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Breaking the Rules, BloomTitle(s): Breaking the Rules, Bloom (Master of Love)
Author: Kate Belle
Publisher: Random House Australia (02 January 2013)
ISBN(s): Breaking the Rules – 9781742758343; Bloom – 9781742758350
Reviewer(s): Michael & Jane

 

Take three!

In our third joint-review outing, Michael and I debate the motivations of the supremely debonair Ramon from Kate Belle’s Master of Love series. I suspect he and Sting have been hanging out together a fair bit; Michael’s trying to decide how he’d look with a pair of Eros wings.

Now, if someone would just lend us the Sorting Hat …

 

MICHAEL’S TAKE

What can I say about Ramon Mendez?

Men want to be him. Women want to be with him. He’s working on a Ph.D. in Women’s Sexuality – only he isn’t a woman. He puts ladies through a real workout – without them even taking off their clothes.

And Dude’s a Rule Breaker. If he wants to be with a woman, he finds a way. It doesn’t matter if she is in a position of authority over him, like his College Adviser, or one of his students in a mid-morning fitness class. If he sees something he likes, he doesn’t hesitate. Continue reading

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I can’t believe I’m eighteen episodes into The Garden of Earthly Delights. This serial is now 35,000 words long (!) and we’re over the halfway mark. A massive thank you to everyone who has been reading along as I write, but especially to Josee, Connie and Snowdrop who’ve been acting as a mini cheerleading squad, commenting on the chapters as and when I post them. Hope you guys like this instalment; it marks a certain … milestone, shall we say, for Nick and Grace. I’m not sure about the tense switch I tried though; I’ll let you guys tell me whether you think it works!

Enjoy.

Jane
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THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS – PART EIGHTEEN

‘I must say that you do look quite fetching in that position. So very helpless. So very … fuckable.’

After forty-five minutes of being tortured by her own arousal, Grace felt like screaming in desperation. The mere thought of anything relieving the relentless throbbing between her legs was enough to make her squirm with hope and hopelessness.

Nick had systematically reduced her to a quivering, shaking mess with nothing more than his sly fingers, his voice, and the toy in his hand – or as she was coming to think of it, ‘that fucking evil piece of glass’.

He’d used it like a mercenary might a weapon – with absolute authority and without any pity or lenience whatsoever. Her entire body felt as if it had been twisted through the eye of a needle, the bones pulled out like wisps by the string of orgasms she’d been forced to have. The need to stop – the need to keep going – and find relief from the monstrous conflagration Nick had set burning within her pussy had become as important as the blood pumping around her body, the air permeating her lungs. Continue reading

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‘When you see this acronym [BDSM], what do you think of?’

Wikipedia - BDSMI’m a girl who likes precise definitions. Blame the ex-editor in me. But I’ve come to understand that these four letters don’t fit into nice, neat little compartments. I like that Wikipedia has made an attempt to break out all the possible letter combinations in the ‘aspects’ box on the BDSM page (see image on left) but, to me, these groupings are still quite narrow.

BDSM, as far as I’m concerned, is a bit like cooking a roast chicken for Sunday lunch; how I do it will be different to the way you do it, which will be different to the way the way the postman does it, which will be different to the lady down the road. It’s still roast chicken, it still tastes good, but the seasoning and condiments will undoubtedly be unique. The divergences may be subtle, but they’ll almost certainly be there. What each of us defines as the ‘standard’ plate will differ according to diner. Continue reading

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‘Someone once described the use of blindfolds to me as “BDSM-lite” and claimed that since everyone has tried them at least once, he doesn’t even really classify them as “kinky” play. Would you agree with that? Why or why not?’

 

‘BDSM-lite’? Yeah, I disagree. This humble little item has an awful lot of power over me.

It doesn’t leave physical marks.

It doesn’t cause pain.

It doesn’t make a noise.

But each time it’s used I’m completely in its thrall, because it puts me totally and utterly into the hands of the person who’s placed it over my eyes. Continue reading

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In this Alert Me: the U.K. Border Agency make me embarrassed to be British, women assess flaccid penises, and what sounds like a fascinating documentary about sex and disability.

 

“Have you ever read Oscar Wilde?” asks UK immigration judge
Source: 429 Magazine

This is absolutely appalling. Apparently, U.K. judges, working in conjunction immigration officials, have actually been asking those seeking to escape persecution in their home countries for being LGBT if they’ve ‘ever read Oscar Wilde’ to determine whether their asylum claims are legitimate. And it doesn’t stop there; it appears they’ve been quizzing people on their use of sex toys and judging them on the way they look, too. Stereotyping at its worst. Read this and get cross. I certainly did.

*The Independent have also covered this debacle and you can read their take on it here.

 

Sorry lads, size really does matter
Source: Stuff.co.nz

A large penis makes you more attractive.

Yeah, I don’t actually agree with that. Or particularly like what the headline of this article implies. That’s like saying that because I have a (very) modest bust I have no hope of being attractive to the opposite sex. Frankly, I’d like to think that I have at least one or two other attributes to recommend me! I’m not saying I’m averse to ample length and girth but it seems that this size-ist conclusion was reached under very clinical conditions (as it should have been) and, whilst I’m very much a science girl, I feel that something as complex and personal as attraction will inevitably play out very differently outside of a lab. What did catch my attention, however, was the following observation about what women saw as the ‘ideal’ flaccid penis length: Continue reading

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Mutual ReleaseTitle: Mutual Release
Author: Liz Crowe
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
ISBN: 9780985991180
Reviewer: Jane

Romance for Real Life.

That’s the proposition for Liz Crowe’s latest book in her Stewart Realty series, Mutual Release. In fact, that’s the proposition for all her books. According to a press release from Liz’s publisher:

 

“My characters are real. They have flaws, quirks, and a multi-layered histories that motivate them. They could be your best friend. Or the girl in your office that drives you crazy. Maybe my readers even sees [sic] a little of themselves in my characters. Whoever you see, you will identify with the characters and their lives.”

 

So what does that mean, exactly? Characters who aren’t filthy rich? Who argue about mundane things? Who shop at Primark or GAP because they’re on a budget? Who forget to put the rubbish out for the dustman and spend the next seven days trying to jam bags into an overflowing bin? Who don’t automatically know how to get each other off the first time they have sex?

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This post is a bit of an impromptu one, provoked by an email conversation that Michael and I had yesterday.

He’d just started reading a new BDSM-themed erotica (which shall remain nameless) and made the fatal mistake of giving me an overview of the first chapter. All was going well until he mentioned the dreaded word ‘contract’, at which point he found himself engulfed in a storm of virtual babble – okay, ranting – that probably made him extremely thankful that we live in different countries and therefore ensured he didn’t have to listen to it in person (sorry, Michael):

 

‘Wow, that’s a lot of information in a single chapter! But do you know what my eye went straight to? The mention of another bloody contract! Contracts, contracts, contracts! If one more author writes about a contract I am going to … Well, I don’t know what, but it will likely involve a judge’s gavel being used on the offending book in the same manner that Basil Fawlty uses that tree branch on his car.’

 

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