RAW. That's the word that came to mind as I was reading. Raw all the way around.
The writing style is different. Choppy. Unpolished. Raw. But it worked for this story because the rawness of the writing matched the tone and the action of the story. The author's own pain permeates every sentence of the story and that choppy style makes it hurt more.
The story is short, but told with a good flow to leave the reader guessing. Hayes skillfully keeps Ava's secrets until the suspense hits its peak. Even with the choppy, rapid fire style, the storytelling is good.
Yes, there are errors, but I didn't find them terribly intrusive. I also didn't think this was erotica. Sure, there was sex it in, but sex was used to further develop the characters, not to titillate.
What struck me was the main character's emotional state. It drove me crazy how many times she walked away, but all of that delivered an emotional punch, punctuated by the writing style.
This may not be the best score I've ever given, but I'm giving it the "Recommended by PL" seal. So many writers pull from their heads. Viviana Hayes writes from her heart, and she lays it all out in front of us, bleeding and raw.
This is a great summer read. Lots of Caribbean breezes and Margaritas to make you feel like you're on vacation. The plot is interesting and more surprising than I expected. The book is fast-paced and a lot of fun to read. As always, Spocks's characters are magnetic. Even the minor characters are so richly developed, I connected them to people in my real life.
Pandora Spocks has this delightful style which puts the reader right into the story. From swimming with the stingrays to kneeling in front of a partially naked stranger, you feel like you're along for the ride. (Of course, that's not always a good thing. When the main character has a bout of "teacher stress," I felt like I was staring down the barrel of the first day of school. NOT a good feeling in June. *wink*)
Alana Melos can write. The writing in this book was so slick, I forgot I was reading a superhero/villain story, which isn't really my thing. The sex was hot, the pace was fast, and the story was exciting. I had one thing bugging me though. I felt as though I didn't know what the story arc was throughout the story, and I'm not sure why. Maybe I expected that more of the action would involve another character or something. Maybe reading the other books would pull it together for me.
I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the story. The characters were well developed, and the story moved right along. An overall very good read.
Here's another excerpt from the protagonist's blog. In this one, Nadine is with Evan, the president of the fraternity, and Professor Nate Thompson is guiding their actions via text. The professor sneaked into the frat party and is lurking in the hallway outside of Evan's room, on the top floor of the "House of Flies."
Nadine came, screaming in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed and heat spread through her
pelvis before Nate arrived in the hallway outside Evan’s room. Nate knew which
room it was. It had been his, his brother’s, his father’s, his uncle’s, and his
grandfather’s too. The Phi Lambda Upsilon presidency was a long-standing
tradition in his family. Nate slipped to the dark corner of the hallway and
parked himself there for a moment. He needed to excuse Evan, but he didn’t want
to leave the poor kid with blue balls.
Did you come yet, Muffin? he asked.
Yes, Sir. I just came so hard. Twice. Trying
to catch breath. OMG.
Tell Evan to lie on his back. You kneel
between his legs and suck him off. Tell him he has five minutes to come. If he
doesn’t, he will leave unsatisfied. Nate gave her a moment to explain it to
Evan. I’m setting a timer. Go.
Nadine didn’t
waste time replying. She brought to mind the best blowjob scene she’d ever
written—Jasmine and Sultan Jafar—and recreated it for Evan.
Jafar lay on the king’s bed, robes hiked up,
the parrot narrating the action. Jasmine took the freakishly large cock to the
back of her mouth, gagging before pulling off and teasing the head with her
tongue. She looked into his eyes as Iago the parrot squawked, “Suck that cock,
princess. You’re Jafar’s whore now.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, sucking in a fast
rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper, her ample tits falling out of her
sea-green harem top. Wrapping her hands around his balls, she manhandled them,
making her sultan moan. She grinned and took it up a notch, running her teeth
gently along his length.
“Oh, you cheeky little bitch,” Jafar
snarled. “You know me so well. Yes, princess. Use your teeth.”
Evan groaned when
Nadine’s teeth nipped at his shaft. “Oh, baby. That’s it. You are the best
cocksucker. The fucking best.”
Jasmine opened wide and extended her tongue,
prepared to take Jafar into her throat. His hips bucked to meet her mouth as
her taste buds caressed his raging erection. He laced his fingers through her
hair and pushed on her head, slamming her mouth down to his groin. “Take it,
bitch,” squawked Iago from his perch on Jafar’s shoulder. “Take it like the
fucking whore you are.”
Nate watched the
timer, listening to the moaning and grunting and the smacking sound of the
sloppy blowjob on the other side of the door. Nate heard Evan’s desperation to
come from his position in the hallway, and just before the time ran out, there
was silence.
Evan’s orgasm
racked his body so hard, he went rigid, frozen with his hips locked against
Nadine’s face. Nadine stayed with him, enduring the assault on her throat while
she waited for the rush of cum. After what felt like an eternity to Nadine,
Evan’s body relaxed, a loud, rhythmic grunt escaped his throat, and blast after
blast of his cum coated her tongue.
The phone buzzed.
Excellent job, Muffin. Tell Evan to take
a picture of your face. She handed the phone to Evan. The next message was
for him. Blindfold her. Use whatever you
can find, but make sure she can’t see. Nate’s cock was uncomfortably hard,
throbbing with insistence. Professor Thompson’s time had come.
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My most recent publication is called Muffin Submits in the House of Flies.
A nerdy university student keeps a blog full of sexy fairy tales and other wicked writings. When she plagiarizes her own blog for a school assignment, her English professor discovers her secrets--naughty fiction and a need for a man to Dominate her.
The professor contacts her, deceives her, and Dominates her by text until he sends her for a makeover to bring her out of her chrysalis. He arranges an invitation for her to a party at the Phi Lambda Upsilon fraternity. Dubbed the House of Flies, the house is well known on campus for wild sexual activity, and Professor Thompson knows he'll be able to watch her metamorphosis take place, from a nerdy wallflower to a sex goddess.
The story was inspired by the Deftones' song Change (In the House of Flies). There are no flies in the story. Just a frat house full of horny frat boys.
The following selection is one of Nadine's sexy fairy tales. If you like it, you can purchase the book on Amazon or on All Romance. Enjoy the tease!
The footman was a beast—muscular with a
long, angular face and huge hands. He ripped her dress over her head, tearing
the fabric in several spots. For a moment, Cinderella feared the fairy
godmother’s reaction to having her dress returned as tattered as the one she’d
replaced, but the lust she felt for the footman swept away her apprehension.
Standing in the garden in just her bodice and pantaloons, self-consciousness
edged in until the footman placed his hands at her bosom and ripped the garment
open, exposing her perfect breasts, her rose-colored nipples taut and ready.
He bit them, causing a stab of pain to shoot
through her chest to her pussy. His teeth left deep marks in her skin, darker
than the color of her areolae. The pain was sharp, invigorating, and it brought
a rush of moisture to her pantaloons. “Please, Sir. Take them off,” she said to
the footman. Why she called him “Sir” was not clear to her, but at that moment,
he knew he was in charge. She was but a servant, a slave, even to this humble
servant of the household. This time, the tearing sound excited her, and soon
she found herself completely nude except for the one glass slipper remaining on
her foot.
She was aware that she and the footman were
not alone, and it mattered not. Lust clouded her judgment, and even though she
knew she was surrounded by her friends—mice, the dog, even the evil cat—she
stood proudly in her nakedness, hoping all her friends watched her. The footman
grabbed her by the wrists and bound them tightly behind her back with the
pumpkin vine he found next to the coach. “Please bend at the waist,
Cinderella,” he commanded politely as he pushed her halfway into the coach,
with her torso draped across the velvet seat. As she did, his boot separated
her dainty feet, kicking her legs apart to allow his access.
“Please, Sir. Go gently,” she begged.
“Oh, Cinda,” the footman replied. “You know
that isn’t what you want.” He lined his cock against her dripping slit and he
forced himself inside. “You see? You like it rough.”
Her high-pitched, rhythmic squeaks affirmed
his declaration, and he pumped into her harder and faster as she bucked back
against him, meeting his sharp thrusts. “Fuck me,” she said breathlessly,
wanting him harder and faster until the pain turned to pleasure. “Spank my
bottom, Sir.”
“That is not your decision to make,
princess,” he said with a smile, but he complied, and with each crack of her
ass, she cried out, raising his arousal with her own. He fought to hold out, to
keep from spewing his seed inside of her until she’d reached her own climax,
but her yelps were such sweet music to his ears, he knew he couldn’t last.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped. “The fairy
godmother. She’ll see. She’ll know!” Cinderella knew that her intended for the
evening was the prince, but he spent his evening eyeing up the king’s advisor,
a giant of a man with a snarl to his lip. Cinderella couldn’t blame him; the
advisor looked as though he could tear her in half. Just what she craved. She
needed a man who wouldn’t be afraid to tie her to the bed and shove his cock in
her—
“Ah-yuh,” said the footman. “It’s been a
good ride, princess.”
The change came at the fourth chime. The
footman’s huge cock slipped from her pussy and his finger disappeared, leaving
her feeling empty and cold. The coach dissolved into thin air, and Cinderella’s
torso dropped to the ground, leaving her breasts to plop on either side of a
pumpkin stem. The cold flesh of the pumpkin aroused her nipples even more than
the cool, night air, but her knees hitting the dirt jerked her to reality.
Behind her, something cold and wet brushed
her left buttock, and when she turned to look, she was startled to see an
enormous, lanky plough horse nosing—
And that's where Nadine gets interrupted. To read about Nadine and Professor Thompson (and to read Nadine's tale of Princess Jasmine sucking Jafar's cock while Iago the parrot coaches), please purchase the book on Amazon or on All Romance.
Shattered By Love Healed By Sex by Karina Covey
