To find happiness, she must do something she swore she’d never do again.Let a man control her.After beating cancer, Vivian goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, discovering the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?Brock loves a woman he can’t have. His brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again. Submission or freedom? No matter which she chooses, her life will change forever.
Review: Brandi Evans gives us some plot with this book, and it’s a believable, enjoyable tale. But what we really care about, let’s face it, are those sexy times. She writes some HOTNESS. Brock knows how to please a woman. Oh, my, does he EVER. In fact, he says that one of the reasons why he enjoys being Dominant is the power it gives him to dictate Viv’s sexual response.
Um … yeah. He needs to teach a class. I’m just saying.
What makes this book enjoyable is that it explains the BDSMS lifestyle pretty effectively. If you are new to that kink, then you will leave this book having a better appreciation of what is entailed and what it means. You might even be surprised. When Brock comforts and tends to Viv after a particularly robust session of nooky, he’s sweet and tender, and he’s also providing a service necessary in BDSM.
This is a fun, quick, HOT read about two characters we enjoy getting to know.
Favorite Quote:She swallowed hard. She’d always wanted a saucier sex life, a hint of danger, but she’d squelched the desires when they had arisen, fantasies of completely giving herself to a lover. Handing over control didn’t come easy to her. Any control, sexual or not. No thanks, in large part, to her bastard of a husband.
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Pain play? Bondage and discipline? Spanking? Dominance and submission? She didn’t really have a clue what all those things entailed but most of them frightened her. She’d spent most of her adult life trying not to let her husband control her, but now she was willingly walking into a BDSM club with a man who made no qualms about calling himself a Dominant.