
When I come over the top of the dune I see the ocean and I feel like I’m seeing it for the first time.
Today it’s blue, straight and simple. Raw blue.
Grade: B- ETA B This book has stayed with me. The more I thought about it… well, now it’s a B.
Musings on Romance
When I come over the top of the dune I see the ocean and I feel like I’m seeing it for the first time.
Today it’s blue, straight and simple. Raw blue.
Grade: B- ETA B This book has stayed with me. The more I thought about it… well, now it’s a B.
After a nomadic childhood, Paige Sullivan is finally putting down roots. Determined to stand on her own two feet, she lives by the motto men are a luxury, not a necessity. But when Mr. Tall, Dark and Hot pulls up a stool in her diner and offers her six weeks of naughty fun with a built-in expiration date, she’s tempted to indulge.
Mitch won’t stay put for a woman, and Paige won’t chase after a man—they’re the perfect match for a no-strings fling. Until they realize the amazing sex has become anything but casual…
She leaned her hip against the stainless steel island the coffeemaker sat on and looked him over. “Tall, dark and handsome, with pretty blue eyes. You must be one of Josh’s brothers.”
Usually a guy didn’t like being told he had a pretty anything, but he’d learned a long time ago having pretty eyes led to having pretty girls. “I’m the oldest. Mitch.”
“But still nothing. Trust me when I tell you there was no emotional involvement at all, for either of us, and you are clear to land, honey.”
“My runway’s closed.” Paige frowned, then shook her head. “I’m butchering this whole airplane thing. I can’t be the plane and the runway.”
“Let me make it easy. He’ll be the plane. You be the hangar.”
“For a guy who’s parked his plane all over town? He can taxi on down to another hangar.”
Hailey laughed. “You’re right. You do suck at the airplane thing. But I don’t think he’s quite as free with his plane parking as legend makes him out to be, you know. I’ve lived my whole life here, and a lot of those stories are the equivalent of my uncle’s fish stories. They just want everybody to think they landed the big one.”
“I can’t do planes and fish. You’ve gotta pick one.”
“Reel him in, keep him a few weeks, then throw him back and let him swim away.”
“You’re killing me with metaphors.
“Men are a luxury, not a necessity.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, scowling as if the concept was totally foreign to him. Which it probably was.She moved away from the island and straightened the salt and pepper shakers just to give her hands something to do. “It means I don’t need a man in my life. And I have that written on a sticky note taped to my fridge so I don’t forget it.”“But you want a man, right?”She pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Not especially.”“Who opens jars for you?”“I have a little gadget that does that.”“But…” He grinned. “What about sex?”“I have a little gadget that does that, too.”
Grade: B-
I’m over at AudioGals today discussing JD Robb’s In Death series in general and Innocent in Death in particular. So happy to be their very first guest reviewer. Stop by and say hello! 🙂
I’m over at the ARRA blog with a review of Beatriz Williams’ Overseas today. (They don’t grade there but I gave it a B.)
There’s even a giveaway for members. Come say hi! 🙂
Brandon McKinney has scraped and sacrificed for what little in life he’s ever had. Though it’s been fifteen years since he escaped his father’s abuse, the damage remains. Trust seems as far out of reach as his dream of becoming an architect, and though he’s come to accept being gay, he can’t deny the shame and confusion he feels at other urges–the deeply repressed desire to submit.
Jonathan Watkins is a self-made Silicon Valley billionaire whose ex-wife took half his money and even more of his faith. Comfortable as a Dominant but wary of being hurt again, he resorts to anonymous pickups and occasional six-month contracts with subs seeking only a master, not a lover.
When a sizzling back-alley encounter cues Jonathan in to Brandon’s deep-seated submissive side, he makes the man an offer: Give me six months of your life, and I’ll open your eyes to a whole new world. Brandon doesn’t care about that; all he wants is the three million dollars Jonathan’s offering so he can buy the construction company he works for. But he soon learns that six months on his knees is no easy feat, and shame and pride may keep him from all he ever wanted-and all he never dreamed he had any right to have.
Of course, everyone has their breaking point.
One character I did not like was the housekeeper Sabrina. I didn’t really understand why she had so much power and authority over Bran. Jonathon I could understand (if I squinted a little) but Sabrina? No, And, I didn’t like her smugness about it either. It’s quite possible that there is something (else) about this total power exchange business that I’m missing when it comes to other people however.
Jonathan knows better. He’s seen the iron core inside his new submissive, and the wounded heart inside him too. He means to teach Brandon to heal the one with the other. They have five months left on their contract, after all, and Jonathan has done more with less before.
It’s tough to stay objective, though, when you’re falling in love. Shame Brandon doesn’t feel the same. He’s only there for the three-million-dollar payout at contract’s end—a fact that Jonathan, nursing his own wounded heart, reminds himself of each day. For even as Brandon’s barriers break and his mind expands, even as he grows to love his place at Jonathan’s feet, he’ll never love life with a sadist—especially one who cannot escape the public eye.
This book is more about Jonathan and Bran’s emotional relationship than Resistance and the emphasis isn’t so much on the S/M part of proceedings, although there is some of that (clothes pegs – ouch!). The focus is much more on Bran’s growing ease and peace and acceptance – of himself and of what he shares with Jonathan.
Ultimately, I felt Awakening was somewhat less satisfying than the promise of the first book – while I preferred the emphasis on the emotional side of things in this book, the ending felt a little underdone to me and somewhere along the way, I lost my tenuous grasp on the “why” of it all. It’s quite possible (even probable) that I’ll never “get” it and certainly, these 2 books had me closer to understanding than I had been before, so there is that.
I understood that Bran found a great deal of peace and freedom in his relationship with Jonathan but I would have liked a little more of the how of their relationship once Bran has resumed his life outside of their one-on-one relationship. I think I fell down a little there in my understanding of how it all works.
There were a couple of things about which I was left curious by the end and, because I’m the type of reader who does like things tied up in a neat bow, I found myself niggled by the questions. For example, what happened with the swear jar? Was it re-set to 0 or did Bran take his punishment?
I also wondered whether Jonathan understood that Bran’s reaction to Solange was jealousy and if so, what he thought of it. That wasn’t addressed in the story and I would have liked to have known. It is apparent that Jonathan is bisexual – he was married to Susan for 5 years and he says he still has feelings of love for her; he obviously had some kind of sexual relationship with Solange. But he also said that when he was quite young, he realised that he preferred men. I wondered if Bran ever worried about this. If he did, it wasn’t mentioned in the story.
The biggest thing which felt somewhat undeveloped to me, was that Jonathan comes to the overt realisation about halfway through this book, that he and Bran are not compatible sexually – Bran is NOT a masochist – he does NOT like pain. Jonathan IS a sadist. He DOES like (other people’s) pain. He reflects that they cannot be for each other what each other needs. Obviously, he changes his mind and I admit I wanted him to do so, but I did not see enough of the how of that change in the text.
“It does take a while sometimes,” said Olly.
“But you have to find the buttons before you can push them, so to speak. Preferably before you get a hand cramp.”
“Or neck cramp,” said Tom.
“It’s better if you get some feedback. It’s like the videos me and Ol make.” Linc paused. “The better a reaction you get for the first bit, the more you enjoy doing the second bit, and then…”
“It does get dull if she’s not doing anything,” Olly cut in. “You’re like, ‘fucking hell, we‘re not doing the ironing!’”
“So what do you suggest I do, then?” I said finally. “Go out and molest men until I find one with your sexual prowess, Ol?”
“Oh God, I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes at me. “I mean, you might do all sorts of weird things like not let them go down on you, or you might not actually know where your clit
is.”“Or sometimes it’s just too hairy and you wish that she’d wouldn’t let you,” Tom said glumly.
“I’m not a freak,” I muttered. “And I’m not that hairy either.”
“Not that hair is bad,” said Olly quickly,“just that nobody wants friction burns. Or to suddenly be transported to the Mongolian wilderness when she takes her knickers off.”
I mean, it’d been a week since I broke up with a guy who not only chewed my heart up and spat it out, but slowly re-ingested it so he could shit it on to crackers and feed it to parrots with attachment issues.
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