I read three books in March! Hurrah! This is nothing compared to the 97 some folks read, but for me it’s huge.
As I mentioned last month, I decided to start my one-woman BOTM club just to keep me reading – one non-erotic, and one erotic. Done and done, plus one! I was so fired up after reading Justine Elyot’s Lecture Notes that I dove right into Giselle Renarde’s Seven Kisses.
All right, first up, Justine Elyot’s Lecture Notes.
This is easily one of the best erotic books I’ve read, and it blows just about every dom book I’ve read out of the water simply because it’s so much fun. It starts off with Beth, your typical university girl – smokes too much, drinks too much, is in debt, and is flailing academically — fantasizing about her handsome but tyrant of a history professer, Eliot Sinclair as he gives a lecture:
Well hello there, Mr. Sinclair. And it’s not long before Beth finds herself over Sinclair’s knee after she accidentally hands in her dirty little fantasy instead of the paper she was supposed to submit.
The dialogue is loaded with some real gems — (on Sinclair’s popularity among female students: “We are all besotted with him. I despair of the future of feminism, frankly” — on her massive debt: “They were Blahniks! They were on sale! It would have been rude not to buy them!” — on Sinclair’s pre-television appearance grooming: “My God, has he had his eyebrows waxed?”
And on top of that there is Justine’s usual style of writing sex scenes that leave everyone else in the dust.
But overall, what makes this book so much fun is how perfectly matched Beth and Sinclair are. They’re opposites — the student who is constantly fucking up and the professor who is so orderly it’s a wonder he can bend over for the stick up his ass — but they’re both gleefully perverted.
So, high on having read Lecture Notes I dove into something equally perverted — Giselle Renarde’s Seven Kisses: A Beauty and the Beast Dark Romance. I’m really not sure how to talk about this one, since doing so could easily spoil it for anyone who wants to read it, so I’ll just go as far as the first couple of chapters.
Gabrielle, a young woman living in Ontario (I presume) heads off to do some urban exploring, specifically the trails surrounding Loindici ravine. Once she arrives, however, she discovers a Victorian mansion that houses the Loindici Rehabilitation Centre — and after she’s mistaken for a runaway patient, she makes the mistake of pretending to be “Suzanne” so she can spent a week in a swanky house where celebs go to dry out — except it’s not that kind of place.
Seven Kisses starts as a bit of a mindfuck. Gabrielle is drugged and strapped down, and you can’t really be clear what is real and what isn’t, including the “beast” who is brought in to represent Suzanne’s sexual addictions. This book definitely won’t be the cup of tea of anyone who likes their erotica tame. Giselle is not known for holding back in her writing, and this book is no exception.
Great choices to start my one-woman BOTM club. For April, I’ll be reading Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse for sure, and hopefully I’ll have time to throw in something taboo by Giselle’s alter-ego Lexi Wood.