Can’t Run by Jacqueline Jardin
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Story Rating: .5 out of 5 paddles
Sting Factor (kink): .5 out of 5
Let’s start with the truly great thing about this book. The cover has a hot pic on it. The second greatest thing about this book? It’s short. ‘Can’t Run’ is 95 pages long. Admittedly, it would have been better if it was even shorter. Say, 1 to 2 pages for the entire story? The dialogue is difficult to read and feels completely forced. The first main male lead is, in essence, an abuser and a rapist. Apparently it is perfectly acceptable to take a girl with psychological problems, drug her, manipulate her emotions, ignore any form of consent because when she is saying no, she naturally means yes. After reading this book, you’re going to need a shower because you will just feel dirty from reading it. And sadly, not dirty in a good way. Then of course, there is the writing. With just a little more effort it would improve greatly, from horrendous to just plain bad.
It’s good when a book shows it is okay to kidnap and drug someone, tie them down, feel them up, and induce them to do sex acts, because deep down that is what she truly wants. Silly that society has all these laws against such things. Jacqueline Jardin shows us this is all a ruse, and deep down, the woman this happens to truly wants it, regardless of what she says. Oh, and did I mention we can add straight up abuse to the equation?
‘Can’t Run’ violates so many principles of the BDSM community within the first quarter of the book as to be stupefying. Brent is not a Dom, or a Master, but a true sadist who sees no problem with slapping a woman down to the ground with a vicious slap while he is drunk and making her suck his cock as some form of punishment for apparently him being drunk and not in control of himself. For any true Dom or Master out there, with a sadistic streak or not, they would know such actions would reflect badly on all of them. It is scenes like this that have people in the vanilla world thinking everybody into BDSM is just a sick fuck and an abuser, or a damaged person who has Stockholm syndrome.
Once Sandine, and then Ursula finally escape Brent, after witnessing him murder his bodyguard, who they help him bury because after all, he’s their Dom, (WHAT?) and the story moves from Detroit to New Orleans, the story somehow does the impossible. It gets worse. Again, we have a Dom, and this time a Domme as well, who seemingly are considered to be Doms and/or Dommes because they say so. Sandine’s boss is her Dom because he will punish her if she does something wrong at work, and because well, he wants to.
It is not worth getting in to any more detail as to what happens in New Orleans as the situations are ridiculous and reading even a review of what happens crosses the line of SSC. And let’s not even talk about the escape from New Orleans, or the final triumphant return to the heroine’s hometown. The ending of the story is so contrived it has the potential to push you past your gag reflex.
If you are into poorly written dialogue, a ridiculous story line, a sad example of what BDSM truly is, or if you want to punish your slave by making him or her read this book, then please buy this book and read it. Otherwise, I would pass on even the first page of this book and save yourself the desire to poke your eyes out with a sharp stick.
Reviewed by: Master Peter Raven