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  • Girl in Bath Time by CC Heywood

    Girl in Bath (Girl in Paris, #1)Girl in Bath by C.C. Heywood
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    Time traveling with CC Heywood was a blast. Think of it as stepping into a Degas painting where a dominant is disguised as a gentleman and a feisty woman with a great singing voice disguised as a laundress.

    I think of the era and setting of the story as another character. The Belle Époque was the gilded age, overlapped with the Victorian era. The amount of wealth spent on the Eiffel Tower, the Paris Metro, the completion of the Paris Opera was proportional to the levels of optimism of the times. It was the age of Manet, Renoir, Pissarro, Cezanne, and Degas.

    It was the time for a singing laundress, Monica Fauconnier, once a model for a painter, to reach for the brass ring and become a star. Instead, she became the object of Jonathan Derassen’s desire. Jonathan was an enigmatic, divorced man of means with an obsession to make Monica a courtesan and his lover. But the spirited young Monica had other ideas.

    One of the story’s new characters was delightful, Madame Pelletier, the owner of the laundry where Monica worked. I envisioned her as a bosomy middle-aged woman, who stuffed handkerchiefs, change, sewing supplies, everything she owned, between her breasts. She was salty with a faint smell of soap, her thick tendrils escaped the headscarf, and her dark eyes pierced like daggers.

    Even though this book is an adaptation of the CD Reiss’ Submission Series, Girl in Bath can be enjoyed by anyone. It was a rich, textured, flaky croissant, full of finger-licking flavor. Who does not like croissants?

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  • Review: Broken by Bree Dahlia

    BrokenBroken by Bree Dahlia
    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    His eyes say, let me hurt you. It will be ok, I promise.

    Deacon Bruce was the exorcist of emotional pain. His silent seduction wasn’t just through his eyes, but his fingers, the tone of his voice, the promise of relief. He wasn’t dispensing a mercy beating to a willing masochist. No, Jacque’s pain was purposeful, dispensed by someone who took sadistic pleasure in the doing.

    Sadism is hard to understand on its own but Bree portrayed Deacon as a well-meaning sadist. Pardon me while I stifle my giggle because I know some well-meaning sadists.

    But there is something to using physical pain as a therapeutic method to achieve the cathartic experience of releasing emotional pain. Bree’s description of Deacon was what I would have envisioned, intriguing, handsome, and the accent. *sigh* He could beat the”brat” out of me anytime.

    Her visuals were as electrifying as they were tender. I felt like I was watching from the sidelines. The words made me feel. Loved the story. Excellent work.

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