Enslaved: Book I in the Enslaved Trilogy
by Shoshanna Evers
Published by Pocket Star
Thanks to edelweiss for the preview
3.5 / 5
Here we go again with the trilogies, The good news is that this one really does fit expectations for what a trilogy entails.
In Enslaved, we meet the three men we will get to know over the course of the novels: Trevor, Marc, and Roman, aka the BAD Boys. BAD as in Billionaire Arrogant Doms. All three are the stuff of fantasy. They’re all tall, all gorgeous, and all extremely wealthy. Sound familiar? Shut UP, Christian Grey.
An aside: is it just me, or do all of these literary Doms start to look the same? It’s as if there is a proscribed outline for them for which erotica writers must not deviate. I’m sure it’s just me.
The fair damsel at play here is Elisabeth, a “pain whore” recently dismissed by Gregory, her gay (!) Master. Gregory is not completely unfeeling, however, and he attempts to fix Elisabeth up with her next Dom. In this case, he sends her to meet with Trevor.
Elisabeth has certain sexual needs, not the least of which is to be hurt. Despite being a Dom, Trevor isn’t into pain for pain’s sake, and he’s reluctant to hurt Elisabeth the way she likes. Plus there is the teensy issue of Trevor really liking Elisabeth. He wants to keep her, but he wants her to be happy and want to be there. So he turns to Roman, who has no problem inflicting pain on a sub.
There is an attempt at characterization here. Elisabeth’s need for pain stems from certain events of her childhood, We also get some background info on Trevor and Roman. Marc sort of exists in the background, serving primarily as peacemaker when his two friends have their differences.
In fact, it’s when we delve into Elisabeth’s story that the book takes a poorly aimed turn. For the most part, this is a novella that knows its purpose: entertain and titillate. And, um, stimulate, because the sex scenes? They are steeeeeamy, faithful readers. Oh, are they nicely steamy. But this whole Elisabeth thing. It becomes distracting, largely because there is sense of reaching too high. Just entertain us. Don’t make this a psychological examination of a woman’s need to suffer pain as part of sexual pleasure.
Trevor is a nicely drawn hero. He’s the sort of man we expect him to be, whether professionally, physically, or in his desire for Elisabeth’s pleasure. Elisabeth? Meh. She’s a little dull, to be honest, and you might find yourself wondering what Trevor sees in her. You can’t help but think he can do better.