-Of-The-Day

Ha! So he wasn’t so busy that he didn’t have time to respond. And as for not taking any more orders…he’d be taking them tonight.

Dear Mr I’m-Too-Busy-For-My-Mistress-Who-Likes-To-Put-Things-Up-My-Arse,

Thank you so much for your prompt response, despite being a very busy man. I appreciate you finding the time to squeeze me into your hectic schedule. I should be flattered. However, there’s always time for a bit of slap and tickle, and I aim to show you that all work and no play might make Victor a very dull man. And it had made you dull, hadn’t it? Admit it. When was the last time you had fun before you met me? Lighten up a little.

If you have a client sitting opposite your desk—and I can’t imagine you being so rude as to write filth to me if you did; again, not enough balls—or you have someone in your office, or perhaps you’re in someone else’s office and answering mail on your phone, just imagine what they’d think if they knew what we were talking about. Don’t you think it makes for an interesting deviance from your usual boring day? What a secret to have, sending raunchy messages to a woman when no one else knows.

What a secret to have when a woman emails you saying she’d like nothing more than to pay you a visit, yank down your trousers, and stuff your very hard cock into her mouth.

And you are hard, aren’t you?

Mistress Z

I sent the message and smiled. I was skating on thin ice here, risking annoying him or getting him so exasperated that the next response from him might not be so kind. Still, it was passing the time, and I could imagine him now, reading my message with a too-hard cock and no way to relieve it unless he visited the bathroom and took himself in hand. If he was in a meeting, all the better. A stiffy when sitting at a conference table could only make him want to see me tonight all the more.

My alert pinged.

Dear Mistress-Z-Who-Is-So-Infuriating-She-Makes-Me-Want-To-Scream,

I’m alone in my office, trying to work, and no, that doesn’t mean you can send me more of your dirty little messages. I really do need to get along here, and it’s all very well saying I should have secrets and should enjoy all this email sex malarkey—and I am in a way, I just wish you hadn’t chosen today to do it—but I have deadlines.

I don’t want to brush you off, believe me I don’t, but in answer to your question, yes, I’m too damn hard and it’s going to take a while for me to stop thinking about your pert little body and concentrate on work.

Now stop it. I mean it, just stop.

Mr Wants-To-Fuck-Around-With-You-But-Can’t

A grin a mile wide spread across my face. That was all I’d been after, him admitting he wanted me, giving me some assurance that he’d be at Eden Street tonight. Oh, I knew he’d said he’d be there, but after his no-show before, I’d had to make sure. And now I knew he wanted to fuck me, was sitting at his desk trying to deflate his cock, I was on cloud nine.

As I was just about to hug myself in victory, the man who looked a bit like Victor came up to my table. I stared at him, wondering what he could want, and slid my phone back into my bag.

“May I join you?” he asked.

“If you like,” I said, giving him my best I-can-hook-you-in-a-heartbeat smile. It felt wrong on my face, stretching it painfully, and I didn’t understand why. “So,” I said, following my usual patter, “what brings a hunk like you here?”

He grinned, blue eyes flashing, and placed his laptop on the table. “Having the chance to pick up a woman like you.”

Oh, someone else who thought he should be the one to run the show. I refrained from rolling my eyes and gave him another smile instead. Inwardly I sighed at having to go through this again, when all I wanted was to go home and think about tonight. I didn’t like other men encroaching on my time when I was teaching someone else.

So why were you here the other day then? The day Victor dropped in and caught you looking at other men?

I frowned. All right, so I was a hypocrite. I’d have to be honest with myself—this man wasn’t floating my boat, no matter how similar to Victor he was. No matter how attractive he was.

“I’m not here to be picked up,” I said. “I’m…well, I’m seeing someone.”

I stood and grabbed my bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder and heading to the door without looking back. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to him, had turned down the chance at a one-night stand come the end of the month. But it was all I’d been able to think of to get rid of him, to make my exit appear acceptable.

There was no other reason for saying what I had at all.

The future…

Look out for secondary characters in the trilogy, they all have their own sexy as hell stories to tell and they’re coming soon! More details about The Star, The Harlequin and The Mistress on the Harlem Dae website.

When you first started writing, did you have any idea you’d be writing BDSM/kinky books? Do you write in any other genre? No, I never thought I’d head down the BDSM/erotic romance route. I started out on a creative writing course that covered all genres from children’s books to magical realism. I found my niche, however, when I stumbled across a writing competition run by online sex shop LoveHoney – http://www.lovehoney.co.uk – and fired off a naughty story about the first US female president up to naughtiness in the Oval Office with the British PM and much to my surprise I won first place! That was it, I was off on a roller coaster ride of sexy stories and I haven’t looked back since.

At what point did you decide you wanted to write BDSM/kinky-themed erotica? After winning the competition I began reading the genre more and more, naturally my writing headed down the same route. I always like a good deal of romance with my stories though, I guess I’m a big believer in love and that it really does make the world go round.

Do you write BDSM/kink erotica based on what you find interesting or sexy, or do you write more for your audience? Definitely what I find interesting or sexy myself, if I didn’t ‘feel’ the storyline then I wouldn’t be able to write it. Having said that, I don’t want to try out everything I write about, I guess that’s the beauty of being an author, I can slip into my characters head and experience wild, edgy things vicariously.

What have you written in the past that you think your BDSM/kink fans might find interesting? I wrote a fantasy story called Enchanted Submission – http://www.amazon.com/Enchanted-Submission-ebook/dp/B0052OUJAA/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_5  all about fairytale characters enjoying a BDSM club. Rapunzel and Beast get down to some serious fun, as does Cinderella with a Woodcutter! Also for something more contemporary The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita – http://www.amazon.com/The-Unwholesome-Adventures-Harita-ebook/dp/B006GT1XWS/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2 – is about an Indian couple who decide to start their arranged marriage off with a delicious sprinkle of kink in the bedroom. Or Stockholm Surrender – http://www.amazon.com/Stockholm-Surrender-ebook/dp/B0082B3CMM/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_5 about the daughter of a UK politician who falls for her captor after being taken hostage. Needless to say being tied up and teased is the most fun of all!

At this point in your career, do you think you’ll write more BDSM/kinky erotica? Yes, definitely, in fact my work in progress is exactly that. I went through a darker stage early in 2012 and that gave rise to a book that concentrated on whore fantasy. Dangerous to Know http://www.ellorascave.com/dangerous-to-know.html  is about a sweet, all American girl living in New York who becomes obsessed with using sex as a business deal and finds a rough, dirty guy to live out this sordid dream with. Nothing romantic about this one, available from 1st Feb from all good ebook retailers.

What’s the most surprising piece of feedback you’ve ever received from a fan of your writing? That my books read like watching a movie! I loved, loved, loved that bit of praise, because it is exactly how I see the stories unfolding in my head as I write. It completely boosted me, it’s so nice to have positive feedback, writing can be a lonely profession sometimes.

If someone new to your work is going to start with a story, which one would you recommend they read first? My new co-author at Mischief Harper Collins would be a good start. Anything for Him is gritty and dark, there are no BDSM dungeons and chains it’s all about the power-play between the two main characters. It’s fresh onto the shelves but has already had a review in USA Today  – “I read this book in one sitting, devouring this story of desire and obsession.” - USA TODAY – Kristina Wright. Details of Anything for Him, how inspiration was born plus excerpts and buy links can be found here – http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/inspiration-anything-for-him.html

What is your favorite flavor ice cream? And since this interview is for BDSM Book Reviews, vanilla is not an option! LOL – Okay, okay mint with little bits of chocolate in it – YUM!

Website, links info:

Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/

Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/

Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem

Facebook http://en-gb.facebook.com/people/Lily-Harlem/100003519563064

Facebook author page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lily-Harlem-author-page/200182030094568

Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem

 

That Filthy Book by Lily Harlem & Natalie Dae

http://www.amazon.com/That-Filthy-Book-Natalie-Dae/dp/0857159917/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1342269721&sr=1-1&keywords=that+filthy+book 

ISBN-10:0857159917

ISBN-13: 978-0857159915

Story Rating: 4 out of 5 paddles

Sting Factor (kink): 4 out of 5

Blurb

Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it’s reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.

In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.

Review:

What happens to a relationship when you’ve been married for years?  Things start to get stale and Karen refuses to accept what has happened between her and Jacob. So,she takes a chance and pushes past her own fears one night as she learns to talk dirty to her husband once again.

Karen and Jacob are great.  They have a good marriage, but life has gotten in the way of intimacy.  I think it happens to the best of us.  But, after all these years That Filthy Book Karen read years ago is giving her ideas now.  So when Jacob encourages her to talk dirty, the words come tumbling out. Now that Karen has shared her secrets, what will Jacob do?

I really enjoyed reading That Filthy Book.  I think it’s a story that anyone can relate to.  There is some kink as Karen and Jacob explore their fantasies together.  They try some role play, bondage, spanking,and more.  They aren’t always safe in what they try – they try some heavy stuff without research or practice – but they do love each other and it’s a wonderful relationship to read about.

Reviewed by Star

Enchanted Submission by Lily Harlem

http://www.amazon.com/Enchanted-Submission-ebook/dp/B0052OUJAA/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337779070&sr=1-1 

ASIN B0052OUJAA  

Story rating: 4.5 out of 5 paddles

Sting factor (kink): 4.5 out of 5

Remember those fairy tales that you would hear before you went to bed? Well forget all about them. This book brings us into the wondrous world of all those characters and more but this is not the fairy world that you will remember. This is a world full of grown up things and grown up princesses and princes, some with very different hobbies and adventures. This book gives us a glimpse into a much more adult world in the land of fairy tales. We get to see a much different side of Cinderella and her cohorts on the eve of her wedding to Prince Charming.  It seems that Belle and Beast are no longer together and Rapunzel has her eye on him. Tired of always being the one in charge she is ready to give herself to the right man and from what she has heard Beast might just be that man.

I am a big fan of fairy tales and Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites. Beast may be a strong Dom but he shows that he also has a heart. Belle may not have been right for him but Rapunzel shares his desires and when they give in to them the sparks fly. The attraction between Beast and Rapunzel sizzles off of the pages.

Rapunzel finds what she needs in him and the two make a great couple.

I loved seeing the strong friendships in this book. The women are in fact taking Cinderella out to the club to prepare her for her wedding night. Each of the characters from Rapunzel to Tinkerbell are brought strongly to life and into the present day, with emotions and personalities all their own.

It seems that many of the characters in this world have more than just knowledge of each other. So many are mentioned and many interesting ways. I enjoyed this visit to this world and would love to comeback again. The author does a wonderful job of putting a new spin on some old and familiar characters from our childhood and has this reader wondering about the others in this world.

Reviewed by Gabrielle