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Telling Tales

Telling TalesTelling Tales
by Charlotte Stein
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca
240 pages
Genre: erotica 
Thanks to NetGalley for the preview
3 / 5

 

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.

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Masked Innocence

masked innocenceMasked Innocence
by Alessandra Torre
Published by Harlequin
304 pages
Genre: erotica 
Thanks to NetGalley for the preview
4 / 5

For all of you erotica fans out there who have not discovered Alessandra Torre, consider this a hint: GO DISCOVER HER NOW.

Torre can write some sexy times, faithful readers. Yes, yes, she can.

This is the follow-up to Blindfolded Innocencein which we first met Julia Campbell and (le swoon) Brad De Luca.

Julia is a young (yeah, yeah, they are always young) college co-ed intent on pursuing a law degree, and Brad is a divorce attorney (so, you know, he’s OLDER and he’s RICH, which of course are two things you NEVER see in an erotica hero …) in the firm where she interns, and the two have embarked on what you might call an untraditional romance.

Now that Julia has accepted that Brad enjoys – he NEEDS – to share her and share himself, they can pursue their kink together. There is only one episode of that in this book, but it’s ever present. Whereas the first installment focused on Brad and Julia coming together, this one is focused on them staying together. Can they? Will they?

Whatever happens, it won’t be easy.

For one thing, there is the age gap. Brad has been married, and as a man in his late thirties, he knows himself. He knows what he needs, he knows what he can’t accept in a relationship, and he also knows that he does not want to be alone. Still, though, there are some aspects on which he cannot – will not – compromise. Julia, though, is only twenty-one. What does she know? She was engaged for two years, but she didn’t even know she could orgasm, much less how to have one. What does she know of a relationship that entails occasional threesomes or swapping?

One thing she does know is that she loves Brad De Luca. She also knows that loving him could be a huge mistake.

Into this emotional angst comes a subplot that seems a bit odd considering Torre doesn’t seem like a crime writer, but it turns out to be a decent plot manipulation. A murder occurs, and Julia’s life becomes at risk. Brad must save her, and in doing so, he has to face his feelings for her.

But that’s all plot. It’s fine, it serves its purpose, and Torre does not write in a way that makes me want to strangle Julia. In fact, I rather like her. She’s feisty and hard headed, but she loves Brad. Yes, she knows this romance will be bumpy at best, but he’s worth it.

However solid the story and characterization are, the sexy times are delicious. Strap on your vibrators, girls, because Brad can rock that headboard straight beyond the ozone layer, and he does. As often as possible.

Bless him.

Torre’s sex scenes are more than just two people’s naughty bits connecting. They’re also part of the learning process between Brad and Julia. Yes, that sounds a bit much, but it’s true. In one interlude, Julia looks back at Brad and nods in acceptance and encouragement, letting him know that she not only enjoys what he’s doing to her, but she wants it. She has her jealous moments; she does not relish seeing him attracted to another woman, nor is she keen on watching him pursue one. Brad, though, is considerate of her fears and includes her in every move he makes. He’s all about sharing physically, but the intimacy that counts – the emotional sort – he reserves for Julia.

I like Torre’s books. I enjoy how she writes, I enjoy her characters, her stories, and those sex scenes.

And Brad. I like Brad.

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Blindfolded Innocence

blindfolded innocenceBlindfolded Innocence
by Alessandra Torre
Published by Harlequin HQN
304 pages
Genre: erotica; New Adult
Thanks to NetGalley for the preview
4 / 5

One of the things I enjoy about Alessandra Torre’s writing is that she doesn’t just deliver hot, hard headboard rockin’, she also challenges the way you think about sex.

In Sex, Love, Repeat, her heroine vigorously embraced sex with two men, one of whom she loved, the other of whom she enjoyed. (wink wink) In Blindfolded Innocence, she continues with her “sharing” theme, this time asking you to consider how willing you would be to allow your partner to watch while you partake in sexy times with someone else (or several someone elses at the same time).

Julia is a college student preparing to apply to law school. (Again the girl is young – they are ALWAYS YOUNG in erotica.) She lands an internship at a big time law firm, where she winds up working for a somewhat dull but extremely driven attorney. While she slaves fifteen hours a day, she hears nothing but fun times coming from the wing housing Brad De Luca, resident rogue divorce lawyer. When Julia actually meets Brad, he almost literally takes her breath away. Older (OF COURSE HE IS because men in erotica novels are ALWAYS OLDER AND RICHER) and considerably more experienced, Brad is intrigued by Julia.

He makes sure their paths cross, and he asks her to join him on a weekend jaunt to Vegas. He doesn’t want to be alone, and Julia – ever perceptive, because these young girls in erotica novels are always Wise Souls – senses that Brad is secretly lonely, despite all of the sex he has. Despite her wariness, she joins him in Vegas.

Fortunately for us, what happens in Vegas does not stay there because Alessandra Torre shares all of the fun stuff. Brad and Julia get “close,” but … well. There is ALWAYS A “BUT” IN EROTICA, and it tends to relate to the man’s ISSUES.

So Brad and Julia have some things to discuss, namely his enjoyment in watching.

Yep, THAT KIND OF WATCHING.

At least that’s different, non? He’s into something potentially kinkier than spanky panky.

The problem is, though, that Julia may not be. So what will our happy couple do? And will you care?

Yes, I think you will. Brad is fun. As in FUN. He knows how to please a woman (and he should, because he’s been with nearly 200 of them). Can you blame him for wanting to share his talents? I mean, really.

His talents are indeed prodigious. Strap on your vibrators, girls, because this one is hot. Brad has Needs, and you will enjoy reading about his pursuit of satisfying those Needs.

Bless him.

Oh, yeah, Julia. She’s not nearly as annoying as most erotica heroines. She’s feisty, and she doesn’t seem as vapid as her genre sisters. I liked her much more than I thought I would, although not as much as I like Brad.

I’m looking forward to the next installment in the series, even though I am so over erotica series. But for Brad De Luca, I will make an exception.

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Slow Seduction (Struck by Lightning)

slow seductionSlow Seduction (Struck by Lightning)
by Cecilia Tan
Published by Forever (Grand Central Publishing)
272 pages
Genre: erotica 
Thanks to NetGalley for the preview
1 / 5

Join me, will you, in emitting a heavy sigh for yet another erotica trilogy.

Is there a law somewhere – a regulation – that all erotica must come in threes? Is it not possible for a writer to just tell a story and end it on the last page of ONE BOOK?

Apparently not.

Oh, what E. L.  James hath wrought. And, no, Cecilia Tan, that is not a compliment.

So here we have the second book of the threesome. I didn’t read the first one, and while having done so would have helped understand one of the major plot points, I have a feeling that said major plot point would still be a mystery.

Following the predictable course of erotica, we have Karina, in the last year of her graduate studies (yes, she’s another young one), getting over the broken heart left her by James (yes, he’s another older, richer one), who apparently did not like that Karina “broke through his walls” and “saw the real him” and “forced him to realize that he can love.”

Does this sound like other erotica we’ve read? Yes, it absolutely does.

So Karina heads to London to work at an art gallery, but more importantly to try and track down James. It turns out that, in addition to his BDSM lifestyle, James is also an international rock star. And apparently also an artist.

To find him, she accepts an invitation to The Crimson Glove, a BDSM playground. Damon George, another purveyor of spanky panky, wants to take Karina under his black leather belt, so to speak, and help her understand the Mind of the Dominant in hopes that she can get James back.

One thing leads to a spanking leads to another thing, and Karina’s plan works. Sort of. I mean, it can’t work too well, because a third book must be written.

We know nothing about James, and that’s what I wonder about the first book. Is he in it more? Do we know him? Or is he still a mystery? I suspect the latter, and I suspect I would end reading Book One much like I did Book Two: asking what in the world is so great about Karina.

Yet again, we have the dull heroine. Oh, she’s supposed to be high spirited, but she isn’t. She’s a sniveling, whiney, woe-is-me-I-miss-James-I-love-James-my-heart-cannot-go-on-without-James kind of character.

Now, Damon is a bit more interesting, but even then, we’ve read him before.  Nothing about him or Karina, or James, for that matter, stands out.

Which brings us to the sex scenes.

Again, nothing new here. They’re hot, but since Karina has a “no penetration allowed” clause, you might suffer from blue, er, ovaries for most of the book. I don’t think you will need to strap on your vibrator for this one.

Give it a pass and read Blindfolded Innocence instead, which at least has an interesting heroine AND super hot headboard rockin’.

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This Man / Beneath This Man

this-man-seriesThis Man
Beneath This
Man
by Jodi Ellen Malpas
Published by Forever Publishing
480 & 544 pages
Genre: erotica
Thanks to NetGalley for the preview
2 / 5 for This Man and 1 / 5 for Beneath This Man


Boy, was I excited to get to read these books. They are on Amazon’s list of best sellers for erotica, and they seem to be emerging as books to read.

Boy, do I wish I hadn’t wasted my time.

I can sum up the first two books of this series thusly: Ava and Jesse meet cute, are drawn to each other, rock the headboard a LOT, yell at each other, scream out their sexual releases, yell some more, rock the headboard some more, yell, scream, yell, scream.

Rinse, repeat.

If you enjoyed these books, you must tell me why. Because I think they were awful.

For one thing, I kept thinking they were homages to other books. Ava is young, just getting started professionally, and gets selected by Jesse to design the interior of one of his properties (shades of Eva and Gideon in the Bared to You series). Jesse enjoys being the Dominant in their sexual shenanigans (shades of … well … You Know Who and a lot of other characters). Ava gets upset and runs away (Eva and Gideon again). Jesse has a hard time opening up (shades of every freaking Dominant in erotica, except for Søren in Tiffany Reisz’s Original Sinners series). Ava has a hard time coming to terms with her desires (shades of every freaking Submissive in erotica, except for Nora Sutherlin, bless her).

There is just nothing new here whatsoever. Not even the characters are original, aside from Ava’s job. Everything else is predictable.

And let me tell you: the shouting? Gets REALLY OLD. Ava constantly shouts at Jesse, and he constantly shouts at her. It’s a wonder that they don’t have laryngitis.

I tried. Goodness knows, I tried. I made it through the first book, for all of its considerable flaws, and thought, “Meh. But maybe the second one will be better.”

Beneath This Man was WORSE. The yelling? It CONTINUES. And I’m using SHOUTY CAPS to make it CLEAR.

I couldn’t finish the second one.

And that’s saying something, because I love erotica. LOVE IT.

The headboard rockin’? It’s hot. But it’s also a complete rehash of other books of better quality. Ava and Jesse don’t even do anything innovative in the sack.

You know it’s bad when even the sexy times can’t keep you interested in an EROTICA NOVEL.

My advice: avoid, avoid, avoid. There are far better books out there.

In fact, check out C. C. Gibbs’ All He Wants and All He Needs. They are far better, far more engaging, far hotter, and far more interesting.

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