I decided to read it out of curiosity. The same description is interesting and original. But I was a little afraid that it will be too much on the edge, the thing is it wasn’t as I expected, at all.
About the plot: Sophie aka Mistress Juliette works as a Domme at the Club 1740. She decided to be a dominatrix to be able to graduate and pay bills of Ranch where live her brother and sick father. She does not feel the pleasure of domination over men, it was her work that she decided to take. But in her last night at the club she met the man who rocked her world and broke down all her principles.
William works in an environment that requires him to dominate and responsibilities, so in his spare time he participates in submissive games in the club. He had a very good time with Soph during their play scene. However, he wasn’t aware that this is her last night at the club.
Chance had it that the two meet in the real world and he was determined to get from her another night. They start something that none of them will be able to stop, even when the situation complicated even more. Starting with the fact that she never wanted to be in D/s relationship.
“I don’t want just to be with you sexually again, Sophie. I want to see where this could go long term.”
Final thoughts: It was not what I expected, because it was even romantic, and after the description and BDSM scenes involving a dominant woman and submissive man that really surprised me. Although I am not able to understand quite such a relationship that was really favorable book. There were different scenes, not only related to BDSM, so I suspect that everyone will find something for themselves.
When it comes to the same story and the relationship of the main characters that has captivating and surprising course of events. Only at one point, a little out of control, which I not much enjoyed, but it comes back on a good track.
“I don’t always have to have pain to get off. It just heightens everything for me. It’s like the difference in jerking off compared to coming inside a tight pussy.”
However, this what consumed me completely, is touching story of Sophie father’s illness. It was so emotional that I cried like a baby. It gave a really sensational development of history and a good ending.
After all, I don’t think that it’s a book for everyone. There is one good sentence that proves it. But if you like to test your limits and try something new it is definitely worth your attention.
“…Some get off on words, others BDSM.”
- Quick Review(Can be spoilers):
- Series: Stand-alone.
- Grade/Tag Tabs: Erotic Romance.
- Release Date: December 17, 2015.
- Main characters: Sophie Jameson, twenty-four years old, works as a Domme at the Club 1740 to keep bills for sick father and to be able to finish studies. William Foster, thirty-two years, works in an environment that requires him to dominate and responsibilities, so in his spare time he participates in submissive games in the club.
- Secondary characters: Very touching story of the heroine’s father in the background.
- Location: Atlanta and Whitfield County, Georgia.
- Steamy: The book has a lot of BDSM scenes. Domme and sub relation.
- Sensitive topic: Yes. Some scenes can be disturbing.
- Love triangle: No.
- Cheating: No.
- Cliffhanger: No.
- HEA: Yes.
- Next in the series? No.
In the distance, a figure crested the hill on his way down from the mountain. Something about the man appeared familiar. Over the years of running at the park, I was used to seeing fellow running acquaintances. But as the incredibly built man grew nearer, my stomach lurched. Oh no, this wasn’t possible. I couldn’t literally be running into someone I’d been in a scene with the night before. In the five years I’d worked at 1740, I had never, ever run into a client.
We were within a few feet of each other when he gave a complimentary nod of hello. Then he literally skidded to a stop, sending bits of gravel flying around us. Just as I started to pass him, acknowledgement of who I truly was flashed on his face.
FUUUUUCK I screamed in my head. With everything I had in me, I raced ahead.
“Mistress Juliette?” he called.
Those two little words from his mouth send me tripping over a limb. As I sprawled onto the ground, my knees bumped along the uneven terrain. Once I came to a stop, pain raged all through my body, although it was excruciatingly centralized in my right ankle.
I rolled into a sitting position and brought my hand to my tennis shoe. “Fuck,” I muttered. It was to address both the pain and the fact that a shadow had crossed over me. A bulky shadow belonging to the only sub I had ever let myself go with.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mistress.”
My gaze spun wildly around the clearing. “Stop calling me that!” I hissed.
“I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
Damn, that voice of his. Momentarily forgetting my ankle, I could feel myself growing wet just from the deep timbre, not to mention how sexy his concern was.
“No, actually, I’m not.” I jerked my gaze from my foot up to his handsome face. “My ankle is throbbing like a mother fucker, not to mention I’m mortified as hell I just busted my ass right in front of you.”
The corners of his lips fluttered, and I could tell he was fighting the urge not to laugh at me. Without a word, he knelt down beside me. “Let me take a look.”
I jerked my foot away from his overeager hands, which caused me to wince from the pain. “I think you’ve done enough already.”
Cocking his dark brows at me, he said, “My mistress’s health and well-being is always my upmost concern.”
I fought the urge to smack him and not so he could get off on it. “Here’s a newsflash for you. We are not in 1740 anymore, Toto, so this whole sub taking care of his mistress bullshit isn’t going to fly.”
“I’m not in to dog play,” he countered, with a wink.
“Yeah, well, last time I checked, you’re not sporting my collar, so I’m not your mistress.”
“Ouch, you really bring out the claws when you’re hurting, don’t you?” When I opened my mouth to lay into him again, he brought a finger over my lips. “Quit your bitching, and let me check out your ankle, okay?”
“Are you a doctor or paramedic in real life?”
He smiled, causing those delicious dimples of his to pop out. “No, not quite.”
“Then how do I know you’re actually qualified to look at my ankle and not just wanting to cop a feel of my foot?”
With a chuckle, he replied, “Don’t have a foot fetish either.”
As he slid my tennis shoe off, I hissed. “Answer the question.”
“Easy now,” he murmured.
“What qualifies you to look at my ankle?” I demanded.
“I used to be a football coach.”
He laughed. “No, high school.”
“Oh,” I murmured.
“Yeah, you bandage at least one sprained ankle every game.” He glanced up at me. “Yours doesn’t feel sprained, but it’s definitely swollen. I have a first aid kit in my truck. I can bandage it for you.”
I eyed him suspiciously. As a submissive, I knew he truly subscribed to the code of conduct that his mistress always came first. But we weren’t in the club, and although club management did background checks that rivaled the FBI, he was still a stranger to me. Well, a stranger who I’d seen naked and bent over a spanking horse.
Knowing that I didn’t really have a choice, I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you take care of my ankle.”
“Try not to sound so excited about it, okay?” William said with a teasing expression.
About the Author
Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.
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