Do you enjoy erotica? Delicious, arousing erotica? Do you care if the story surrounding the erotica makes sense? If your answers are yes, yes, and no, then this is the book for you.
If, however, you like a little – oh, I don’t know – plausible story, then pick up something by C.C. Gibbs and give this one a pass.
Allie and three friends from college – Kitty, Wade, and Cameron – have inherited the home of a former professor. As part of their claim, they must spend a month there.
And so these four people gather together and begin doing what they did in college: they share stories. The four apparently are writers of some sort – or at least they were in school – although none of them wrote erotic fiction. Let’s just say that that changed … considerably.
The relationships between the four are a bit muddy. Allie has loved Wade for years, although Kitty didn’t know (or so Kitty claims). Cameron has loved Allie, although Allie didn’t know. Wade? Wade loves Wade. And sex. Kitty loves Allie like a sister, and she also loves the sexy times.
As the tales get told, we begin to learn more about the characters. Allie narrates the book, so we spend most of our time with her. She has a visceral response to Wade’s story, all the more fierce when she finds out where he got the idea for it. Her greatest response, though, is for Cameron. As she realizes the depths of his feelings for her, she finds herself drawn to him.
Is Allie so shallow that she does not love a man until she thinks he loves her? So it would seem. Yes, she self-flagellates in regret that she wasted so much time mooning over Wade when good and wonderful Cam was there, but otherwise? She loves when she thinks she’s loved back. Fortunately, the ending throws us a bit of a curve as far as that’s concerned.
As sparse and flimsy as the plot is, the headboard rockin’ … oh, faithful readers. The headboard rockin’ is H-O-T. Strap on your vibrators, girls, because you will need them when you’re finished with this one. While you finish it, in fact.
Charlotte Stein knows how to write some sexy times. And the sex here is graphic with a capital GRAPHIC. There are threesomes, foursomes, sodomy, and raw, feral coupling. And it is delicious to read. Supposedly the sex is a means by which we get to the inner psychological core of the characters. Really? It’s that high brow? Because it sure seems like the plot is there just to propel us from one bed to another.
I liked it, and if you enjoy hot headboard rockin’, you will too. Just don’t go looking for much plot.