Stand Alone Novella
He tried to be what they wanted.
He tried to deny it.
He tried to be a good Catholic boy…but it’s become too much.
He craves pain, submission.
He’s denied himself far too long, and it’s eating him alive.
Charles thrives off the exchange of power. He knows the world revolves around control. It’s given and taken like currency, in business and in pleasure. He won’t get attached, though, or so he tells himself, until James turns his world upside down. He’s defiant and snarky, but Charles can taste the submission on him.
Charles holds the key to his salvation but James has to Say Yes.
This was a short but fast read.
I loved how James and Charles really came together. James never made it easy for Charles. He made him work for it.
I loved how James went back and forth with Charles. Even though he was younger than Charles he never acted like it. He really tested Charles. And Charles loved the quick comebacks James would do all the time. He loved the chase.
It’s been a while since I’ve read a BDSM book. It was really light in this book. I thought it was ok. James was new to the scene. He wanted to explore it. And Charles I felt was the perfect person to ease him into it.
This book had its steamy moments! I thought were pretty hot!
Overall this was an ok read. I wish we would have gotten more from James really confronting his mom. But, other than that I would recommend this book.
*ARC provided for an honest review*
Illicit Activity – Evernight
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.